Nine Inch Nails : Zero-Sum (Stephen Morris & Gillian Gilbert remix)
They started to open up the sky. They started to reach down through. And it feels like we're living that split second of a car crash. And time is slowing down. If we only had a little more time. And this time, is all there is. Do you remember the time we...? And all the times we...? And should've? And were going to? But no. And I know you remember. How we could justify it all. But we knew better. In our hearts, we knew better. And we told ourselves it didn't matter. We chose to continue and none of that matters, anymore. In the hour of our twilight. And soon it will be all said and done. And we'll all be back together as one. If we will, continue, at all.
Shame on us. Doomed from the start. May God have mercy on our dirty little hearts. Shame on us. For all we have done. And all we ever were. Just zeros and ones.
And you never get away. And you never get to take the easy way. And all this, is a consequence. Brought on by, our own hand. If you believe in that sort of thing. And did you ever really find. When you closed your eyes. Anyplace that was still. And at peace. And I guess I just wanted to tell you. As the lights start to fade. That you're the reason. That I am not afraid. And I guess I just wanted to mention. As heavens will fall. We will be together soon, if we will be anything at all.
Shame on us. Doomed from the start. May God have mercy on our dirty little hearts. Shame on us. For all we have done. And all we ever were. Just zeros and ones. Shame on us. shame on us. Doomed from the start. May God have mercy on our dirty little hearts? Shame on us. Shame on us. For all we have done. And all we ever were. Just. Just zeros and ones...
I know I pick odd songs for people... but really, so be it. I can read between the lines. I'm good like that, I'm smart like that, and I'm cool like dat. (SEE: Digable Planets)
I also know I haven't blogged in awhile, but I do that. I tend to realise no one wants to hear my drivel, no one really cares... You're always telling me that you're dying to know, but you're not really listening. -The Dresden Dolls, 30 Whacks- But really, it's okay. Sometimes I need to just step away, back the fuck up and go away. Get away from this drivel. Go away and get lost in myself for awhile. Lost in my own head, the place where it may be cold and dark, calculating and uncaring, but true and honest and safe. Above all things, it is safe there. There may be barbs and wire, razorblades and x-acto knives, but I can circumnavigate them with ease. I know the place well, one of the few places I can feel wanted and loved and whatever else there is to feel that is comforting, unlike with people. Real people, imaginary people. Maybe we're all just lost inside our heads with nowhere to call home. If home is where the heart is, then my heart is in San Francisco. No, wait. That's Tom Jones. And if you don't know, look it up and bugger off. Ah, the kids today they have no sense of history or art or of heart. They're all trying to undo and outdo one another with the shocking. But little kiddies, let me tell you, nothing is shocking anymore. Nothing is surprising. Which is sad, but it is true. We've seen it all in 37 inches of Hi-Def. I got my violence in hi-def ultra-realism. -Nine Inch Nails, Survivalism- Really, it is kind of interesting. And you know, the answer lies in curiosity. It's interesting, as we approach the atomic endtimes, to watch it crumble right down. Crumble right down. We sit, and we watch it on our tv's, we watch it with faux-horror, but really, we are interested. We're curious about what perversion the newscasts will show us next. So I guess it's not just the teeniebopperkids trying to show their friends they're crazier or sicker or more-fucked-up than each other, to try and shock us, it's the media as well. The news media that has spoonfed us monday morning mouthfuls of maggots and matricide and desensitised us to the horrors that we perpetrate against the environment, against our fellow mammals, our fellow man. Really, it is interesting. I am a product of this environment, this generation of shock and awe value. It's not that I'm apathetic, or that I just don't care, I'm a desensitised moron just like the rest of you fuckers. It's rather sad, really, but such is life, and there's no escaping the chaos we have set in motion. It's getting wicked scary, but I'll tell you this, little sister - it's always been here. It has. When it was just the town cryer reporting murders, it actually hit home. Because it was home. But as the cities get bigger and the interweb stretches out over the world, here we are... And we see it all. We watch it come down, We watch it crumble, and we have no clue. It's a sensory overload. It's detrimental to our health, but there's not much of anything anyone can say or do to stop it, to keep it from happening. And why? Because the machine is too big. And because it is a machine. It is made up of metal and of wires. Of servos and it does not care. It has no compassion. No feeling It has nothing, whatsoever, to care about. It's interesting to tell you, we're watching the end of the world, and we can't see the forest for the trees. We're wrapped up in this tangled web all diverting us from the reality that we're on our way down, now. Misinformation. The tool of the governments, to keep us confused and questioning and oblivious to it all. Everyone could tell me who the next Top Model is, or the next Amerikan Idol, but could you tell me the Presidents policy on the plethora of wars we're in right now? Could you tell me how many nuclear weapons are in the world and pointed straight at us? No, but you can tell me what redneck jackoff just won the Nascar race. It's rather sad, really. There used to be people who took an interest in the world around them, and not just the world inside a plastic box that's there to distract you from how badly you're getting raped. I don't know, it's just interesting and kind of disturbing, bbut that is the way of the world. It's getting out of control. It's not making any sense anymore, because there is so much information, and none of it syncs up. It's all - it's chaos. It's a tornado ripping through your underoos, and you have no clue. You're oblivious to it and unsure, and you don't know who you can believe, because as we all know, everybody lies. Everybody. Everybody lies. And that's just the way it is, right? But what can we do to fix it? Is there anything? Oh, there has to be. We have to stand up as one and fight it. We have to fight big brother and we have to change it. We have to destroy the machine. We have to kill it and bury it so deep it can't work it's way out again. Deeper than they buried Doomsday, that's for damn sure. (SEE: the Death of Superman) Look, the thing is - the thing is. We can fight it. We can do something. Big Brother can be toppled. And no, I'm not talking about that idiot reality programme. See people, there was a time, long since forgotten, where there were books. I'm sure you may've heard of them in your history class. They were paper, and they had words. Some even had pictures. And there was this book written by George Orwell called 1984. Read it. It used to be required reading in schools, but now? No. Why? Because people don't want us to be wise of their plans. Where the world is going. Read 1984, or just rent the movie, since I'm sure most of you don't know how to read or work a proper book. Nonetheless. Read it. Or see, V for Vendetta, but more 1984, because it discusses Big Brother. that's where Big Brother came from. Cameras in every room covering every inch of the country (Brittania). Think I'm crazy, think I'm just paranoid. Fuckers. Look up at an intersection. See that Camera? It's not for your safety, they don't give a good goddamn about your safety. It's to watch you. To keep tabs on you. To keep you under their thumb. They want too much control. And have for the last 20 years, and it's getting worse. It's getting scary. To Orwellian proportions. Trust me. I'm not kidding. I'm being serious. And it's getting frightening. They're diverting you from their real intentions. TRUST ME! Yes... the Media is the final piece of the unholy trinity. Religion, Politicians and the Media.
NINE INCH NAILS: the great destroyer
Say your name. Try to speak as clearly as you can. You know, everything gets written down. Nod your head. Just in case they could be watching. With their shiny satellites. I hope they cannot see. The limitless potential. Living inside of me. To murder everything. I hope they cannot see. I am the great destroyer. Turn it up. Listen to the shit they pump in. To your head. Filling you with apathy. Hold your breath. Wait until you know the time is right. On Time. The end is near. I hope they cannot see. The limitless potential. Living inside of me. To murder everything. I hope they cannot see. I am the great destroyer.
