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Dancin' Man · 10-04-2005, 03:56 PM

Keep in mind that to really understand what I'm talking about (despite the ranting spastic style I used) you have to have at least a basic understanding of Carl Jung and the Collective Unconcious. Needless to say, if you don't know it already, you won't by the time you finish reading this but just thought I'd mention it.
Carl Jung can Suck my Dick. Maybe. (I now name my songs Grind style)

Let it be known, the prototype has arrived
Noted, documented, recorded, forgotten
When the research teams find evidence
There must never be enough

Torn apart then sponged and stitched
The sutures are coming undone
You are leaking archetypes
Prefabricated, refabricate

The way these monuments rise
You'd think they were never built at all
The way the rubble towers
This is a boneyard for legends

Decomposed and post-rot
Dust of blood and bodies
We breathe, our hearts beat
Our instincts carry no memory

Torn apart then sponged and stitched
The sutures are coming undone
You are leaking archetypes
Prefabricated, refabricate

You'll be the same as every other
Another treasonous similarity
Individualistic by nature
Rebel again, inspirator.

10-04-2005, 03:56 PM	#4
Dancin' Man ∞ days deleted Join Date: Aug 2003 Location: Ithaca is Gorges. So are vags Posts: 10,218	Keep in mind that to really understand what I'm talking about (despite the ranting spastic style I used) you have to have at least a basic understanding of Carl Jung and the Collective Unconcious. Needless to say, if you don't know it already, you won't by the time you finish reading this but just thought I'd mention it. Carl Jung can Suck my Dick. Maybe. (I now name my songs Grind style) Let it be known, the prototype has arrived Noted, documented, recorded, forgotten When the research teams find evidence There must never be enough Torn apart then sponged and stitched The sutures are coming undone You are leaking archetypes Prefabricated, refabricate The way these monuments rise You'd think they were never built at all The way the rubble towers This is a boneyard for legends Decomposed and post-rot Dust of blood and bodies We breathe, our hearts beat Our instincts carry no memory Torn apart then sponged and stitched The sutures are coming undone You are leaking archetypes Prefabricated, refabricate You'll be the same as every other Another treasonous similarity Individualistic by nature Rebel again, inspirator. Last edited by Dancin' Man; 10-11-2005 at 06:35 PM.