sink your teeth into this

"Aerobic Transmissions"

(prelude)

-Mordecai picks up the phone-

every step.
You step is to a beat of a drum that was stolen.
Every breath.
You breathe is taken in by lungs that were stolen.
We will cut out pictures of pictures of wings.
Paste these on your back.
This will not make you an angel.
This will make you an idiot with a lyrical "kick me" sign on your back.
We are too late to do so.
Your ego has already done it over and over again.
Knees bend back some times.
And so do these words.
Consider me spitting these in your face.
You are not human.
You are not true.
You are not genius.
You are not new.
you are the same recycled bullshit I have read in the morning paper,
every morning with my cup of tea that is so bitter it has made me bitter,
and this room bitter and this world bitter.
Take some sugar and dethatch yourself from society.
You are not the scene messiah.

(Begin session)

-Cronus responds-

and we will hold
our heads quivering
in the way of the speeding cars
to burn our name
in fluorescence.
It’s all we need.
The recognition is all we need.
to compromise is to win
and no one knows
the trouble you've seen
that reads like chapters smeared on your palms
it doesn't matter
none of this will matter
"if only they loved me
no one has to know"
if the sky is the limit
then you're suffocating

-Mordecai-

those x's on your hands do not make you.
Those are just where it marks the spot.
The spot where nothing original will come from.
Building an ark out of cardboard does not make you Noah.
It makes you a child.
Now take off those shoes you stole from me.
Just because you took them doesn't mean you can follow in my footsteps.
I’m better than you are.
And I’ll put you back where you should be.
On the store shelves, waiting to be sold and bought.
You are not worthy of a tongue.
When you have no true things to have thought.

-Cronus and Mordecai ending-

do you see us, so far ahead of our game?
You will know us not by our skin but by our names.
If you did, you would likely try to wear us.
To try and prove to yourself you have a soul.
Give up that ghost you keep locked inside you.
I’m sure it wants to see a light.
And wants to rid it of you.
trade those beating hearts for golden stars
gold teeth to taste the bitter few
luxuries aren't lifelines
no one could be that good.

(End transmission)