Wet Dentist for the Future - Greatest Hits Vol​.​2

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Welcome to Wet Dentist's Greatest Hits Volume 2, featuring the choicest cuts from 2011-2016. All songs here, except for the ones originally on the album The Coup de Grâce, have been remixed and remastered by Wet Dentist. 2 songs have been totally re-imagined and re-recorded from scratch!

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released July 15, 2017

Wet Dentist - everything, except where noted
Violet Payne - vocals & lyrics on "Lead Ashtray" & "Soak Cobalt"
- vocals, lyrics & composition of how the vocals are
delivered for the Anon bridge on "These Are End Times"
- backing vocals on "The Running Man"

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Wet Dentist makes electro-based music in Bethlehem, PA USA. Free downloads (or pay what you want) of over a decade's worth of discography. Not for the feint of heart.

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Track Name: The Running Man
THE RUNNING MAN (originally from Fetishist 4 the Dickensian, 2012)


I am the running man
running faster than I can.
It's getting kinda hectic.
No need to show off my hologram.
Too much for your attention span.
It's getting kinda hectic.
I'm running a 4.34 right here behind my face.
I'm running a 4.34 towards another state.
Assume I dance inside my lavish pentagram. . .
Track Name: Destroyed by Business
DESTROYED BY BUSINESS (from Destroyed by Business, 2015)


D-E-S-T-R-O-Y-E-D
Destroyed by business

It's not personal; it's just business

It's like doing something
Then writing it down just so it can get crossed off the list.

Destroyed by business

It's not personal; it's just business.
Track Name: Seize Them
SEIZE THEM (from These Are the Plutocrats, 2013)


Guards, seize them, for that what they've done.
I will pick apart their loved ones' lives,
but bring them to me first, unbroken and conscious.
You deploy some insect drones; you know where to send them.
Notify the senator. There's gonna be some corpses.
Get your education on.
And then I'm gonna buy another island . . .
because I love my wife.

CH: And you know Timbaland's gonna be playing at the gala.
So many helicopters gotta land nearby the stage somehow.
We will be armed to the teeth, and the landing pad's fortified.
No strays get away, they will be chased down by dogs.

Fetch me my Presidential Medal and a chalice full of beaujolais,
and get me my general because I demand an update.
I told my guards to seize them, unbroken and conscious.
Hack into the histories of their IP addresses,
insert some instances, tip a neighbor off,
because I want answers before I leave at five.
Because then I'm gonna buy another island . . .

CH: And you know Timbaland's gonna be playing at the gala.
And all who attend will surely keep their eyes on the servants.
You poor people all look the same to me; don't care what color you are.
You look like someone we're gonna arrest on TV.

We have the Senate, we have the banks,
an invading force of millions of Iraqis and Indonesians,
immaculately trained, twice as brutal and ten times as cheap.
So you tell my guards to seize them. I got places to be.
I'm thinking like Caligula right now.
Track Name: They Will Invade
THEY WILL INVADE (from Border War, 2014)


They never speak around me like statues, but moving
Become flesh and blunt words
Once I'm done catching glimpse of them
Do they break their cover?

They will invade . . .
A lot of them are already here . . .

At gun clubs and chat rooms and sites on the dark web
They plan things; I know it
I'll lurk if I feel safe
Still reading terrible things
That should be from another country
With a terrible past
They say they only need 3%

They will invade
A lot of them are already here
And we just don't know who they are yet
Or some of us know someone maybe

They could be next door or across the street
Polishing their guns and feeling their notches
Or imagining what it'll feel like
To carve in their first of many notches

The enemy can be anywhere
Anywhere in a matter of hours

Without grenades, without grenades
And landmines in the front yard
And underneath the back deck:
A line of heads on spikes
It's insane to be unarmed, my darling
It's insane to be unarmed, my darling

Yet here we are unarmed . . .
Track Name: Lead Ashtray (featuring Violet Payne)
LEAD ASHTRAY (from The Coup de Grâce, 2016)
lyrics by Violet Payne


Once there was a girl.
Once there was a cure.
Once there was a dream,
if only she could sleep.
Once there was a man.
Once there was a plan.
Once there was a way,
if only for a day.
If only I was someone else.
If only time was left unfelt.
If everything was shades of gray,
maybe I could fade away.
If only I would not look back.
If only sight would turn to black.
If everything would fade away,
once upon a time led astray.
Once there was a girl
who hoped to find a cure.
She wished upon a dream.
If only she could sleep.
Track Name: Head on a Swivel
HEAD ON A SWIVEL (original version from Fetishist 4 the Dickensian, 2012)


Any moment now . . . disappearing.
I'll be one of the ones that disappears.
Clampdowns live-tweeted from 50 or so separate vantage points.
I file that away.
You can understand the density of the mirrors
with their polyglot temperatures in the middle of Hell.
A blurred impression of an ilk could get you thrown into the path of a thresher.
If they can chomp through titanium, they surely can chomp through you too.

