Story Behind the Song
A song exploring my need to hide behind technology and to be "different" while scaring the bejesus out of my poor wife, being a mutilated mutant "under the Visor." More firearms imagery...
Lyrics
Bugs in the skin, getting in, going in. Ring around the breath of life, give it up, throw it up. Kiss the chip, flip the switch, sucking succor from the sun. Fuel the dream, scheme the plan. Red dot lifts the Visor! Red dot opens up eightball hemmorage, Exit wounds always bigger, thumb on trigger. Footpounds, feet sound, Mother prays, the Panarex. See her glowing. Reaching out to lift the Visor! Earth cooling, sky burning, skin flowing, friends are going. Far away, bell sounds now, mounds of life, striving. Caseless ammo rattles, Seattle dying, New Hope frying. Gays and Straights, who cares now. They lift the Visor! Woman speaking, breath heaving, futile sounds of love crying. Comes to me, to be herself, to see what I've become. Trying hard to see through my metal skin to the man I'm not, Suddenly, she sees. Me under the Visor!
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