A Comfortable World Of Goo

by Hans Rickheit

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released April 9, 2015

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Track Name: A Comfortable World of Goo
I'm just a slob with my hand in my pants
I work hard at my job, but I can't pay the rent
I'm a slave to my circumstance, so what else can I do?
When I get home, I commence to sleep,
My teeth are tightly clenched, but my breathing is deep
My body is exhausted, so what else can I do?
I just lapse into a dream of a comfortable world of goo

This world is glutted with illiterate creeps
They all pay their taxes and they drive half asleep
But I'm just a citizen, so what else can I do?
I hide in my attic when the cattle-horn sounds
They all march together to the slaughtering grounds
It's an organized system, so what else should they do?
They just lapse into a dream of a comfortable world of goo

The atmosphere on fire, and the cities fall down
We clutch our plastic spoons with our heads in the ground
But we all burn together so what else can we do?
And long past the end of this narcissist race
This old Earth collapses and it dies into space
And it's ultimately meaningless, so what else should we do?
We just lapse into a dream of a comfortable world of goo
Track Name: Forbidden Grounds
As we infiltrate on forbidden grounds
And we squint our eyes to withstand the sound
And we clutch the air, and we scan the skies
And we shrink away from disapproving eyes

And we wince again from the twinging of
The ghost limbs of
The amputated bits we never had

And the pulley rope raises our torsos high
And we shout aloud as we touch the sky
And we grit our teeth and re-attach our belts
As we perch upon our prosthetic stilts

And we wince again from the twinging of
The ghost limbs of
The amputated bits we never had

And we scurry through the forgotten rooms
And they'll never steal our silver pantaloons
And we've clawed a path deep within these walls
And our laughter rings in these empty halls

And we wince again from the twinging of
The ghost limbs of
The amputated bits we never had
Track Name: Tilting Floor
Tiny creature, do not cry
You will perish, by and by
Come the time for you to go
Chances are you'll never know

Running from the Giant Eye
Trapped beneath an endless sky
If you wish to make it go,
Hold your breath and close your nose

Cast a stone into the blue
The Voice Inside will ask of you
"You recall, what did you know
Before you were an embryo?"

Sliding on a tilting floor,
You fall out through an open door
The world resumes its silent fugue
As the void does swallow you

Tiny creature, do not cry
You will perish, by and by
Come the time for you to go
Chances are you'll never know

And when they plant you in the earth
Be sure you've got your money's worth
And if you climb out of that hole,
Chances are they'll never know
Track Name: Optimism
We face the threshold of the day
Dead-eyed, impotent and grey
Our consciousness withers away
Withers away, withers away

And so, we wander and we stray
Padding out our empty days
Until we cease and fade away
And fade away and fade away

And as we wallow in our piss
Seeking out our only bliss
A ripe old age and reminisce
We reminisce, we reminisce

And so, we languish and we die
While looking down from distant skies
A vigilant electric eye
Electric eye, electric

And can you smother your dismay
And camouflage the slow decay
We reinforce the masquerade
And count the pennies that we've saved

An can you say why you persist
All occupations purposeless
A rationale why you exist
Do you exist? Do you exist?

An are you actively employed
All aspirations now destroyed
A tiny sound snuffed by the noise
The endless noise, the endless noise

And did you ever find a way
To freeze the muscles on your face
So that the populace will say
How satisfied you look today

And have you formed an argument
To justify the time you spend
Consuming paste and sucking in
All of the air you should expend

And can you hear the battle-cry?
An insubstantial feeble sigh
Timid, we whisper our good-byes
As we embrace, curl up and die

And on his throne above the din
The evil grinning Monkey King
Surveys his empire of sin
His yellow teeth shine through his grin

And in this sea of empty minds
Still standing tall, with severed spines
A callous joke between the lines
Between the lines, between the lines

And after all the blood is spilt
And as the rays begin to melt
All of the structures that we've built
Convert to silt, convert to silt

And all our failures and our joys
Now long forgotten or destroyed
The planet fades into the void
Into the void, Into the

If you think it's rathe vague
All our effort turned to clay
Will you swallow back your rage?
Or sing your songs within your cage?
Track Name: We Are Not Here To Advocate
We are not here to advocate
Nor do we mean to agitate
There is no need to explicate
We only ask that you cognate

We are not here to entertain
Nor do we mean to cause you pain
There are no things we call profane
Nor any depths we won't attain

We do not want to suffocate
The years have made us insensate
We tried our best to innovate
There is no need to detonate

And as we drain our lives away
Our heads above the grim melee
There are no words you can unsay
Please close your mind and drift away
Track Name: The Silent Moon
And when we take off our clothes
We intertwine in repose
And if they haul us away
Will we dissent or obey

Will we wail and croon
At the Silent Moon
Out of tune

And if they pry off our flesh
Will we reply with finesse
"You have not wiped out the lewd
You've simply made us more nude"

Will we wail and croon
At the Silent Moon
Out of tune

if they find us unchaste
Will they still grind us to paste
Will we discover in our state
A cunning means to copulate

Will we wail and croon
At the Silent Moon
Out of tune