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BAD RELIGION

THE NEW AMERICA

1.You've Got A Chance
2.It's A Long Way To The Promise Land
3.A World Without Melody
4.New America
5.1000 Memories
6.A Streetkid Named Desire
7.Whisper In Time
8.Believe It
9.I Love My Computer
10.The Hopeless Housewife
11.There Will Be A Way
12.Let It Burn
13.Don't Sell Me Short

YOU'VE GOT A CHANCE
a rhapsody! contestants in disguise a nation of desire but who will win the prize? the people stand united, reluctantly aligned copying and lying are the favorite past-time you've got a chance to confront the world today desperate romance is the curse of castaways what good is skill if you don't make it to the dance? despite circumstance you've got a chance common life, depicted on afternoon tv, is spiked to give the miserable a vogue identity hate your neighbors, cheat your friends, they don't discriminate popularity and fame don't care if you're a reprobate i'm tired of all this shakespearean misinformation i want to win the game you've got the right intentions but who's got time to think? you've got a noon appointment, you've got to hit the links you're talking in the stratosphere, you're curled up on the floor with such a wealth of information, why are you so poor? you've got a chance to be relevant today desperate romance is the curse of castaways what good is skill if you don't make it to the dance? (don't you believe what the wise men have to say) despite circumstance you've got a chance

IT'S A LONG WAY TO THE PROMISE LAND
it's a long way to the promise land so you'd better well know your way where's a ship on the ocean and an albatross who is trying to lead you astray leaders, politicians, and power whores are in line to receive your choice and you bet your ass, if you give it to them, they will gladly take your voice and it's a long way to the promise land wo-oh oh oh oh it's a long way to the promise land, if we work we might find it here there's no substitute for enlightenment, there's no reason for bridled fear when you join the people who've joined the club you gotta clench and play your hand cuz if you fall in line you're gonna fall in time and you'll never make a stand it's a long way to the promise land wo-oh oh oh oh what are you going to do? when they call for you? bend and capitulate? or keep your head on straight? easy answers bought without experience, is gonna lead you to certain doom because the truth is just what you make of it, it begins and ends with you! and it's a long way to the promise land wo-oh oh oh oh

A WORLD WITHOUT MELODY
i don't want to live in a world without melody sometimes the rhythmic din of society is too much for me but purpose is prioritized these days, the goal is win the prize there's a sleeping resonance we hold, through which we're unified so let it out! don't just get lost in the crowd no one can deter you from your own path there's no trip too remote from which you can't come back and i've got this hunch about you and me none of us are ready for a world without melody melody is the key, it's the surest way to unlock your individuality melody is the key, it will set you free! don't disrelish harmony, community will make you whole work and understanding are the chords way deep within your soul they only need to be struck once, and the vibrations swell and spread but if we mute them they decay, our sensibilities are dead so let it out! don't just be one of the crowd hesitance and diffidence will do you in and your soul doesn't care for social medicine and i've got this hunch about you and me none of us are ready for a world without melody melody is the key, it's the surest way to unlock your individuality melody is the key, it will set you free! and i know, together we could change the world just you and me but i won't live without melody

NEW AMERICA
do you know the cost of future misery? have you lost your sense of sustainability? we are just a step away from realizing what we strive to be but we've got to break out from this insulated blind and lame senility wake up the new america wo-oh! transcend the mass hysteria wo-oh! change is the thing you're wary of wo-oh! we need a new america wo-oh! laurels, human triumph, bestowments from the past victories don't mean a thing if they don't last we are just marching toward extinction with blinders on our eyes jeopardizing everything we've learned and come to realize you call that wise? open your eyes america wo-oh! see through the lies they tell to us wo-oh! confront the fears that worry us wo-oh! we need a new america wo-oh! we don't have to be afraid to re-invent we've got to start to build, progress, and implement for when we take our fill, and never pay the price we only build ourselves a fleeting, false paradise you can live in staunch denial and mark me as your enemy but i'm just a voice among the throng who want a brighter destiny they say with me we are the new america wo-oh! this is the new america? wo-oh

1000 MEMORIES
you were the one, you were my everything never apart, no one in-between then one day, when you went your own way you felt justified, and i was mortified but today... you are just a picture and a thousand memories is all i take with me cuz your smile is just too much to see you're just a thousand memories fantasies, broken dreams reveries, sordid histories following my heart, laden with reaction, without calibration or design committed to a trial, a life of understanding can't somebody show a sign to you? for me, to see if you only knew that you were the one... cuz a picture is worth one thousand memories

A STREETKID NAMED DESIRE
well, it was punk-fifteen in the morning and it was time to stand my ground and as the gawks and stares bombarded me you know, i didn't even hear a sound no one gave a damn if i was there or away if i died and went to hell, they'd throw a party on my grave and they'd all say, "this kid is just a fool, he'll never be cool, they might as well just ship him off to some other school" plain destitute just a little too guilty, just a little too soon that day was just like any other day no work, and no pay i knew that paradise was some other place and i'd get there another day i will find it before i expire cuz i've got the desire well, it was punk-fifteen in the evening and it was time to set the town on fire i saw my boots and my hair, as reflected in the mirror, reveal a streetkid named desire i didn't give a damn because i was just dying to be and as the hollywood street scene left its mark on me i changed from a boy into a man i said "never again!" i stuck out my chin when i should have ran shit in the fan i was driven so hard by the sound of my heart when the walls surround in deeper shades of blue and there's no voice of reason inside you and you search for meaning on an empty shelf then you're always dreaming of somewhere else today is just like any other day no fear, no restraint i know that paradise is some other place and i will get there another day you can come with me, no conditions or fares somehow, somewhere, i will find it before i expire, cuz i've got the desire