I can't presume this new monsoon season
ringing between our ears isn't entirely something else.
I guess we're too in tune with too many things that go vroom vroom.

Any moment now . . . disappearing.
I'll be one of the ones that disappears.
I did not exist in the minds of the solipsists
exhaling the nature of the guillotine.
I'm thinking your morals might be just like a wizard sleeve:
the image of totality's impossible.

I can't presume this new monsoon season
ringing between our ears isn't entirely something else.
I guess we're too in tune with too many things that go vroom vroom.

Maybe like back in the day with Pinochet,
or just like a snowflake that's melted away.
Keep your head on a swivel and your eyes peeled.
Keep your eyes peeled and your head on a swivel.

Disappear. Any moment now . . . disappearing.
I'll be one of the ones that disappears.
Track Name: The Nice Way Pt.1
The Nice Way Pt1 (from The Nice Way, 2014)


Pin some unsolved capital crime on her;
You tell me which one.
I'll take care of recording her confession.
We'll do it now, save it for later.
Come on, you owe me one.
Hell, blame her for the oceans rising.
The courts go secret next week.
Look at me; I want to do this the nice way.

It's what she wants
This is what she wants
For if she loses her mind
If she loses her mind

She is fine now, and she will be fine for time to come.
That's why it's critical now that we get her confession.
She's totally game, and she guarantees something
Oscar-worthy.
I understand your apprehension; rules are rules.
[Why won't the churches give us this one thing?]
I swear sometimes the stench of the 20th Century is so thick in here.
That's why we need to charge her with a capital crime.

It's what she wants
This is what she wants
For if she loses her mind
If she loses her mind

So what do you say? You are silent.
It makes me think I'm confused about something I'm not
And I don't like that . . .
Track Name: Baby Dragons
BABY DRAGONS (from Border War, 2014)


Baby dragons spewing flames.
Baby dragons swirl.
Makes the realm such a cooler place.
Baby dragons hover above
that drag queen's shoulders
for this week's challenge.
That's baby dragons, Ru.
Baby dragons not yet beast enough
to convey the raw power
that they will wield. baby dragons.

Those 2 baby dragons there
travel the arid land
with the arid queen;
they nearly starve to death
but they live! they live!
on my TV.

Baby dragons smelt with her brother's head.

Baby dragons with my honey on the brick.
Baby dragons with my honey on the brick:
she makes up a theme song
with dance moves to the beginning of the guitar riff of Cream's
"Sunshine of Your Love."

Baby dragons coupled with her real true pure joy.
Baby dragons coupled with her real true pure joy.
Track Name: In Order to Ascend
IN ORDER TO ASCEND (from The Coup de Grace, 2016)


Anytime now. Maybe right now.
Anytime now. Maybe right now.
Anytime now. Maybe right now.
How about now?
Anytime now. Maybe right now . . .
Track Name: Fetishist 4 the Dickensian
FETISHIST 4 THE DICKENSIAN (from Fetishist 4 the Dickensian, 2012)


I can shoot through the loopholes, I daresay, better than anyone.
You best leave this neck of the woods to us.
Faster than the speed of gasoline, it will seem like an alien poison;
you've all had some.

Fetishist 4 the Dickensian, it's unstoppable what I've got going on here.

The cosmos shellacs itself in celestial light, and their dreams, they channel mine.
Enter the magma.
I will wield technologies that can do what now cannot be done.
Puny drones, you can't touch this. Do I stutter?

Fetishist 4 the Dickensian, it's unstoppable what I've got going on here.

