Contract from Yesbody ep by Xibling

Privatized prisons, built with profiteer precision

I shed a tear incision, wet the paper algorithm

of contracts signed and driven by the war-machine’s rhythm
contracts signed and driven by the war-machine

Sheet meets salted scalpel, extract insurgence from the choke-hold

of lawful legal shrapnel wrapped round the wrists of cattle

our fallen pawns of battle and the serf who stole the apple

they were picking for the master and his heirs of alabaster


my rip is tearing faster through this space-time’s case and casters

breaking through the white-washed wall
a wrecking ball that crumbles plaster

the color of the page on which they stage our great disaster
color of the page

Shredded paperwork. 
Double Windsor jerk
pulled to his knees and worse
 by the scarcity that lurks
with safety's shadow casting protection from the class-fiends

and the gypsy fingers grasping for our passcode throats and laughing



Profiteer, I shed a tear
and tear my paper contract

like wet tissue. I take issue 
and shred it upon contact.

Salt-trail incision. I'm bound for prison
for questioning the concept.
Quest for truth, I'm bound to you
by the capitalist context.
Contract.

• Electronic
• coldwave
• ebm
• electroclash
• synthpop
• synthpunk
• Portland