Tonight, today, the seconds just fade. As I count them by no number is the same and I kill them all, but the bodies won't stay. Counting time, killing time. Synchronized with past lives. The endless cycle of supplies to keep the people in a line and wall them up on the inside. It's a full time commitment to the endless wave and you aren't prepared even though you're trained. Yelling louder but you can't be saved from this damn desk job this day to day. Scream! but you can't leave. Counting time. Let's get this over with. All jacked up on coffee and weed. Fill your wants and needs automatically. Just eight and a half hours till you're finally free. Was that the second person? I was talking about me. Data is a commodity. Probing questions collect like sodomy and the minutes are clogged in your arteries that take hours to clear from the years of disease. Scream! but you can't leave. Counting Time. Let's get this over with. Scream! Count the casualties. Killing Time. Tonight, today, the seconds just fade. As I count them by no number is the same and I kill them all, but the bodies won't stay. Counting time, killing time. Tonight the way that I live I say is all about staying entertained and then I'll rejoin that day-to-day-to-day. Counting time. Killing time today. Wrong number, system glitch. Missed call, misprint. Line testing, count them up. Feedback noise, the call was dropped. Identity theft pregnancy. Take this burden with broken knees, legs sprawled at obtuse degrees. I cut the cord to your misdeeds. That baby became ours to care. [Time] marked by inches of uncut hair. Never help but always stare. Yeah, was that burden mine to bear? Population genocide. Spent the seconds sent to life. Who's to blame? the fault was mine. I'm a murderer just killing time. Tonight, today, the seconds just fade and as I'm looking back this was the only way. I killed them all, the memories I've made. Counting Time, Killing Time. Tonight, will die and in that way tonight, mortality is ours to claim. Tonight, we fight against the fact that it will fade. You can't count you can't kill the ever-flowing stream of time. You can't count you can't kill the singularity of life.
Meryll Ampe mutates a host of sound sources to make groaning machine music, coated in hiss and crackling with static. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 13, 2022