DICHOTIC LISTENING

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RITUAL
from M.O.I. "Dichotic Listening" 1993 - CNRE01

A MODEL TO EMULATE,
A FALLING TEAR TO SIMULATE
RITUAL, REDUNDANCY
THE DECONSTRUCTION OF YOU AND ME

YOUR WEAPONS TO DEVASTATE,
MY REMEDIES TO RECREATE
GEOMETRIES IN MY DISORDER
MY WORDS, THEY WON'T GO FURTHER

GIVE ME YOUR BODY, GIVE ME YOUR WAX,
GIVE ME YOUR INTIMACY
GIVE ME YOUR FANCIES, GIVE ME YOUR GOLD,
GIVE YOUR INTEGRITY

THE LOWEST WIT COMES DESOLATE,
THE IDEAL I BUILT HAS MADE MY FATE
RITUAL, REDUNDANCY
I BURY MYSELF IN DISBELIEF

GIVE ME YOR BODY, GIVE ME YOUR BLAME,
GIVE ME YOUR CHARITY
GIVE ME YOUR ASHES, GIVE ME YOUR SHAME,
...SHARE IT, THIS AGONY!


I.B.R.A.
(Illegal/Body/Resistance/Accelerator)
from M.O.I. "Dichotic Listening" 1993 - CNRE01

A CHEMICAL BLUE ANGEL
TO SACRIFICE OUR LIMITATIONS
MODULATE YOUR D.N.A. SCALE
TO FIND SOME NEW DIRECTIONS

A CELL OF ENDLESS POWER
WILL LEAD YOU INTO THE BRAIN
OF THE SLEEPING GOD OF DATA
OF THE CRAZY DANCE OF CAIN

YOUR EYES ARE SINGING FASTER
WITH A BEAM THAT'S WHITE AND GREY
MY HANDS WON'T FAIL TO TOUCH YOU
CANCER-ANGER PLEASE, DON'T PRAY

LET ME ALIENATE MY FEELINGS
FOR I THINK I'LL GO INSANE
HATE AND RAGE, THE ONLY ANSWER
WILL YOU APPRECIATE THIS PAIN?


DEFEAT
from M.O.I. "Dichotic Listening" 1993 - CNRE01

DEFEAT,

DEFEAT,

DEFEAT,

DEFEAT,
YOUR SCORN
SKETCHES OUT
MY THIRD
DEFEAT


INTROSPECTIVE
from M.O.I. "Dichotic Listening" 1993 - CNRE01

I WANT SOMETHING TO PICK ME UP
TO SHOW ME WHERE TO PUT MY HANDS
HOW TO SWITCH MY T.V. ON
DRIVE MY CONFUSION AWAY FROM ANY ILLUSION
DISTIL MY HEART AND KEEP IT WARM

SOMEONE BLAMED MY TENDENCY
TO SANCTIFY THIS SORT OF THINGS
SOMETHING PUSHED MY DEBAUCHERY
AGAINST THE STREAM THAT I'M IN

PAIN AND PLEASURE I WANT TO FUSE
I NEED TO KNOW WHERE MY FREEDOM GOES
I CAN'T BE LATE, I MUST, I WILL BE
MY OWN SPIRIT


(IN A SO FRUSTRATING PROCESS)


DAMAGE
from M.O.I. "Dichotic Listening" 1993 - CNRE01

INTO THE NIGHT I PRAY I WILL MANAGE
TO DECODE THE MEANING OF RELENTLESS DAMAGE
TO MY INTEGRITY, IN MY SOBRIETY
THE TIME I GET IT
I'LL START DENYING IT

AND I'M FRIGHTENED OF YOUR STANDING SO HIGH, SO BRIGHT
TO SEE WHAT'S HAPPENING TO ME
I MIGHT
DECAY WITH THE STRATEGY OF SELF DESTRUCTION
DECAY WITH THE STRATEGY OF NO REACTION.


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