Testo Against Automation

young hearts don't always beat to standard verse & chorus.

we'll deviate from your script & fake our own deaths tonight.

we've plotted our escape,

using these instruments & a corrupt language,
with voices stronger than those projected.

the stage is set, but the set's a fake.

we refuse to memorize the soundtrack to your racket.

and i will not choreograph the next distraction.

interruption is music to our ears.

everything written down is an act.