THREE MILE PILOT LYRICS - CHIEF ASSASSIN TO THE SINISTER

shang vs. hanger

this new machine is beyond our sight it's lost in the headlines - it's buried beneath
your skin lost in the system. I can see the wires beneath his skin - shang wire like
hanger got bent around went full on machinery - stunned crew with iron set chivalry -
trampled coals in lessons - and I can still see the wires beneath his skin. I don't
want to supply nor feed the strip indulging in the surge - who's powered where and
to whom you can't be packered and fisher - you to whom - the hunted. what is the lesson
in this - bliss

circumcised

this joy is built of fury been circumcised never felt so dead. I was micronized by the
founder of these games. he hasn't ground his teeth yet like I'm cutting clean. be float'n
outta here like some fuck'n dream. now after soak'n the bread milking to blood. how can it
get any worse or go on any longer. and if you burn where do you burn. I'll take what I
deserve cause I gotta get out. when do we get there and where are we now. I can't find a
landing deck for all my crashing jets. like I could burn my footprints as I ride the golden
rail. it kills all the things you love it's beating on your sore-spots and they know you
gotta bum leg. now it's trying to kill me. guess I'll just lay my body down. I'm on fire
as I test your water - and at this point anything feels good. with satellite eyes should
have put it through the back of his head. a soothing glide across the plains of a sunken
mars won't make it a short and easy dive. cause once the fear comes alive it tangles through
the atmosphere. to step outside and fill your lungs with air won't put you in the right cell
or erase the prison you've been in. it sits like water. it can divide yet it leaves a thick
residue behind. the bars get wider the space condenses and the membrane thins to one again.
just the same old place we've always been. filled with hate I long to be drug back.


inner-bishop

build your battalion - set your distance - build your inventions - here stems the invasion -
try not to reach what is nor what was but just a handful to claim as yours - don't want to
extend don't want to know what I might leave behind - don't understand the prison inside us
all - step over me - our father dusting the crops as did chernobyl - does it keep us alive -
to bring on the new lathe - when you can't wash it off - you gotta keep it down - you can't
turn the wheel - you gotta escape the line - you gotta turn your self into something you
don't like - we've known it all along - and it's all or none - take it all at once - it's in
all of us - and we fight the wheel - it's this need to control - things will swell and except
us all - cramped beneath the rivet - the blood spills like a river - then flying without
wings - will get you put on the stake - they'd like to see you there - from inside this cement
nest I breed and I don't always like what I see - how they mark on me I don't know I can't
always invite what's in store - set up - shut down - it'll burn you out - you are the wheel


aqua-magnetic

versatility is gone small and easy as a maggot to the core. growing is old news. soiled and
bitter sewn shut just filling up. water on the knees. what have I become - I saw you grass-
hopper at the tail end of a pack of wolves. trying to understand volume and being constantly
punctuated. handgrenades are glowing red my calluses have turned to steel - it's all too
glorious the want to kill. the hog is home no more spitting blanks. with the right amount of
money the bullets could be aimed for you. never had he thought that he could be dead. spoiled
sick your misfortune is grand. I'm sorry the aim is sharp. I'm on sick leave now. what have
I become. aqua-magnetic my lips breed violence. what have I become. looks pig-headed and
monstrous. what have I become. the handle is warm and I'm ready to bleed. sharp is as the
blade that it looks to be - that's what it looks like to me. synthetically grown handed ranks
in one slow fold. (cool flames ease the erupting core.) you have to stand there to know the
victim the septic idol. shot in the knees luckily synthetics can be sewn. nothing more than
mineral burning eyes bought out the end. saddle bags / shedding skin / dead is dead


the chief assassin to the sinister

it's out of my hands - been dismissed - the knife is on the ground - waiting for a hand -
like the mason walls himself in with nothing at the end of the day - it's a delicate situ-
ation and I'd rather not open (this) the blister - silently we all wait for the roof to come
crashing in - and somehow overruled has become and begun - I can't count the stitches from
and since it was severed - I can't count the victims in my head - never have I had a candi-
date so easily devoured not a faint drizzle of anguish - I have no real concern for my
consumers but I do prefer disassembly before the annihilation of these pro's of emotion -
what do you feel - it's out of my hands - been dismissed - the knife is on the ground -
waiting for a hand - what more could you want - only to forget - that this knife is on the
ground waiting for your hand


