EPISODE · Dec 16, 2025 · 4 MIN
Exit Before the Fall
from FRED STZ MUSIC · host FRED STZ
Eyes like scratched film, watching the reel burn Static prophets scream from a dying tower They're training blue-eyed men in believer's hours And the market square is full of mothers' sighs The newsman's face is wet, he's telling no lies I feel the clampdown in the gasoline air A hard rain's gonna fall but doesn't anyone care? Fascist groove thang, beating on the radio Famine in the wheatfield, war in the video Another bed is burning, a right they'll never know Another soul just debt that the company will owe Do they owe us a living? The answer's always no I wanna run. I wanna flee. My existence is a weight inside of me. In this world where everything is debris... I wanna run from the coming sea. This life's a stone, this life's a gall. Exit. Exit before the fall. I read my archangel by the asylum light A man with soles of wind who vanished in the night He said "I is another" and he fractured time Now I's another, watching the last clock chime The poet laureate of the punk rock prayer Said the city's in the dust and there's poison in the air A big yellow taxi took the trees and fled Leaving just the goddamn parking lot inside my head This is the eve... the eve of destruction. This is the five-year warning, the final deduction. Who's in the bunker? Who's in the bunker? I have seen too much. Litany of the lost: Ash. Cinder. Token. Cost. Shadow. Echo. All we had, and lost. Boss. Worker. Broken. Cross. I wanna run... (run... run...) My existence... (stone... gall...) Everything is debris... Exit. Exit. Exit before...
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Eyes like scratched film, watching the reel burn Static prophets scream from a dying tower They're training blue-eyed men in believer's hours And the market square is full of mothers' sighs The newsman's face is wet, he's telling no lies I feel the clampdown in the gasoline air A hard rain's gonna fall but doesn't anyone care? Fascist groove thang, beating on the radio Famine in the wheatfield, war in the video Another bed is burning, a right they'll never know Another soul just debt that the company will owe Do they owe us a living? The answer's always no I wanna run. I wanna flee. My existence is a weight inside of me. In this world where everything is debris... I wanna run from the coming sea. This life's a stone, this life's a gall. Exit. Exit before the fall. I read my archangel by the asylum light A man with soles of wind who vanished in the night He said "I is another" and he fractured time Now I's another, watching the last clock chime The poet laureate of the punk rock prayer Said the city's in the dust and there's poison in the air A big yellow taxi took the trees and fled Leaving just the goddamn parking lot inside my head This is the eve... the eve of destruction. This is the five-year warning, the final deduction. Who's in the bunker? Who's in the bunker? I have seen too much. Litany of the lost: Ash. Cinder. Token. Cost. Shadow. Echo. All we had, and lost. Boss. Worker. Broken. Cross. I wanna run... (run... run...) My existence... (stone... gall...) Everything is debris... Exit. Exit. Exit before...
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