Heretical Mechanism

Well, well, well The scent, it lies within the nostril Of momentary, unplanned obsolescence The scent of abandonment goes deep Into the underneath A break in the makeup, exit now Inaccessible, failed And the noxious lettering of design Leaks into the atmosphere We unwind It declines Empty minds Gatekeepers developed dams in time From the outset Corporate mindset Burn the bird’s nest Cut down the forest We’ve been vexed Given no rest In what’s held Sacred and profound No outlet The hint it lies within the gospel Of sequences of glyphs abstract They are enveloping Developing our un-imagination No glint Lies Within These eyes Reliance Reliance on Those reckless ones Who dictate from On high And I Want to Make them See this Hell-sent Roadmap For what it is