PALC

Music: Deca "Clay Pigeons"

Directed and animated by Deca with additional animation by Danski Tang. Contains clips of Breadcrumbs Gabriel Ratchet and Mammon's Mantra directed by Steven Mertens.

[Intro]

The creative power working through the mind of men has produced the modern world

We have learned how to release vast sources of energy

And we've learned how to make wonderful machines

That can travel around the world in a few days

All this has brought humanity under the action of immensely strong material forces

We do not dominate these forces, they dominate us

Lifе on Earth is getting more and more complicatеd every generation

There's no room for the inner life

[Verse 1]

Back to work, separatin' grassroots from astroturf

As half-truths they try to pass off as facts emerge

Keep me tethered to the ground, bring me back to Earth

When I blast off and take my place in the galactic church

I'm tryin' to grasp light and dark's vacillations

In a white room with black curtains at the station

Cream makes the world spin like Dervishes and Daytons

And leads men astray into the serpent's machinations

With strictures and cave wall flicks to hypnotize

I eat my daily tripe with bare hands, it's undignified

The mantra on the cloven tongue of Mammon's like nails

On a chalkboard inside the stomach of a white whale

Eyes poppin' out the sockets watching profits line pockets

And the price of bought-and-sold souls skyrocket

Walk a road wrought with skulls, not with gold

Fraught with signs, roadblocks, and obstacles that defy logic

[Chorus]

Life's a package deal

You take the beautiful days with dark nights

And dance with Maya in the starlight

It's alright, we wax and we wane

There's wildflowers growing from the cracks in my brain

Dry your eyes, revitalize, alive and well

Practicin' my aim by a grave of fireflies

That fell like Simon Magus from the sky

And hit the ground

(What do you think is falling down? Down, down, down)

[Verse 2]

Right as rainfall, sent to pacify the violent flames

Hydroplaned on torrential teardrops, a crying shame

Find your lane, find the book of life, sign your name

Lose your way, hit creative brick walls, times have changed

Is it art or artifice? Sleight of hand, parlor tricks?

Arsenic or medicine? Hell-bound or heaven-sent?

Sound the sirens, we're here on Earth stranded

Where the seeds of my present pathos were first planted

If words are weapons, I'll address and press every issue

And spit bullets that'll rip through your connective tissue

The priest in garb gave us sin, fire and brimstone

And said it's either Devil's nectar or holy water to wet your whistle

But love alone can turn thistles into daffodils

So no dogma for me, thanks, I had my fill

Had my fill of powder, black tar, acid, pills

Catholic guilt and runnin' from my problems like it's track and field