Starecase by Powerhouse of the cell

Broken down in your space
No use scratching your back
Do a little research, have a second look around
Population splitting off, a math mistake, we’re only one

Sell your task, don’t overstaff

What you say, episodic, non-combative
Your politik, calibrated, psilosibic
Emotional state, the only state your representing

Give me your tongue
Give us your tongue
Give us your body, its what we’ve won

Your telescope, circle cutting demographic
Malware could cease churning thru the gentle fabric
It’s overdone like the burning remains of your campaign trail

Cashed a check for 4 yrs of $100,000, you’re looking for work on Indeed
The idea is attractive to many humans, and indeed to overcrowded administration outnumbering teaching staff
Indeed, it took less than a quarter century to find yourself heel to some hotdog hero

I’m not qualified, I’m just happy to be here

Cool off, I will listen. I’m stripping all the armor off
At least we’re leaking over sink, there’s less to clean up
Who says a simple sealing can remedy a virgin flood
Spectator seating, how can they delay or stay above?
Listen, still competing all over sea-effacing god
Can they still be bleating, bathysphere will crowd around
Less light and cell reception, opaque facilitation
Safe in my cell, sick from motion in the dark

• Rock
• krautrock
• nu wave
• post punk
• solar punk
• synthwave
• Philadelphia