Anthemic Requiem from Lab Book by Your Thing

A5

Your Thing,
Anthemic Requiem,
Permanent Record

They always askin’
If they they can get a men,
Several, just askin’
For some group participation
Supplicants humbly
Praying for You in public
In a tight circle, so tight,
their hands on each other,
Praises be, rapping injustice,
In fairy tales and marketing
They would never get in the pit
No Kings

Rollcage punk clunk anthem
Fuck em you don’t need the
emotional manipulation
No Kings

Let em down gently, naw
Drop em, don’t support delusions
No Kings

Parasite of the disaster
Host with the most
Soft targets,
fruit and stakes
Hanging so low
Leave it be, let it go

You’re your own, not owned
Your empathy’s solid gold
Your Thing always comes
Back again, swinging
For a fool’s goal,
No golden foal,
Your voice is your objection
No Kings

Role cage punk clunk anthem
Fuck em you don’t need the
emotional manipulation
No Kings

Let em down gently, naw
Drop em, don’t support
Delusions
No Kings

And I quoth Erika
“Crisis Musicians” yes, but no
“Your Thing is everyone’s thing”,
End quotes, that is the thing,
the focus is on, all of ours,
yet no one owns,
your thing,
sing the song!?

Rollcage punk clunk anthem
Fuck em you don’t need the
emotional manipulation


No Kings
Let em down gently, naw
Drop em, don’t support
Delusions
No Kings

That voice inside
Degrading me
Questioning, gears
Spinning, nasty
Biased, judging
The old guards, Sentries
over late year gourds,
Lean times
That thinking
Starved, hungry
Wannabe, not even me
No Kings

Pristine vistas
Cool deep ravine,
In unison sing
in the nick of time,
No Kings

Your thing,
No Kings
It maps,
It tracks,
No joking

No kings
Role cage plunk
Clunk anthem

• Electronic
• Experimental
• art funk
• jazz
• noise rock
• sludge pop
• United States