She would look hot guiding an oxcart with stringy hair, answers to “you, there.”
She would look hot scrubbing the wash, tears in her frock, with dirty hair.
Fetishist 4 the Dickensian . . .
Track Name: Mind Palpitations Yeah
MIND PALPITATIONS YEAH (from Border War, 2014)

Can't control the thoughts when I think it /
My heart starts to beat in triplets
Can't even begin to predict it / Can't even begin to predict it
Believe me - not for you / Believe me - not for you
Can't control the thoughts when I think it /
My heart starts to beat in triplets
Can't even begin to predict it / Can't even begin to predict it
Believe me - not for you / Believe me - not for you

I think my organs sweat and shoot out heat
No skin should ever burn like this
The neurotransmitter battalions
Bash battering rams and colossal

Those neurotransmitters that have no fucking clue
Are riding hamster wheels and they know it
Striving at wind with very real battering rams
It's verboten to make point of that / During this war - God help me
During this war - God help me
I hate when I remember some of the things they say
I hate when I remember some of the things they say
Eye twitches – twitching eye / Eye twitches – twitching eye

Can't control the thoughts when I think it /
My heart starts to beat in triplets
Can't even begin to predict it / Can't even begin to predict it
Believe me - not for you / Believe me - not for you

I think my organs sweat and shoot out heat
No skin should ever burn like this
The neurotransmitter battalions
Bash battering rams and colossal

I have a fever when I have your normal temperature
It's like a Viet Cong re-enactment over here
I have a fever when I have your normal temperature
It's like a Viet Cong re-enactment over here
Look at my eyes – what do they do?
No don't look at my eyes / No don't look at my eyes

Mind palpitations yeah – mind palpitations yeah

Can't control the thoughts when I think it /
My heart starts to beat in triplets
Can't even begin to predict it / Can't even begin to predict it

Believe me – not for you
Track Name: A Rare Earth Element
A RARE EARTH ELEMENT (from The Coup de Grâce, 2016)


Wet Dentist practically undetectable in the Ether . . .
Wet Dentist in the Ether.

Like a rare earth element spit to pieces in an alien environment.

Wet Dentist: dead set on reaching machines that ain't been built yet.

Like a rare earth element spit to pieces in an alien atmosphere,
ascend the stairs to where all living ends.
My attendance in oblivion is a requirement.

My out-of-whack elemental particles will reach that supernova.
And then the info I left behind will get eaten up by machines.
Track Name: Tweak Your Back
Tweak Your Back (from The Nice Way, 2014)


What in the world are you doing?
Don't lift that; you'll tweak your back.
Track Name: The Sum of One Plus Never
THE SUM OF ONE PLUS NEVER (from Fetishist 4 the Dickensian, 2012)


This flesh is merely the physical representation of a digital presence.
“The Myth of Sisyphus and Other Essays.”
Who are we to restrict this Wet Dentist, the character that writes itself?
Did I mention that I'm thinking changing agents?
If you politely tore me open right now, you'd see all the cubicles.
Just up the stairs, there's offices housing competing interests.
What's the diff? We all hand our rent checks to the skin.

Blind in the ears, deaf in the eyes, mute to the taste of the stupid surprise.

Wet Dentist LLC they keep weird hours, get weird packages from weird places.
That's all I remember.
If you politely tore me open right now, you'd see all the cubicles.
Just up the stairs, there's offices housing competing interests.
What's the diff? We all hand our rent checks to the skin.
Remembering things is pretty much a waste. What's the point?
This body does other things.
My weedwacker is so bourgeois.
Another fanatic's ideas appear on my refreshed mobile screen.
It's gotten to the point I type “blah blah blah.”
Now it's buzz buzz buzz buzz.

Blind in the ears, deaf in the eyes, mute to the taste of the stupid surprise.

The sum of one plus never or the sum of one never plus another.

My microphone stand doesn't encapsulate
what I typed the other day with all those emoticons,
and that freaks me out (even the one that pours cereal in the morning,
the one that loves the May lighting bugs the best,
the one that thinks it might like humidified paper
but knows it fucking hates humidity.
This body does other things. My weedwacker is so bourgeois.
This flesh is merely the physical representation of a digital presence.
“The Myth of Sisyphus and Other Essays.”

