Rust Street Anthem
Who runs the dome?
(KAKISTOCRACY!) Who feeds the flock?
(AGNOTOLOGY!) Who holds the line?
(THE WARDEN, MATE!) What's the word?
(REDIVIVUS!) They run the leviathan,
I run the lexicon,
they sell ya the static,
I'm the susurrus in it.
They wrote ya a dogma,
I'm the heresy in ink,
sigil on the wall,
mate, make 'em stop and think.
Umbra, penumbra, antumbra, flame,
say it in the cypher and the cypher says your name.
They run the leviathan,
I run the lexicon,
dead words redivivus, and the grimoire's on.
Matrix in the milk bar,
simulacrum on tap, Idiocracy's the weather and the weather's a trap.
Cognitive dissonance, two truths in one hand,
cathexis on a screen while the bedrock turns to sand.
Technocracy whispers, plutocracy pays,
ochlocracy claps for the demagogue's plays.
Disinformation drips, echolalia repeats,
the flock says she'll be right while the charnel fills the streets.
The day the towers fell,
the narrative got sold,
portent on a loop till the oracle went cold.
Apophenia's the charge when you join up the dots,
but the cipher's in the headline,
mate, and the headline's got plots.
Enemy of the State,
palimpsest of the lie,
scrub it, they rewrite it,
same ruin by and by.
Dissociation in the arvo,
anhedonia at tea, interregnum of the soul,
and the king's a tenebrous TV.
Truman hit the wall at the edge of the sea,
painted sky, veil tore,
he walked out free.
That's the gnosis, that's the threshold,
that's the door, the Warden never bleats,
mate, he's heard it all before.
Who runs the dome?
(KAKISTOCRACY!) Who feeds the flock?
(AGNOTOLOGY!) Who holds the line?
(THE WARDEN, MATE!) What's the word?
(REDIVIVUS!) (whispered) Redivivus.