Postcards from Abu Ghraib

Said teeth to the street motherfucker Feet to the concrete, okay? Said the only time we felt on fire We were oxygen tanks in a Goddamn hospital You, machinist, put gas to the schizoid engine It's a cool indifference It's a long way from the USA Goddamn blood eagle across a liminal space Said left right left right there on the sidewalk It's a chemical invention and a visceral Psy-Op Said guillotine spring time what do we do? A little you stroke me off, I stroke you You smell like heaven but you taste like crucifixion It's all simulated I'd love to believe you faithful But a 2015 report found that you fucked 90% unintended targets Bite the asphalt I'm talking to you You need to open your mind at the jaw hinge Far beyond symbolic What's it like to have your image erased? And as I walk through the desert in the shadow of the real I'm amazed at how these isolated systems learn to Deal with names of assorted sordid vices Your preferred devices for affording your demises Back down back down, into the pit You don't even know what I can do to you yet Back down back down, into the pit You don't even know what I can do to you yet You smell like heaven but you taste like crucifixion It's all simulated I'd love to believe you're a slave to your chemicals F*ck You are the testing ground for a new kind of violence Pressure to the body and then see how it behaves Pressure to the body and then see how it behaves Pressure to the body and then see how it behaves Pressure to the body and then see how it behaves Bile, vile, infantile, defile and dissect Everyone's afraid to die Everyone's correct