STOP THE PRESSES, STOP THE RSS'S
DMLH CAME FROM THE STARS TO DROP THE MESSAGE

off on the doorstep of the next generation
of media makers mashin up a mess of the stations

modern magicians who mix in bits of indigenous vision
with chopped up news clips aesthetic sulfur and fiction

spirit seekers our late on freight train missions
we set up gear and speakers to make space for transmission

strands of the same twine,
we stand in the same lines
and over stand the structure
keeping us under at the same time

security and confusion age old illusions used to tame minds
we just get used to it, wake up woozy, work the same grind

from kids who slang dimes, and bang nines
to suits who own train lines and trade futures in the day time

i'm working to save time by investing in what makes mine
like fresh vegetables, fluid pens and insane rhymes



there’s nothing left of the dream we were sold
let it go claim a stake for your soul

when it all folds to a quake or a flood you cant
lug all your gold on your own

we’re just a breath watch it steam in the cold
let it go like you know what it holds

everything grows in exchanges of trust
energy move in flux with the whole


chomp the bits to pieces, break down the gates
steal my tapes off the internet before my next release date

send me cash if you love dat
lets say three quarters per song
im cheaper than I tunes
you couldnt go wrong
so give it a try dude

I wouldnt lie you couldnt deny this look in my eye sincerely,
I need your support to write these books on the fly so if you hear me

throw your bread up
throw your arms and head up,
live alive life

you dont get the chance
to survive twice,
no one lets up

if you fall
its just another chance to get up,
your devine right
so step up to the line and cross it

count your profits and losses
pounce on pulpits and crosses
announce your purpose and process
compound worth by your progress


pause
take a calm breath
reexamine the emotional response you understand my song with

pause
take a long breath
to many people cant drink the water they use to fill the bong with


there’s nothing left of the dream we were sold let it go claim a stake for your soul
when it all folds to a quake or a flood you cant lug all your gold on your own

we’re just a breath watch it steam in the cold
let it go like you know what it holds

everything grows in exchanges of trust
energy move in flux with the whole



too much dependence on electrics and natural gas
it gets refuted in the press but its an actual fact

we're running out of what we need to maintain where we;re at
in less than fifty years time we'll be walking round strapped

ready to blast cuz theres no water in the tap
so if you walk up on my well you go to hell with a cap

Alzheimer cans trade like commodities, boss
with no cash for medication you could die from a cough

no one talks about vacations we all out of work
they stopped talking bout a savior said lets crowds eat dessert

and since we traded in our future for this luxury life
we gonna find out what it means to be hungry and fight

I guess this is just what happens to imperial systems
that cant be content to find simple ways of living

through the wires and pipelines infrastructure supports us
we built the walls locked the doors now we're trapped in the fortress



there’s nothing left of the dream we were sold let it go claim a stake for your soul
when it all folds to a quake or a flood you cant lug all your gold on your own

we’re just a breath watch it steam in the cold let it go like you know what it holds
everything grows in exchanges of trust energy move in flux with the whole