WHISPER IN TIME
all those stories that my dad told me, they are just a whisper in time all those things that never came to be, they are just a whisper in time a whisper in time, a whisper in time things that i can't shake from my mind a whisper in time, a whisper in time moments that just flicker and die (memories that flicker and die) all those places i wanted to go, they are just a whisper in time all those friends who now i do not know, they are just a whisper in time maps and roads that brought me here today, they are just a whisper in time circumstances that were explained away, they are just a whisper in time ...we are messengers of memory, just whispers in time

BELIEVE IT
it could happen to you, a defect from the wasted outskirts of los angeles with a crumpled-up pass for the rtd and no authority or trajectory on the brink of insanity you'd better believe it because it's written all over your face just a neighborhood reject, out of step and out of place you'd better believe it would you ever have thought persistence could prevail against the almost unbearable weight of the system? with nothing better to do, and no one else who you can look up to you'd better believe it because it's written all over your face a political defect, out of step and out of place you'd better believe it and the future is bright when ideas run astray so turn out the light, a punk can't have a say sometimes desire is all that's there who said life was fair?

I LOVE MY COMPUTER
i love my computer you make me feel alright every waking hour and every lonely night i love my computer for all you give to me predictable errors and no identity and it's never been quite so easy i've never been quite so happy all i need to do is click on you and we'll be joined in the most soul-less way and we'll never ever ruin each other's day cuz when i'm through i just click and you just go away i love my computer you're always in the mood i get turned on when i turn on you i love my computer you never ask for more you can be a princess or you can be my whore and it's never been quite so easy i've never been quite so happy the world outside is so big but it's safe in my domain because to you i'm just a number and a clever screen name all i need to do is click on you and we'll be together for eternity and no one is ever gonna take my love from me because i've got security, her password and a key

THE HOPELESS HOUSEWIFE
oh me oh my get out of your 1950's fantasy, your face shines with misery transparently spew out that sobering half-assed victim rhetoric make 'em all squirm while they chew on it it's a secret handshake and a passing wink of the eye as the witches bridge club weekly meets to pen the tail on the sly but they never ask "why oh why don't we raise our voices to the sky?" instead you're mute and fawn just waiting to die like some kind of hopeless housewife but you can change while you're alive and let 'em all know at least you tried to kill the demons inside oh me oh my damn your transcendental paralysis, we can work together and make sense of this don't be so sure you can chuck it all away you've got to proceed no matter how bad you want to stay it's a natural cause and a comfort zone there in your head and the world turns away as you tap the snooze button in bed but nobody can hear a word you said your history was never read instead you're mute and fawn just waiting to die like some kind of hopeless housewife but you can change while you're alive and let 'em all know at least you tried to kill the demons inside

THERE WILL BE A WAY
shut your eyes, see the future's distant shore march ahead more enlightened than before and there's sure to be bumps and distractions but i know we'll get through there will be me, there will be you there will be a way unresolved repercussions from your life fortified with the vitriol of strife and you can be gridlocked by predictions, but you're wise grab the prize then revise, realize there will be a way hey... ho and i don't know where we are going but we're here on this ride and we'll stand side by side all along the way follow me to the future's distant shore vagary needn't haunt us anymore and now it's time to set the agenda, learn the past, make it last share the wealth, hold your fire, conserve life, make it right kill the hate, negotiate there will be a way there will be a way there will be a way

LET IT BURN
let your mind wander, look beyond the shadows focus on the skyline, read the silhouettes your deepest desires are a picture of tomorrow all your darkest fears are just a vestige of regret and it's wo-oh oh oh it seems like such a long way to go as obstacles get bigger, prevailing winds blow stronger and the fire continues to grow don't let shallow water limit your perception heed the new horizon, muster to it fast the moments of your yesterdays are in the wake behind you you can't assess the future if you're living in the past keep it stoked! if you are committed to a life of understanding then there's no agenda for vengeance in your life sharpen all your senses, face the opposition you can overcome with fortitude and mental might the fire continues to grow, in your soul so be bold, let it grow don't let it die let it burn!

