Disunity (Interlude)

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PH:
Truth be told, who lives at the end is still loosely unknown
I’m obviously sold but the problem writ bold is the absence of information
[That] leaves us to half guess and sit and wait, until we access this different place
And if that’s that, we run risk of a massive shift in weight
Where the ones we attacking switch to chase us
Back us into the corner of the living space we invading
[I’m] getting fidgety they could have made infinite changes
Just think of shit they could arrange for us, given thеy grew up in the field wе step blindly
[I’m] thinking we boot up the computer and connect to the actual network
Of data that is tethered to average crafts since the factory send off

WH:
Understandable fear, but where you think those average crafts end up
When they try to bend law, and dip off?
Right into the bent claws and dripping jaws, of the same forces who we fence off
We too far to just spitball; we glitched through the wall it’s simple: we connect we risk all

PH:
While danger is there
We now near the area where we can bounce through the barrier of a region
[That] institutions can’t bridge for any reason
A deep new sector in the deep dark sea we cruise in
A murky gulf that’s fluid, and should be reviewed and inspected -- lest we dive blindfolded

WH:
Listen, all decent and fine motives;
We fly uncharted over wide ocean
But, my gripe is, I think we might get left lifeless
By those with access to track and trap us if we try connecting
What if the sky opens and they roll in with weapons… threatening?

PH:
If the chase is resurrected, we do what we do best, make an exit
My direction brought us this far, please just trust my assessment

WH:
I’m compressed by the pressure, torn, and honestly worn out, from this war for our right to be ignored
But if you think my trepidations are more of the same hesitation
That got us canned in the first place then… let’s chance it…
I’m game for a gambit where we gain understanding
Click clack now kick back and render the planet candid…

PH:
Piece together shards of the readings ‘bout their star
And the creatures that evolved within the reaches of its warmth

WH:
I’m fixin up the histories of civilizations, digging up their mysteries
It isn’t exactly presented as a list to me
So give patience, i’ll flip the signals, and tinker with info that given to me
And dissipate the fake shit and fuzz that’s clouding our inquiry
... It’s coming into organization: the whole world is post industrialization
A full thorough honed-in investigation
Shows its several hundreds years past breakin’ nuclear stages
But I see little non-geographical segregation
A worldwide coalition, might be raised in
The name of non-nation based correlation, and coordination
A well formed swarm of faces

PH:
Cut to the chase

WH:
Well what’s takin’ place, is an advancement beyond what the logs had to say
This is no small shack in the middle of a swamp
It’s mega cities sewn tightly by military law
State organized labor, a collected attitude of gratitude and pride amongst the people
Boots, and helmets, they’re not exactly feeble

PH:
C’mon cut to the chase

WH:
The guns that we’ll face are collectively aimed
And big… like big, big, big
Rigged to kill, made to fill great spaces with disparate steel
That splits your grill, rips through thick shields and leaves skin peeled
Explosives that slow the flow of their oceans
A sky littered with satellites that can focus, at hyper speeds and incinerate commotion--

PH:
Well how we gonna think of strategy ‘fore we close in?
What’s that?
That sound bouncin’ around from all points of the ship

WH:
Oh shit fuck that, It’s a warning
Quick run to the back
Something’s forming near, it could be the forces feared
Nightmare’s coming to life, check the glass

PH:
Yep you’re right they’re comin’ to arrest our ass…