Analogue Avengers / Bertrand Russell's Sex Den - Slough Feg

Locked in the darkness his purpose is clear

The tape running fast through the gears

Lost and forgotten it’s his greatest fear

The lone obsolete engineer is here!

Infernal trappings of long distant age

The Luddites march on in a rage

On through the darkness their purpose is clear

The novice is guiding the seer, it’s clear!

Algorithmic memories (fill the air)

Memory cells are coded (sit and stare)

Interfacing clouds (fill the brain)

Grotesque applications (kill the pain)

Programmed children stare at (vacant skies)

Pixilated landscapes (fill their eyes)

Cryptic messages sent out from (magazines)

Range guides soon arrive there (death machines)

Now your fate is resting in his hands

Victim of his vulgar lesson plans

Manumitted of this innocence

To a miracle of circumstance

Lust turns to avarice

Overwhelmed by cowardice

Sophomoric, indiscreet

In a violent trance

Overwhelming as it seems today

Inappropriate but who’s to say?

Silent binding of authority

Good intention wrapped in irony

Blustering arrogance

Lost in pomp and circumstance

Guilty in just one glance

Never to be free

Mustering the strength to hold him back

Waiting for misfortune’s whip to crack

Worth a lifetime of repressed desire

What you can’t have only fans the fire

Lust turns to avarice

Overwhelmed by cowardice

Sophomoric, indolence

In a violent trance