Blind in the ears, deaf in the eyes, mute to the taste of the stupid surprise.
Track Name: Haus of Whoa
HAUS OF WHOA (from The Coup de Grâce, 2016)


The teeth gnash – The body wails.
Tears like white water rapids
erodes words, the doomed rock.
She is my wife for life
but she hints that she might end it
even before her mother dies,
who is dying, brain first, body second.
She is my wife for life.
I gulp a glass of red wine and another
to escape it just this night
when my love is so tired from all the wailing and gnashing.
The fierce currents smashing in half the remnants of speech,
and they beat down on the roofs and walls of thought.
Her back's half-broken from all the gravity.
Her brain's like news footage of a flood carrying a house downstream,
and they zoom in on a pet hamster
running as fast as it can on its wheel,
which may as well be a hamster wheel in an Escher-like environment:
kaleidoscopic and brutal.
But now she's experiencing a serenity
that can only spring from exhaustion then collapse.
She does not ponder at this time ending it all, in sleep.
I gulp a glass of red wine
and another to escape it just this night . . .
Track Name: Communiqué Denied
COMMUNIQUÉ DENIED (from Border War, 2014)


I've got a black suit on and a sky-blue tie.
I'm shackled and barefoot, babe, and I think I might die.
I had my hair all slicked back just the way you like,
But they messed it all up.

I can really see this now all in a movie.
Even now, I think I'm looking dreamy
With this cool sneer on my face while those others scream at me
In some crazy dialect of their occupying language.

The one guy speaks pretty good broken English
But asks me about stuff I've never even heard of.

One time, some other guy lit my hand with a Zippo lighter.
He just held it there while another held me by the hair.
I couldn't stand it; I'm still devastated by it.

I wanted you here then, as I do now, so I could squeeze you tightly
in hopes to absorb some of this screeching searing pain I feel
during what could be my last night on earth.
Track Name: Too Tough to Resist
TOO TOUGH TO RESIST (from Destroyed by Business, 2015)


The medical vortex of endless tests and co-pays
Bounces you around like a pinball
Magnet to magnet, disappointment to disappearing
A few days from your email account.

The times you want to cry you can't
Because your mix of meds seems pretty wrong.
Doctors don't listen, and you are too flustered to speak
What needs to be hammered into them just so it finally sticks.

All that easy money is just too tough to resist.

I look at my darling wife, your daughter,
And I loosely clutch her chin and say
“All that easy money is just too tough to resist.
It's their bread and butter.
It's not personal; it's just business.

People like you and me will be destroyed by business;
It's written all over our faces.”

It's just business . . .
Track Name: Have Them Fight Our War Here for Us
HAVE THEM FIGHT OUR WAR HERE FOR US (from These Are the Plutocrats, 2013)


We will run ad blitzes; I got them all worked out.
In a nutshell, they'll shout
"you don't have to be one of these dregs.
Meet with us on your street corner at dusk.
You'll like it when you get a check.
Just 3 day weeks, you won't want to sleep.
Under the table quick tax-free cash.

We pick up thugs in trucks and train them,
give'm a bump of meth and a weapon.
But when the dawn arises, contractors
under the labor laws of Indonesia.

Don't even think I haven't met with
some of their superiors in middle management
along with their language translators.
They are a blunt and icy-hot cold lot,
brutal on one hand, but still all afraid for themselves on the other,
as it should be; it's what works.

The number of neighborhoods to penetrate is irrelevant.
Overtime pay will be kept to a minimum.
We got the labor laws of Indonesia
coupled with our plans for after dark.
We see an endless supply of applicants, and frankly,
there aren't enough people on the other side
that are still allowed to vote.
And we can all see how that sucks for them.

We pick up thugs in trucks and train them,
give'm a bump of meth and a weapon.
But when the dawn arises, contractors
under the labor laws of Indonesia.

We have overseen some of the most transformational awakenings
of true unhindered liberty
at a fraction of our competitions' costs.

We're gonna have them fight our war here for us.
We feel this business model can
sustain itself with high yields for the long term.
We have divisions abroad.

We will offer applicants a deal on hot water.
Chicks'll dig their hot water.

We pick up thugs in trucks and train them,
give'm a bump of meth and a weapon.
But when the dawn arises, contractors
under the labor laws of Indonesia.
Track Name: Bunnies
BUNNIES (from Border War, 2014)


