Fruit Bat - Telethon

If we won or if we’re losing

All depends on who you’re asking

Did this feed on the nonexistent

Or omnipresent, ever resting

If you figured interactions

Human beings, relationships

Algorithmic.

Symbols and numbers

Repeating to the infinite

I bet this caught you

Slightly bewildered

Shifted, splintered my perception of it

Sleeping giant

Knowledge arcana

All that we used to say I can’t recall

Put out our torches

Lay down our billy clubs

Let our keyboards gather dust

Cherish silence and introspection

Fairly new for every single one of us

It’s interesting, what we were missing

It can’t be pinned yet, that’ll be history

Lost all ability to read the scenery

Took fixation and the staring down a reservoir we

Typically reserve for those less fortunate

Where ego turns to ash and heroes rise from it

For us to see, stow it away

For us to notice the ballet of day turning to

Night.

S’pose there had to be something

Smashed through our heads

To remind it how it lies

Soil, water, bone and flesh spun through the sky

Tear the drywall from this room

Expose the rotted beams beneath

Turns out the whole thing was near collapsing

Just couldn’t feel it via 5 inch touchscreen

Say, is that literal fire and brimstone?

Sensing collective blueballed bloodlust

Ditched my status and I ditched my friends list

Social sabbatical to gain back self-trust

One day we’ll look back

Say «god, were we that fickle?»

The hive went vapid

Got itself in a pickle, made the

Bad seem better, the good seem miraculous

Paused inhibition, turned worriers spontaneous

Inspired graciousness and kindness

Violent panic in the street

May take a lifetime to repair for some

And for the rest, a couple weeks

The intoxication of our doom

The finest lesson and the greatest trick ever been pulled

And I, for one, now am certain that some things

Don’t make sense;

aren’t worth pulling apart

Exist to put you back into the places where you are

So when you’re out on a Saturday night, you can find a moment’s quiet

To fade to black, before the crowd pulls you on back

As we fade to black now, ever pushing back

I pack into the seat of my car

With a new openness of the heart

Blow on the cartridge

Refresh and recharge

Or the madness’ll blow you apart

THE END