A video camera, a tripod, some green fabric, and not leaving the house.
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LYRICS:
That's the thing with these old models.
They can get the rust caught in their cranks.
Undust the book that teaches sophistructure.
Can almost taste their soaked planks.
Crashing the van into sunlight.
Kicking your plan into place.
Driving the point with a penknife.
Think you can burn it away.
What is the matter with that?
Not every color is black.
Calling the crime where your at.
Sometimes just hope is the trap.
They cut our wings and then they
Went right on to pull them apart right in our face.
How many thumbscrews in your own department?
How many tortures in that place?
That isn't something of value.
No one else can take the space.
Call it a matter of anger,
Like most other things that you hate.
They should do something about you.
How bummed are you all?
I know what you saw.
We are swimming the moat in your basement.
Fractured and mangled and down.
Textbook example debasement.
More how it looks than it sounds.
What is the matter with that?
Not every color is black.
Calling the crime where your at.
Sometimes just hope is the trap.