DON'T SELL ME SHORT
we don't need any more mountains because the trail builders failed to give us passage there so we can't reach the sky we don't need any more failure there is human tragedy that's written everywhere and we are all too young to die like a mystery that's here to stay some people never go away cuz they've got something to say don't sell me short! you've been wrong too long don't brush me off just because i don't belong like it or not i'm all you've got, dispose when i'm shot just don't sell me short, i might not be who you thought we don't need any more fables because the writers have passed and left us lessonless and we must find our own way we don't need any more privilege there is vivid desperation that is powerless that no surplus can repay like the fix of rapture in a trance oh, fates are sealed by circumstance so you've got to take a chance don't sell me short! you've been wrong too long don't brush me off just because i don't belong pass me on by, ignore my cry, forget me when i die just don't sell me short, not while i'm still alive everybody's talking about heaven on earth, i'm still trying to figure out just what i'm worth i'm full of emotion and stuff you can't contain and you just want to flush me down the drain but you can't make me go away

BAD RELIGION / NO SUBSTANCE

1.Hear It
2.Shades of Truth
3.All Fantastic Images
4.The Biggest Killer in American History
5.No Substance
6.Raise Your Voice!
7.Sowing the Seeds of Utopia
8.The Hippy Killers
9.The State Of The End Of The Millennium Address
10.The Voracious March of Godliness
11.Mediocre Minds
12.Victims of the Revolution
13.Strange Denial
14.At The Mercy Of Imbeciles
15.The Same Person
16.In So Many Ways

HEAR IT
like a morning crow and his unwelcome song or a worn-out broken record that keeps skipping along mountains of instructions you keep piling on me resound like a cacophonous symphony but i don't wanna hear it anymore no, i don't wanna hear it anymore let's go! priests and politicians pretend they're your friend and police speak to you like you're children again blanket statements cover you like a rug and they tell me maybe i'm acting a little too smug but i don't wanna hear it anymore no, i don't wanna hear it anymore no more! every day we hear the secrets of life reduced to cheap jokes, poetry, and friendly advice they'd rather see us all pusillanimous absorbent in their chorus of correctness but i don't wanna hear it anymore no, i don't wanna hear it anymore i said, i don't wanna hear it anymore no, i don't wanna hear it anymore

SHADES OF TRUTH
here inside this quiet room there's direction outside in the sultry noon-time reflection a million people scurry they're looking for advice none willing to lend charity, just exercise their shades of truth and partisan conventions shades of truth between disparate lines shades of truth interpret my intentions you don't know i'm alright you don't know i'm alright who authored the blueprints and made us captains? someone proclaimed creation, people listened while children by the millions are thrown into this zoo the so-called gift of clarity! oh what was god up to? shades of truth and lenient conventions shades of truth between disparate lines shades of truth interpret my intentions you don't know i'm alright you don't know i'm alright yeah! so many walk in parallel and pull their blinders tight so few offer apology and accept others' rights and nothing absolutely can be cherished in the end but can't we all accept that it will all happen again? shades of truth just partisan conventions shades of truth between disparate lines shades of truth interpret my intentions you don't know i'm alright you don't know i'm alright just shades of truth and partisan conventions shades of truth between disparate lines shades of truth interpret my intentions you don't know i'm alright you don't know i'm alright

ALL FANTASTIC IMAGES
england seemed like such a beautiful place from afar until one day i saw how miserable things really are all fantastic images they only are apparent propagated just by hope and desire to share it beauty was the allure that brought me close to you loneliness was the bond that made me stick like glue all fantastic images they only are apparent promoted by desperate hope that things are somewhere better i don't have a thing against fantasy but to chase it down just doesn't make sense to me if your only hope is simply peace and love you end up discarding most of what you're made of what you're made of... all fantastic images they only are apparent promoted by desperate hope that things are somewhere better

THE BIGGEST KILLER IN AMERICAN HISTORY
k..k..k..killer (2x) you have got your stranglers and prowlers in soft shoes furniture makers, carpenters too bombers and commandos, all with some lost cause disgruntled workers, immersed in "veritas" but stealthily, in the land of the free, it's lurking right there most are unaware of the biggest killer in american history (4x) and god shed his grace on thee business institutions, universities both are quite the circus when the killer wants his way i think of edward teller and his moribund reprise then i look to nevada and i can't believe my eyes it's time for him to die! most cannot remember minutia learned in school it's not there on the blackboard, it's what they don't tell you we have got a problem, it starts and ends right here it can be defeated but you've got to face your fear we'll join and unite and steady our sight then we'll put it right 'cuz it's time to fight the biggest killer in american history (4x) and god shed his grace on thee

NO SUBSTANCE
history doesn't make something right consensus is not a fact-based exercise you're tied and bound to this self-indulgent enterprise we call america a brush with a star, a token of love a name in the sand, enough is enough a diet of air, a face on the net a fish in your palm, your television set once you convince yourself the universe falls into place you've got your ideas and your posse of friends you all make up rules and the fun never ends but still there's a problem, leaves you gasping for air you look for some meaning, blank smiles are all that's there and still water stales a soft summer breeze you cling to your hopes while you drop to your knees there's no substance!(2x) once you convince yourself the universe falls into place you've got your ideas and your posse of friends you all make up rules and the fun never ends but still there's a problem, leaves you gasping for air you look for some meaning, blank smiles are all that's there and still water stales a soft summer breeze you cling to your hopes while you drop to your knees there's no substance!(2x)