97-MT

burning screens - our fisting hands - our drive to steer - when the ship comes in (you) the
goat is dead - 97 back hands - 32 flats (brisks) of sheet metal - 3 logs to the battering
ram - stressing me blind - 18 straightjackets and you can barely fit me into all of them -
(it's our fear) - not faucet / nor blood / nor drain / nor victim / just the indifference /
not circumstantial / nor a full load of lead / not shedding nor peeler / not wire nor switch -
dissension adjusting recollection to our powered fears - 97 -- 32 -- 3 -- blind -- where are
we now - that the goat is dead - 20 cans of mustard gas - an empty backyard - kids are gone -
the thinking tree with chrome leaves


x-miner

it's a burning lamb running into the bushes - setting all aflame panicked to ashes - never
had a scapegoat just for the sake of slaughter just for the beauty of it - and I'm there -
it's all burning now - it's been too long - but this smiles strong - it's all in memory of
bloodshed this smile - well have my eyes moved maybe not yet on their own - and I'm digging
on your x as my teeth hit bone - it's no illusion that we're sucking brilliance from human -
it's time to fill the bags and count the tags till the name is given and the season decays -
outlanders been sterilized - welcome to come inside - and where's all your reasoning - we
just speak the language of fire - so immune - this is the torture king calling it quits -
spotlight - let's smoke them out of the cabin and leave if the snow don't kill them the
wolves will - we've done it all we will complete in days that are numbered - we'll never
let it ride - it's blasphemy in the devil's arms - the solution is immortal - the angel's
womb is bleeding and our hands are red - this hunger is curved only for moments till the
heart is empty and we are ready to fill again - just like home just a little more meat on
the bone - it's all in memory of bloodshed this smile - nothing left to influence me -
frontal lobotomy - and I'm digging on your x as my teeth hit bone - didn't want to hiber-
nate but I'm full of bristles - I revealed the wooden sticks that hold up this cement hell -
the view is far but the structure bends even when the weather's dead - like the two-headed
snake pulling from both ends - the marrow of depression eradicates movement - beautiful slug
my yard is green - the day is long the sun is hot - eat no expectations it's perfect - the
lonesome addiction - and yet it's time to leave the pasture is sucked clean - it's seasonal -
like I would fly - infinity - it's all for me - and the fire burns on - infinity


chenjesu

if it splinters should I know it's to be broken - it's not what I pictured things to be -
it's not what I meant to explode - I don't want to carry this on my shoulders - keep this
away - nothing's solid - nothing's saved - it's all in splinters - always numbers when it
should be broken - nothing's sacred - I don't want to see you go through the vital things
that they say - cause it's tearing you apart - and there's no excuses - for the traps that
they lay - nothing's sacred these days - didn't want to let them cut through to me - so
welcome me down into this - down here at the bottom it's dry and thin - so welcome me down
into this


midgaard serpent

I'm not the print on the cinch - in sections I fist - too much traction on the set of
reality - I feel today knows no pain - I've tested this formation 1000 times - and we
all struggle to feed the machine - 1000 times - many more will exceed the limits of this
false healing - it swells over - step hole crumbles and I find myself accepting that
it's over for me - shalom be the fire (fighter) underneath it all - 1000 times tested -
and still many more will exceed these limits - 1000 times - their visions for the masses
fall short of complete - we have yet to find a reason it all comes back to you - we are
the countless brooms cleaning up after these head-strong mules - we breath the freon that
allows this elation - it's revealing in the light


androsyn guardian

into the lunge - hesitance grasps my hand and pulls itself into my weapon - the easier it
gets the longer you stand - with survival - your hand is the sole ignition - stole breaths
beneath the gill - now you lay dressed in stitches with your metal skin in a dungeon called
atlantis one too many leagues down - should've left me abandoned in the sea absorbing all
the minerals to feed this dependence - should've cut the power cause now the silence breathes
even deeper - what a feat to swim breathless leagues in derision - and they gather around
to watch the sharks tear you apart it ain't up here this ain't where it's at - sworn in
stitches - underwater I sleep through the worst of it I sleep with honor under my tongue -
should I let you ride on the wings of my convulsions it's only electrical the wires can be
cut - smashing the lung - god is drinking fire and the devil's inside (in sight) - pillars
for ribs - bruises for fame - dollars for blood honor to corporate thieves - I hear machines
telling me not to live it don't make murder look so bad - sworn in stitches

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