From the RPM Challenge 2009 album - "Like A Dark Mirror Keeping Its Secrets": Native American Industrial? Sample credits will appear with album info once posted.

The monitors of the omniverse are bored out of their mind, and wish something would happen to break the monotony. There are some things that transcend the laws of physics - Murphy's Law is one of those things. ---- May be a little soft for…

The cosmic equivalent of standing on a ledge and jumping off, except, like Mr. Hawking established, black holes sometimes regurgitate their meals - the original matter is usually corrupted in the process. --- From the RPM 2009 album: "Like A…

Hurtling towards oblivion thanks to a giant catapult owned by a foul-mouthed voodoo child, he sends a final lewd finger gesture back to the world he sought escape from. Unbeknownst to him, Voodoo Boy may have a vested interest in using him…

The final version of this track: When escaping events that are falling apart, be leery of strangers offering gifts - particularly when they look like something out of Children Of The Corn and they offer to lob you into orbit with a giant catapult…

A well of thoughts continues, but who is it dreaming in the white room? Midnight has drifted away, and we're headed towards the dawn of the next day.

Away Let The Neurons Go Right Out Of One Void And Into Another blank stare clean slate brain dead in a factory state

*Her departed voice *says *barely audible *static crackling *I must try and defrag *constant recalibration of *the listening machine (I sense a world of bits and bytes) (Machine reverie hidden from our eyes) (It's all there for…

You've been gone too long I've been here before some remnant condiment behind the oven door I shut the door so long ago there's demon in the code if I took the chance to let you out the whole thing could implode To make you go away…

seamless facade an egg birth arcade So the sparrow does fly then it leaves an arrow in the sky (lost in the cold) (lost in the code) we're all browsers in a way picture's fine in the daytime but in the silence the charade it fades…