RAISE YOUR VOICE
fa fa fafa fa fa fafa raise your voice! (4x) don't be played like someone else's board game don't be classed out like some desperate redoubt don't be misled you've got a lot on your head and nobody's gonna pay attention when you are dead so... fa fa fafa fa fa fafa raise your voice! (4x) it's the primary rule, you gotta wanna be fooled it's our daunted restraint that keeps us silent in shame it's our nature to be adversarial and free our evolution didn't hinge on passivity so... fa fa fafa fa fa fafa raise your voice! (10x)

SOWING THE SEEDS OF UTOPIA
we all know politicians only go just halfway there just halfway there the innocence of youth needs protection not abuse but no one seems to care yet no one seems to care and you sit there and watch the world go around from your pseudo-benevolent vantage point while we who've been left to pick up after you try our best to make some sense for those who come next now what have you done to foster the truth besides just hide the lies? besides just hide the lies? a selfish campaign never justifies the gain but the means are verified yeah the means are verified and you sit there and insist you are right! from your popular psychological podium while those who rely and depend on you they wilt because you don't accept we need each other while sowing the seeds of utopia you invoked a convenient amnesia you forgot how to care, you forgot how to provide you forgot how to work toward a meaningful life

THE HIPPY KILLERS
our apocalypse 1981 teenage vagrants looking for some fun a renewed promise of prosperity a vulgar platform for the world to see we were... the hippy killers (4x) busted refuse from broken homes pocked flesh and malacious bones creatures sustained by desire, heart, and soul nothing to leave and nowhere to go we were... the hippy killers (4x) the hippy killers (8x) good days during horrible times overused bodies, neglected minds shoulder to shoulder we formed as one the next miserable generation we were... the hippy killers (4x)

THE STATE OF THE END OF THE MILLENNIUM ADDRESS
neighbors, nobody loves you like we do. neighbors, your government has triumphed in finally making you a public fit for the 21st century. never before has a governing body shown so much concern for the economic well-being of its subjects. today we have insulated you from countless factions who threaten your financial viability; such as the poor; the idealistic foreigners still clinging to their childish notions of social welfare; why, you're even kept uninformed of useless propagandist journalism that reports alleged violations of human rights (we all know they wouldn't have been punished if they hadn't been doing something wrong!!). and who better to dispense such blatantly evident factoids but a self-appointed authority like myself? acid rain is a thing of the past.... too many possible causes, too little significance for our modern thinking public, besides industrial manufacturing is at an all-time low anyway, who needs those narrow minded laborers, too many mouths to feed, hehe, and too much burden on the payroll! who needs 'em here in the land of the free time. some other ass-backward country will give us what we need by exploiting its uneducated children anyway. the internet has expanded our ability to pacify average americans better than ever by offering fantastical adventures to every corner of the imagination. your home office is the window to your world, and the heart of your social life. such reclusive behavior helps clear the roads and public works from overburden like the lower middle class and others who depend shamelessly on their government. today you are freer than ever to do what you want, provided you can pay for it! remember, the first word in usa is us! we have arrived, neighbors, we are the privileged elite!

THE VORACIOUS MARCH OF GODLINESS
since the start of the 17th century there's been the scent of unseasoned wood burning in the air and the conquest of nature meant nothing at all while we betray exception we take all that's there but motives are translucent in the reflection of shame the actions ghostly remnants of our ancestral ways and unwittingly you just take your place in this parade the voracious march of godliness makes us all the same anyway all the same... since the dawn of our human family there's been concentrated sepsis blowing in the breeze and we turned on each other with ferocity desperation, forced, without reprieve but the missions were misguided and the trammeled led astray the air resounds with thunder as the victor seized the day and the haunting voice of history lives ignored but not betrayed the voracious march of godliness will get us close to heaven one day some day... the voracious march of godliness (6x) the voracious march of godliness makes us all the same anyway all the same...

MEDIOCRE MINDS
look around the country, an abundance you'll find of mediocre minds sift through the fodder as sane justice declines because of mediocre minds shrouded under cover, the most flamboyant guise hides a mediocre mind you got yours but you can never bend mine with your mediocre minds when they cry foul you had better watch out because you never know which aptitude they're griping about don't act too smart for their stenoscopic ways you'll be discarded away reason's not to be what the privileged define with their mediocre minds so many sighted people are so helplessly blind from their mediocre minds if you want attention then you'll be asked to bend but the surest insurrection is enlightenment then you can live outside inharmoniously without friends and enemy they wanna keep me locked away cuz i've an overactive brain leaders, presidents and the nightly news guys cater to mediocre minds reason's not to be what the privileged define with their mediocre minds you got yours but you can never bend mine with your mediocre minds the only natural thing that i really despise are the mediocre minds mediocre minds! (2x)

VICTIMS OF THE REVOLUTION
what will prove to be our big mistake? short sighted arrogance all for what sake? our families to ashes, our ambition to dust our progeny in silence thinking "what about us?" but don't forget the dance of neglect the march for empowering prosperity the pain from loss and want for mere lucidity just maternal residue, and i was there too and maybe so were you when something is won it comes with sacrifice it's there beneath the joy, the glory and pride rarely it's acknowledged but in positive light consciously omitting the losers' plight but don't forget the dance of neglect the craving for community that never was met the longing for status and the overture of regret with no one to deter, pathetically unsure forgetting who they were just maternal residue, and i was there too and maybe so were you

