Oh the swelling, this unbearable dwelling.
All these lights are an inferno, seering a path through my kernel.
This homunculus is under seige, from this petty need for speed.
Talk of conspiracy? Dismissed as heresy.
Give me, give me, give me detumescense.
Welcome relief from this ape and essence.
Of Man, the severed hand.
That divine amputation with all it’s grand hallucinations of itself.
Give me, give me, give me detumescence.
A most heinous violation of every child in the nation,
But they craved it from conception, a monstrous unnatural selection.
See them pawing at their switches, like petrified ostriches,
Marinetti would be proud, yet all I can do is howl:
“The horror! oh the horror, yes the horror!”
Give me, give me, give me detumescense.
Welcome relief from this ape and essence.
Of Man, the severed hand.
That divine amputation with all it’s grand hallucinations of itself.
Bipedals stand proud, on mother Earth.
Frontal lobe aloud, in multicellular girth.
Give me, give me, give me detumescence.
The path of least resistance, echoed in every instance,
All these glorified troglodytes, fiddling with their kilobytes.
It’s a detail we just can’t pull off, so please please please just make it stop,
The horror, yes the horror, oh the horror!
Give me, give me, give me detumescense.
Welcome relief from this ape and essence.
Of Man, the severed hand.
That divine amputation with all it’s grand hallucinations of itself.
Give Me Detumescence
Arghhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
Oh the swelling, this unbearable dwelling.
All these lights are an inferno, seering a path through my kernel.
This homunculus is under seige, from this petty need for speed.
Talk of conspiracy? Dismissed as heresy.
Give me, give me, give me detumescense.
Welcome relief from this ape and essence.
Of Man, the severed hand.
That divine amputation with all it’s grand hallucinations of itself.
Give me, give me, give me detumescence.
A most heinous violation of every child in the nation,
But they craved it from conception, a monstrous unnatural selection.
See them pawing at their switches, like petrified ostriches,
Marinetti would be proud, yet all I can do is howl:
“The horror! oh the horror, yes the horror!”
Give me, give me, give me detumescense.
Welcome relief from this ape and essence.
Of Man, the severed hand.
That divine amputation with all it’s grand hallucinations of itself.
Bipedals stand proud, on mother Earth.
Frontal lobe aloud, in multicellular girth.
Give me, give me, give me detumescence.
The path of least resistance, echoed in every instance,
All these glorified troglodytes, fiddling with their kilobytes.
It’s a detail we just can’t pull off, so please please please just make it stop,
The horror, yes the horror, oh the horror!
Give me, give me, give me detumescense.
Welcome relief from this ape and essence.
Of Man, the severed hand.
That divine amputation with all it’s grand hallucinations of itself.
Give me, give me, give me detumescence.
Listen to the demo version of this at www.myspace.com/marmadukedando