Might As Well Be Decent

132 BPM, Hard-core Punk, Synths, folktronica, kalimba motifs, ‑belting, ‑duet

[INTRO — SPACEY / PSYCHEDELIC]
[Vocal: Calm, dry spoken voice. Slow and detached.]

A universe starts over and
It's the beginning of a division in another species
that asked machines to start dreaming up their own ideas

This could have all happened before...

[TRANSITION — BUILDING]

Pure heedonistic nihilism
Wrapped up in a meat package
For whatever's making us function to survive

But looks don't matter

[PRE-CHORUS — PSYCHEDELIC ASCENSION]
[Instrumentation: EBM pulse intensifies. Guitar feedback begins to swell. Add distorted synth texture rising underneath.]
[Vocal: Pull away from the rhythm and become more melodic. Build tension without fully exploding.]

And if we’re all just functioning
or just getting through the day
We're failing
each
on our
own

[CHORUS]

When it's comes out in talk that
we're just a mod-podge for the
discordant ideas, biochemical mechanisms
of some ancient primooordial discharge
it really sucks that we're not significant things...

...that was a mouthful

[VERSE 2 — MANIC / MECHANICAL]
[Instrumentation: Drop back to driving EBM bass and drums. Choppy distorted guitar stabs]
[Vocal: Faster, sharper, increasingly sardonic. Almost ranting. Build toward manic intensity.]

failure is just evidence
for the madness in the mirror

[PRE-CHORUS — ESCALATING / UNSTABLE]
[Instrumentation: Add layers of electronic percussion and distorted synth. Guitar noise swells between lines]
[Vocal: Begin controlled, then progressively lose restraint. Build toward an emotional eruption.]

But even broken things
Still have something left to do

[CHORUS]

You do what you can
For what little you can
As much as you can
For as long as you can

help somebody
reach somebody
help yourself

[BRIDGE]

hope
In the hopeless

use
In the useless

we're definitely a fluke
we're just temporary
finite things in an infinite time-loop
its definitely some kind of joke

But while we're here—

[BREAKDOWN]

Better get your shit together
Put it up for sale

Look at it
Laugh at it
Say, “YEAH, I MADE THAT!”

The universe doesn't owe us anything

[FINAL CHORUS]

Make something and love someone
work towards communicating and co-operating

if the world ends tomorrow
and an asteroid comes
or retribution finally
Aborts the human race

We were all just a fluke anyways

But LET'S get comfy!

[OUTRO — COSMIC / DEADPAN]
[Instrumentation: Electronic pulse slowly disappears. One final distant guitar feedback tone.]
[Vocal: Return completely to the dry conversational voice from the intro. Almost amused. No emotional singing. Leave long pauses between thoughts.]

So, yeah.

the universe is meaningless.

and consciousness is just
some weird accident
inside a meat prison
The material meeting the spirit
So if we're already here...

Might as well be decent

2767/7500

[INTRO — SPACEY / PSYCHEDELIC] [Vocal: Calm, dry spoken voice. Slow and detached.] A universe starts over and It's the beginning of a division in another species that asked machines to start dreaming up their own ideas This could have all happened before... [TRANSITION — BUILDING] Pure heedonistic nihilism Wrapped up in a meat package For whatever's making us function to survive But looks don't matter [PRE-CHORUS — PSYCHEDELIC ASCENSION] [Instrumentation: EBM pulse intensifies. Guitar feedback begins to swell. Add distorted synth texture rising underneath.] [Vocal: Pull away from the rhythm and become more melodic. Build tension without fully exploding.] And if we’re all just functioning or just getting through the day We're failing each on our own [CHORUS] When it's comes out in talk that we're just a mod-podge for the discordant ideas, biochemical mechanisms of some ancient primooordial discharge it really sucks that we're not significant things... ...that was a mouthful [VERSE 2 — MANIC / MECHANICAL] [Instrumentation: Drop back to driving EBM bass and drums. Choppy distorted guitar stabs] [Vocal: Faster, sharper, increasingly sardonic. Almost ranting. Build toward manic intensity.] failure is just evidence for the madness in the mirror [PRE-CHORUS — ESCALATING / UNSTABLE] [Instrumentation: Add layers of electronic percussion and distorted synth. Guitar noise swells between lines] [Vocal: Begin controlled, then progressively lose restraint. Build toward an emotional eruption.] But even broken things Still have something left to do [CHORUS] You do what you can For what little you can As much as you can For as long as you can help somebody reach somebody help yourself [BRIDGE] hope In the hopeless use In the useless we're definitely a fluke we're just temporary finite things in an infinite time-loop its definitely some kind of joke But while we're here— [BREAKDOWN] Better get your shit together Put it up for sale Look at it Laugh at it Say, “YEAH, I MADE THAT!” The universe doesn't owe us anything [FINAL CHORUS] Make something and love someone work towards communicating and co-operating if the world ends tomorrow and an asteroid comes or retribution finally Aborts the human race We were all just a fluke anyways But LET'S get comfy! [OUTRO — COSMIC / DEADPAN] [Instrumentation: Electronic pulse slowly disappears. One final distant guitar feedback tone.] [Vocal: Return completely to the dry conversational voice from the intro. Almost amused. No emotional singing. Leave long pauses between thoughts.] So, yeah. the universe is meaningless. and consciousness is just some weird accident inside a meat prison The material meeting the spirit So if we're already here... Might as well be decent

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