STRANGE DENIAL
a mutinous enemy carved a nascent country sweat, blood and valor forms the grit of our history bequeathed to everyone: chance and free expression substance was restrained and the spirit was broken i feel a strange denial rhythmic as change constant as time lonely insistent whispers somber as a wave bye bye searching for solution, without constitution blackcoats by our sides promising salvation advocating dogma as tickets to hereafter mortals in their prime with their desperate hands in the air daunting complex and burning rhythmic as change constant as time conflicts, craving approval weighted as a murder trial oh, i feel a strange denial correct is consensus everything else, nonsense forward is the hope forget recompense peace and tranquility is only for the wealthy dearth for the masses and inequality i feel a strange denial rhythmic as change constant as time lonely insistent whispers dissipating in the night like a lone forgotten light and no one is helping me it's a strange denial

AT THE MERCY OF IMBECILES
what you do is what you are and wishing upon distant stars won't improve the hole you're in and won't absolve your deepest sin but action is no gift from some covert and lofty god it's dependent and weighty all the same and it's oh so easy just to keep to yourself then you're at the mercy of imbeciles now i didn't make up the rules but clearly we are led by fools it is wise to know their ways so you know how not to behave but sometimes we find ourselves in desperate need and we look to those of privilege and power it's then we learn compassion sits inert upon their shelves and we're at the mercy of imbeciles no action is no gift from some masked spirit in the sky it's reducible to flesh, mind and bone and it's oh so easy just to keep to yourself but then you're at the mercy of imbeciles imbeciles (3x)

THE SAME PERSON
you want prosperity for yourself but not for me somehow you just can't see we're in this collectively you think that freedom is a drastic severence from your past relations, just a quest for new bargains we're not the same person we're not the same person (don't you ever wanna know) wooohhh don't need no good advice nor shoddy merchandise i'm the suspect device, beaten down, unable to strike we're not the same person we're not the same person (don't you ever wanna know) wooohhh and the sun comes over us again we lament, we pine, and we rescind and we ask for understanding but aren't we the stingy ones indeed when it's needed from us in the end? we watch the days go by, compete and then we die so few ever ask why but so many just abuse the design we're not the same person we're not the same person (don't you ever wanna know) wooohhh we're not the same person we're not the same person (don't you ever wanna know) wooohhh

IN SO MANY WAYS
i can see the shadows on the wall drifting as the leaves start to fall unfazed by rugosity, the objects yield to gravity and depict the destiny of us all no one really knows why we die no one gets a break so we try ignoring mortality, we worship mediocrity and wait to see what happens up on high in so many ways we live to follow the sun in so many ways we exalt and fail as one in so many ways we want so bad to be done in so many ways we show our pain in unison unison (2x) something in you is busy counting days catapulting you through the haze blind to virtuosity, ignorant of your sanctity revealing you in so many ways in so many ways we live to follow the sun in so many ways we tend to rise and fall as one in so many ways we want so bad to be done in so many ways we show our pain in unison unison (2x) in so many ways we live to follow the sun in so many ways we exalt and fail as one in so many ways we want so bad to be done in so many ways we show our pain in unison unison (2x)

BAD RELIGION / TESTED

1.Operation Rescue
2.Punk Rock Song
3.Tomorrow
4.A Walk
5.God Song
6.Pity The Dead
7.One Thousand More Fools
8.Drunk Sincerity
9.Generator
10.Change Of Ideas
11.Portrait Of Authority
12.What It Is
13.Dream Of Unity
14.Sanity
15.American Jesus
16.Do What You Want
17.Part iii
18.10 In 2010
19.No Direction
20.Along The Way
21.Recipe For Hate
22.Fuck Armageddon
23.It's Reciprocal
24.Struck A Nerve
25.Leave Mine To Me
26.Tested
27.No Control

OPERATION RESCUE
it's an s.o.s sent out telepathically, signs of our distress don't allow complacency, we need restoration now of our integrity and a drastic bold reminder of our morality, the rectifying troop is here, the ones we have needed all these years to stop the heinous wrongdoings and verify our moral benevolence as a people, operation rescue, they're here to right our fall, they have heard a troubled call, operation rescue, you may wonder where they come from, but i just wonder why they're here at all, life ever-after is what they're in business for, see them brandish the key to their kingdoms door, it's persuasive, it's a part of you and me but it's not overwhelming as they wish it to be, if no one believed in fairy tales there would be nothing they could do but fail yet everywhere we look someone is trying to reassure our moral benevolence as a people, operation rescue..... you may wonder where they come from, but i just wonder what compels them all

