Produced, composed, arranged and performed by Todd Guilmette.
Written by Todd Guilmette
Except "Royal Scam" written by Walter Becker (RIP) and Donald Fagen
"Precision" and "Walk" contain recorded dialogue from "Three Days of the condor" written by Semple jr/Rayfiel/Grady and
Copyright 1975 by paramount pictures corp.
"Royal Scam" contains samples of "Royal Scam" as recorded by Steely dan and copyright 1976 MCA recording company.
"Latent image" contains dialogue from "Videodrome" written by David Cronenberg and Copyright 1983 by Universal Pictures.
Mixed and mastered at Dreadnaut Studios.
Peaceful demon-stration horrid display graphic pictures at an exhibition.
Tunnel time shatters unwinds logical timelines social boundaries break.
Stream of thought cannot share everything censored nothing is permitted.
Grey lifeless shaded boundaries blurry figures no color no color is left.
Pesticide for your brain.
Toxicide for your soul.
Genocide oncoming train.
Homicide takes its toll.
Sonic disruption formula dilution damaging levels ferocious noise.
Cannot connect unable to reach host interrupt interrupt retry fail.
Sinking suffocate burial dark end last final disease end stage.
Virus virus destroy assimilate active sector zero no response.
Constant unwavering plus or minus zero point zero.
Floating maddening tranquility suspended infinitely.
Thoughts alone incompletion never finished attempted.
Did not succeed regret longing starving please please help...
Run towards an end with full speed but you don't know what lays down that path at all.
Is it a fuzzy soft net to catch you and keep you warm or will it be a solid brick wall?
Now I'm not an expert on life, the universe and everything if I do say so myself.
But what does your life really mean when it's all done if all you care about is yourself?
It makes as much sense as smoking cigarettes in space.
You're going to have to face your own fire.
You can try to hide behind your feelings and within yourself but you can never escape.
Never knowing what you have missed or could have done until its way too late.
If you put yourself inside a box no one can get inside but you know it works both ways.
Travel straight through this world with no deviation until the end of your days.
Some people said my mouth would get me in trouble.
For my ways of expressing myself are not subtle.
You ramble on I say just get to the point.
Lets just move to the matter at hand and then get out of this joint.
Let’s now discuss exactly what you want done.
Give me a name of the one whose life story you want unsung.
If you're looking for the right man well my hand is steady.
Just phone this number here at a moments notice I'll be ready.
I feel the beat I walk the street and follow in my measured stride.
I take my commune with the night keep out of sight and so I bide my time.
Ignore the clutter never wonder for the little things that I can do without.
I focus on the thing at hand on solid land and leave no room for doubt.
Now don't be coy you'll just annoy me with your roundabout rhyme or reason.
It doesn't matter what's going on outside because it’s always hunting season.
Tell me everything you know and the history behind this little planned attack.
I'll be the judge of what's important what is or what isn't a salient fact.
You think you'd find me like this.
Time flies when you're spitting fire.
Green branch on your melting bridge.
Enthusiastic paint the night.
Repeat the day and live again.
Tires squelch the oily mat.
Glowing blinding halogen sun.
Incinerate the original one.
You know that’s predictable.
You know that was just like you.
You know that’s predictable.
Get yourself a new design.
Flow the dark skin matters more.
Clouds intrude on private drive.
Skinny whispers to himself.
Spolied nine ways to dead.
Euphemistic tired life.
Conceal within on borrowed time.
Dithered spark of many bribes.
Lift the station high above.