We try to name all the bunnies and keep
track of them. They get backstories; personalities often
spring forth from their features. Nugget is often
the tiniest bunny of the season. There was
Biscuit and Gravy, two little bunnies.
They were in love. Sometimes at dusk,
we would stand out on the veranda
wondering aloud if Biscuit and Gravy were down
their little hidey-hole snuggling.
Snoozy was a loner and would lounge
every warm, sunny afternoon near the ferns and flowers
on what we call The Grassy Knoll. You taught
Snoozy how to feast on your chopped-up
apple cores, gradually coaxing him
to chomp on them right beneath us.
Maynard's got a beatnik neck-beard, and Pickles got short ears.
They dash back and forth, sometimes right
at each other, taking turns avoiding collision by
springing a few feet straight up into the sky, faster than
Olympic track. This is our I-max . . .
The free wooded area next door not only
houses varieties of flowers that bloom at different times,
there's many other sources of cover from hawks.
To our knowledge, there is no record of any hawk
ever having any luck with any bunny over here,
[and there never will be].
That one time, that cat had something I was able
to ascertain that it was definitely not a bunny . . .
Track Name: Spare No Cost for the Time Machine
SPARE NO COST FOR THE TIME MACHINE (from These Are the Plutocrats, 2013)


My words are better than your words, no matter what you say.
My air's more pure than yours is; you might as well breathe clay.
I'm looking back in time. Pyramids climb to the sky.
I say, look at Egypt right now, I mean, come on, really.
Parts are like a Soviet gulag circa Stalin when the pictures were so cool.
If someone collapses, just toss him. "No person, no problem."

Red and yellow, black and white.
The lack of factors getting in our way,
and so many advances that favor us,
we'd be fools not to take advantage;
we will be gods on Earth.
And we will spare no cost for the time machine.

It's our chance now to be eternal,
make them all pay dearly to get us there.
The decades spent activating our plans
could not have begun at a better time.
Look at Soviet Russia: their memory's a joke.
You know if the South had television,
this all wouldn't have taken so long.
There wouldn't have been no 20th Century,
but then I wouldn't have had my hiphop.
My God, the music would be terrible.

Red and yellow, black and white.
The lack of factors getting in our way,
and so many advances that favor us,
we'd be fools not to take advantage;
we will be gods on Earth.
Why are you looking at me that way?
And we would spare no cost for the time machine.
Track Name: Soak Cobalt *bloat*dye*croak* (featuring Violet Payne)
SOAK COBALT *BLOAT*DYE*CROAK* (from The Coup de Grâce, 2016)
lyrics by Violet Payne


Blue chroma saturated my true colors like a sponge.
So this is what it feels like; this sieve is where I live, without living.
I breathe not by choice. Misfortunes are givens.
They take the peach away and are replaced -
The crazed masterpiece made by the grubby
play-caked frustrated palms of a puzzle-frazzled 4-year old
who mistakes the deep lake center of the scene for the sky blue edge pieces
and leaves me no borders but a hazy equator.
Bye, bi-polar bear south of the border.
I can be both and more: deep lock monster - modern day eyesore.
Fortunately for you, I no longer resurface (in this form);
these dark adapted eyes see nothing
but my own colossal extremities
(sea asylum - salt injunction - soylent plum - tap water friction).
I mention food often, but hunger for nothing,
craving from nature no more than her hues.
I've starved the fruit from my wooden frame, then set it aflame.
I can be both and more: deep lock monster - modern day eyesore.
And I'm satisfied - a fine canvas - baptized - bliss.
I've quickened the harvest with sticky tar fingers,
salve-stained sanguine mortar scarlet petal wound.
My dark red rum: a violet payne - emerging magenta.
I can be the beautiful spectrum of blue -
violet (magnificent) *period*
I can be both and more: deep lock monster - modern day eyesore.
Track Name: These Are End Times
These Are End Times


you might look more real to me with one of them tattooed tears
I'm in comic books I'm in comic books
weird subconscious shit don't feel like doing anything about it
earthquakes don't kill people buildings kill people (2x)

ch
now I'll never want to ever calm down
galloping like the voice that says these are end times
plutocracy's got new lenses
talking with the voice people use to talk to pets

got a brain like a sieve things get erased, penciled in
rewritten, then I try to count the times I was a punctured balloon
every second of live television is susceptible . . .
I'm gonna get skinnier yet hey look at me
I just turned into a puritan
slick like a white bird's newly blackened feathers (2x)

ch
now I'll never want to ever calm down
galloping like the voice that says these are end times
now I'll never want to ever calm down
galloping like the voice that says these are end times
that says these are end times

br
Anon . . .

v3
i'm in comic books, i'm in comic books 2x

ch
plutocracy's got new lenses
talking with the voice people use to talk to pets
now I'll never want to ever come down
galloping with my voice that says these are end times
that says these are end times that says these are end times