PUNK ROCK SONG
have you been to the desert? have you walked with the dead? there's a hundred thousand children being killed for their bread and the figures don't lie they speak of human disease but we do what we want and we think what we please have you lived the experience? have you witnessed the plague? people making babies sometimes just to escape in this land of competition the compassion is gone yet we ignore the needy and we keep pushing on we keep pushing on this is just a punk rock song written for the people who can see something's wrong like ants in a colony we do our share but there's so many other fuckin' insects out there and this is just a punk rock song (like workers in a company we do our share but there's so many other fuckin' robots out there) have you visited the quagmire? have you swam in the shit? the party conventions and the real politik the faces always different, the rhetoric the same but we swallow it, and we see nothing change nothing has changed... 10 million dollars on a losing campaign 20 million starving and writhing in pain big strong people unwilling to give small in vision and perspective one in five kids below the poverty line one population runnin' out of time

TOMORROW
every day we profit so, leaning towards the great unknown, asking how it pertains to tomorrow aim for places we've not been, trample paths that go between, yesterdays foundations and tomorrow it's the way they say it's got to be, we spear ahead and forge our destiny, who do they represent?, who do you believe?, make a sound decision for others to heed try to set a faster pace, try to build a master race, one that will make a contribution to tomorrow it's the way they say it's got to be, we put aside our fears and make history, the clothes are in the dryer and the writing is on the wall we're doing everything we can stop this fall everyday we profit so, leaning towards the great unknown

A WALK
i'm going for a walk not the after dinner kind i'm gonna use my hands and i'm gonna use my mind and who the hell are you to tell me what to do? you can't even tie your own haggard shoes your closet is a mess, and your backyard's falling down and i have no grand ideas or intentions of sticking around i'm gonna build a world independant and exempt all alone i'll be an empire with no mortgage and no rent and i don't need to live in your stinking zoo you can't even feed the animals donated to you your storage sheds are ramshackled, flies decorate the walls and you expect me to die here in this shit-filled tiny stall? and i know you're watching! everything i do call me threat to your children call me socially unglued call me master of insanity, unable to relate call me lazy, bane, and filthy call me monstrous reprobate i'm going for a walk and there's nothing you can do 'cuz i don't have to live like you so i'm going for a walk

GOD SONG
and did those feet in ancient times trod america's pastures of green? and did that anthropocentric god wane with their thoughts and beliefs all unseen? i don't think so, he's up there with the others lying low, vying with those who you've traded your life to bless your soul, and have they told you how to think, cleansed your mind of sepsis and autonomy? or have you escaped scrutiny, and regaled yourself with depravity? now we all see, "religion is just synthetic frippery, unnecessary in our expanding global culture efficiency" and don't you fear this impasse we have built to our future? ever so near, and oh so austere

PITY THE DEAD
there's a boy in crimson rags with a grimace and a spoon, and a little sullen girl face-up staring at the moon and there's no one around to hear their lonesome cries then they pass away alone into the night why do we pity the dead? are you churned by emotion from voices in your head? (are you scared of the logic that swirls within your head) look at all the living and you'll ask yourself why oh why do we pity the dead? pity the dead! well, you've seen the disease, suffering and decay, and you whisper to yourself blissfully "it's okay" and you still refuse the possibility that the dead are better off than we tell me what you see, tell me what you know is there anyone who lives a painless life? if there is show me so the destitute and famished, demonic and the banished, dejected and the ostracized, the brainwashed and the paralyzed, the conquered and objectified, the few who see the other side tell me what you see! it's a mortal wretched cacophony in the end you may find there's no guiding subtle light, no ancestors or friends, no judge of wrong or right just eternal silence and dormancy and a final everlasting peace

1000 MORE FOOLS
i heard them say that the meek shall reign on earth, phantasmal myriads of sane bucolic, i've seen the rapture in a starving baby's eyes, inchoate beatitude, the lord of the flies, so what does it mean when your mind starts to stray? kaleidoscopic images of love on the way, brother you'd better get down on your knees and pay, 1000 more fools are being born every fucking day, they try to tell me that the lamb is on the way, with microwave transmissions they bombard us every day, the masses are obsequious, contented in their sleep, the vortex of their minds ensconced within the murky deep

DRUNK SINCERITY
the smell of virgin pages wafted through the swinging doors and the croaking speech he'd heard from countries counsellors before they said "we all care for you, we know how you suffer but i know you can succeed, i used to have it so much rougher" there's hope in the words and emotion in the eyes it's so easy to be misled by the savvy gentle guise and like fools we trust the delivery but it's all just drunk sincerity in maternal family assembly poised regarding the blue tube the numbers crept up higher and the hawks stayed out of view then the generals said "we don't want our boys dead your sons and your husbands will be coming back heroes soon" with steam, heat, and rhythm in the back seat of the car and adolescent perspective projecting life's forecast to the stars you heard love from the lips and you were rapt by the hips and the promise was eternal but you couldn't see that far

GENERATOR
like a rock, like a planet, like a fucking atom bomb, i'll remain unperturbed by the joy and the madness that i encounter everywhere i turn, i've seen it all before, in books and magazines, like a twitch before dying, like a pornographic sea, there's a flower behind the window, there's an ugly laughing man, like a hummingbird in silence, like the blood on my door, it's the generator oh yeah, oh yeah, like the blood on my door, wash me clean and i will run until i reach the shore, i've known it all along like the bone under my skin, like actors in a photograph, like paper in the wind, there's a hammer by the window, there's a knife on the floor, like turbines in darkness, like the blood on my door, it's the generator

