Zero The Hero (Late Capitalist Decay Remix)

For John Shirley

Accept the fact that you're second-rate, life is easy for ya
It's all served up on a gold plated plate
And we don't even have to talk to you
Your face is normal, that's the way you're bred
And that's the way you're going to stay
Your head is firmly nailed to your TV channel
But someone else's finger's on the control panel-Black Sabbath, "Zero the Hero"
Songwriter(s): Terence Michael Butler, Tony Iommi, Ian Gillan, Bill Ward, Anthony Iommi, William T. Ward

Benumbed, a hipster in black

with designer jeans and a lipstick smile

Caressing the silver screen with prurient fingers of junk

A psychopomp descends like crashing chords of the Death Jazz

With a scatter of black and iridescent feathers

Towards the rapidly putrescent gentleman

Toppling foreword with a wig of blood

He's borne aloft on cryptic rays from the tomb enveloping form

He's massacred by norms, a botfarm host

He's nearly a ghost, a spectral stutter on your TV

As you hold the remote in a lazy paw

Face grossed up with grease, jamming a fat sandwich in your hideous beak

As you wait for the show to begin

As pinpoint fires light up the sky

As the teeming digital tide slams and shatters repeatedly

Watching your own face in pixels as it

Floods through the screen and you

Emit a gentleman's scream

The fires persist on the hillside, it's

Dark now and the foxes have gone to ground

You light another cigarette and

Reach for her absent hand

Realize too late what you've lost

A thing of ones and zeros

Zero the Hero

Has left the living theater.

作者: Alex S. Johnson
来源: https://mp.weixin.qq.com/s/2CvPNeK3gX22jGpPf-3Dkg

Zero The Hero (Late Capitalist Decay Remix)

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