On Listening To Nine Inch Nails

Angst is just awkward, an anxious state
A misplaced foot and Germanic A
Full of fear and trembling and emotions displaced
A Mitteleuropa mark from a time and a place

Aloha is Hawaiian and thus hard to say
Too many vowels, they get in your way
You need a uke or a slack key guitar
The far northern tropics is where you are

A drone doesn't work if it's strictly alone
It must be detuned with a beat in its own
Overtones and modes and the root which is home
It's a solid yet fragile harmonic zone

Distortion distortion piled on top
Bitcrushed or boogex or amps that won't stop
Communist industry, factory grind
The whine of a saw on the grate of your mind

I feel angst
War between the classes
I feel angst
Wanna fuck my mother
I feel angst
I lost my archetype
But underneath it all you know
You can't believe the hype

The fruits of his labor
Are taken from the worker
The profit and the ease
Are taken by another
The specter in my dreams
Looks just like my father
The power of the message
Makes you just like any other 

Mountain

V1
I was born a strong mountain
Time has been a strong rain
I'm still standing but if I fell down
I couldn't get up here again

V2
Hacked with picks and drilled with mines
They suck on my blood like wine
Seasons turn while the west wind blows
I've grown so incredibly old

C1
I'm the man in the mountain, baby
It's the job I was born to do
Atlas never knew why he was there
But for me, I do it for you

V3
Shoulders slumped on a back that's cracked
A rock slide paralyzed my face
Each year a little more comes off the top
Crags crumble and fall out of place

V4
Down below I see the fertile plain
Where you plant and harvest your grain
I did that, I built it, I made it for you
Because that is the job I was born to do

C2
I'm the man in the mountain, baby
It's the job I was born to do
Atlas never knew why he was there
But for me, I do it for you