(Matt Embree's side project, Love You Moon)nnNow take your filthy claws out of me. nI don’t want them here no more. nA Baseball bat for your TV screen, nand a hydrogen bomb in your strip mall. nThey start you off so young, instilling what you need. nFlashing imagery persist to, cut the flow off you bloodstream. nUntil our imaginations have become pixilated. nAnd now megabytes do the work of brain cells and hard drives fill the task of hearts. nBut humans can’t be trusted anyway. nCause we can’t live forever and immortality is an art just like the fear of rejection. nCome on swallow this handful down, nyou know your conscience is impregnable.n nAssimilation has become imminent. nSo pull the hammer back now, now, now. nAnd drink it down until you see the bottom. nCan’t you smell it, can’t you smell it? nIt’s all around! nnWhose got a driver for these screws? nEverybody’s got an answer for our solution. nIt requires the liberation of emotion. nA little passion a little rage, na book and a bottle and some gasoline. nA little passion a little rage, na book and a bottle and some gasoline. nAnd a smile, and a smile from the mouths of who are worth it.