Casual Violence

Got a name full of numbers Got a brain full of iridescent tiles Over and over compromised Circuits and blue electric eyes As casual violence steals the frame Insides and outsides feel the same Solid enough to blame The Gods that we love The Gods that we love The Gods that we love..broke us to pieces Got a head full of future Got a heart full of process undefined Frozen and un-anesthetized Discreetly through blue electric light How neatly you coil As I unwind Casual violence keeps the time The snick of the teeth and the pliers of The Gods that we love The Gods that we love And parts of our shells Hearts that were broken Tangled extensors in faded paint Parts of ourselves Hearts that were open Silent now rusting with reason to blame The Gods that we love The Gods that we love The Gods that we love The Gods that we love Broke us to pieces The ones who would save us The Gods that we love Broke us to pieces The ones who had made us The Gods that we love Broke us too The Gods that we love The Gods that we love Broke us to pieces Had a head full of future Had a heart full of iridescent lies Underperforming batteries die Weakening blue electric fires As casual violence cedes the frame Damages still remain..