CHANGE OF IDEAS
well the sheaves have all been brought, but the fields have washed away, and the palaces now stand where the coffins all were laid, and the times we see ahead we must glaze with rosy hues for we don't wish to admit what it is we have to lose millennia in coming, the modern age is here, it sanctifies the future yet renders us with fear, so many theories, so many prophecies, what we do need is a change of ideas, when we're scared, we can hide in our reveries, but what we need is a change of ideas, change of ideas, change of ideas, what we need now is a change of ideas

PORTRAIT OF AUTHORITY
nothing more, nothing less, an icon on the wall, decoration and duress, that which many strive to be, it's the marble statue standing over me, and nobody has the will to tear it down, it determines wrong and right, but to me it's just a stereotype and it makes us lose our sight the portrait of authority, you tell me that's what i'm supposed to be (it embodies what he cannot be) another time, another man, an oppressive intrusion and a plague across his land, and it haunts him every day, it tells him he has no chance his hopes just fades away, and he lives his life prepared to tear it down, but he can't muster the support, and to him it's just a stereotype of his life-long fight

WHAT IT IS
there's a purpose, there's a goal, there's a virtuos, and immoral, there's a reason for all of this, and i don't know what it is i am one, and plural too, i accept them but they exclude, i could make sense of all of this, but i don't know what it is the seeds of inspiration never germinated in my mind, the beacon of awakening is somewhere that i can't find, so i don't know what it is there's a beginning, and there's an end, there's a climax, some would contend, there's a way to signify this, but i don't know what it is

DREAM OF UNITY
i had a dream of unity where we would walk side by side but today i see that it's only me just tryin' to get by sometimes we strive undeterred to walk as one toward our goals but as people stray toward more selfish ways we see we have no control i had a dream of unity where we would walk side by side but today i see that it's only me just tryin' to get by just tryin' to get by

SANITY
there's a watch in my pocket and its hands are broken, the face is blank but the gears are turning, confusion is a fundamental state of mind, it doesn't really matter what i'm figuring out, i'm guaranteed to wind up in a state of doubt, and sanity is a full-time job, in a world that's always changing, and sanity is a state of mind that you believe in, sanity there's a shadow on the wall where the paint is peeling, my body's moving forward but my mind is reeling, depression is a fundamental state of being, it doesn't really matter how my day has turned out, i always end up living in this world of doubt

AMERICAN JESUS
i don't need to be a global citizen, because i'm blessed by nationality, i'm a member of a growing populace, we enforce our popularity there are things that seem to pull us under and there are things that drag us down, but there's a power and a vital presence that's lurking all around we've got the american jesus see him on the interstate, we've got the american jesus he helped build the president's estate i feel sorry for the earth's population 'cuz so few live in the u.s.a, at least the foreigners can copy our morality, they can visit but they cannot stay, only precious few can garner the prosperity, it makes us walk with renewed confidence, we've got a place to go when we die and the architect resides right here we've got the american jesus bolstering national faith we've got the american jesus overwhelming millions every day he's the farmer barren fields, (in god) the force the army wields, (we trust) the expression in the faces of the starving millions, (because he's one of us) the power of the man (break down) he's the fuel that drives the clan, (cave in) he's the motive and the conscience of the murderer (we can redeem your sins) he's the preacher on tv, (strong heart) the false sincerity, (clear mind) the form letters that written by the big computers, (and infinitely kind) he's the nuclear bombs, (you lose) and the kids with no moms (we win) and i'm fearful that he's inside me (he is our champion)

DO WHAT YOU WANT
hey, do what you want, but don't do it around me idleness and dissipation breed apathy, i sit on my ass all god damn day a misanthropic anthropoid with nothing to, say what you must, do all you can, break all the fucking rules and go to hell with superman and die like a champion hey, i don't know if the billions will survive, but i'll believe in god when one and one are five my moniker is man and i'm rotten to the core i'll tear down the building just to pass thru the door

PART III
the final page is written in the books of history, as man unleashed his deadly bombs and sent troops overseas to fight a war which can't be won and kills the human race, a show of greed and ignorance, man's quest for dominance. they say when a mistake is made, a lesson can be learned. but this time, there's no turning back, the hate engulfs the world. a million lives are lost each day, a city slowly burns, a mother holds her dying child, but no one is concerned! they say when a mistake is made, a lesson can be learned. but this time, there's no turning back, the hate engulfs the world. a million lives are lost each day, a city slowly burns, a mother holds her dying child, but no one is concerned!

10 IN 2010
parched, cracked mouths, empty swollen guts sun-baked pavement encroaches on us haves and have-nots together at last brutally engaged in mortal combat 10 in 2010 what kind of god orchestrates such a thing? 10 in 2010 ten billion people all suffering 10 in 2010 truth is not an issue just hungry mouths to feed 10 in 2010 forget what you want, scrounge the things you need happy and content it can't happen to you 10 in 2010 fifteen years we'll think of a solution 10 in 2010 it won't just appear in one day 10 in 2010 for ten in twenty-ten we're well on our way like piercing ear darts, i heard the news today 10 in 2010 10 billion people...coming your way

NO DIRECTION
a sullen figure walks along a dusty road, his life was holy and he couldn't bear the load, he left his people and simple life behind, he raised his torso and looked into the sky, shouting his questions, looking for directions, "what do i do now?" now a confused schoolgirl stares at the t.v. tray, the stresses of maturing compound every day, she glances up to see her favorite video, and gets ideas from madonna's nasty clothes, in need of affection, she craves a direction, her heroes offer her, everyone's looking for something, and they assume somebody else knows what it is, no one can live without the decisions of their own, it seems so they look to someone else, to tell them what to do, tell'em what to wear, tell'em what to say, tell'em how to act and think and compel others compulsively until the world is all like them a righteous student came and asked me to reflect, he judged my lifestyle was politically incorrect, i don't believe in self important folks who preach, no bad religion song can make your life complete, prepare for rejection, you'll get no direction from me, you'll get no direction from me

ALONG THE WAY
i refuse to abuse what is kind to the muse, but it's there and it's happening to me along the way. as we go through the snow, we cannot forget our foes, but the dinner's always waiting at the table 'long the way, yeah. what you see, not for me, isn't what you planned to be, but you'll have what you wanted in the end along the way. and we'll try as we cry and our brothers pass us by, to be strong through the ages of our tears along the way, yeah. now we grow as we show that the morals we must know will be shapen and mistaken by the falls along the way. but forget, don't regret, to find love and happiness unless you're willing to be strong when they are gone along the way. like tommy, you are free, and you will not follow me, until we see each other once more on the path along the way.

RECIPE FOR HATE
can't you feel it, can't you see it the promise of prosperity, it's overwhelming you and me it afflicts us like a disease, ubiquitous compelling too we cling to you like crazy glue, and inject such a potent seed it's best for all humanity, the spread of culture, the sword of progress, the vector of suffrage a warm and septic breeze, the pomp and elation, the duty and vocation, the blood of the hybrid it's just a recipe re-living our ancestry the frightful lack of harmony, our fore-fathers who led the way, their victims are still here today, now it's time to erase the story of our bogus fate, our history as it's portrayed it's just a recipe for hate

FUCK ARMAGEDDON
there's people out there that say i'm no good, 'cause i don't believe the things that i should, and when the final conflict comes, i'll be so sorry i did wrong, and hope and pray that our lord god will think i'm good. countries manufacture bombs and guns to kill your brother for something that he hasn't even done. smog is ruining my lungs, but they aren't sorry they've done wrong, they hide behind their lies that they're helping everyone. in the end the good will go to heaven up above, the bad will perish in the depths of hell how can hell be any worse when life alone is such a curse? fuck armageddon, this is hell we're living in the denoument of the battle's gripping awe, so what's the use of being good to satisfy them all? how could hell be any worse? 'cisco is such a curse! fuck armageddon, this is hell

IT'S RECIPROCAL
hoarding turns allure to discontent altruism's a grind all it's own morning makes you know your in a cell but love is just as pure as you both because it's reciprocal, it's reciprocal it's reciprocal, it's reciprocal when true love is metaphysical venal desires we learn to beset you and me we've got a special thing but i want you to never forget it's reciprocal, it's reciprocal it's reciprocal, it's reciprocal each bedtime i stir with regret guilty and vain, hoping for retribution charity's immune from my demands i don't expect a thing from the weak but you my love are measured and compared predisposed to my profane decree it's reciprocal, it's reciprocal it's reciprocal, it's reciprocal

STRUCK A NERVE
there's an old man on a city bus holding a candy cane, and it isn't even christmas, he sees a note in the obituary that his last friend has died, there's an infant clinging to his overweight mother as they go to shop for cigarettes, and she spends her last dollar for a bottle of vodka for tonight and i guess it struck a nerve, like i had to squint my eyes, you can never get out of the line of sight, like a barren winter day, or a patch of unburned green, like a tragic real dream, i guess it struck a nerve every day i wander in negative disposition, as i'm bombarded by superlatives, realizing very well that i'm not alone, introverted i look to tomorrow for salvation, but i'm thinking altruistically, and a wave of overwhelming doubt turns me to stone and i guess it struck a nerve, sent a murmur through my heart, we just haven't got time to crack the maze, like a magic speeding clock, or a cancer in our cells, a collision in the dark, i guess it struck a nerve i try to close my eyes, but i cannot ignore the stimuli, if there's a purpose for us all it remains a secret to me, don't ask me to justify my life

LEAVE MINE TO ME
there are desperate times upon us, there are codes of white and black, political resentment and people start to crack, there's hate and opposition, there's fumbling dialog, yet you sit there and judge me and you think it makes a difference if you think i'm all alone you are foolishly wrong, there's an entire army who blindly follow along, and you happen to be one of them believe it or not, even though you try not to be we are of the same plague the other ways we're taught to fear, don't even scratch the surface of the problem here, i'm not blind, and i'm not scared, so many crucial factors exist out there, and we're but one, and they're bout two, and how we come to terms will help us pull through things cannot change too fast, it took us this much time, to reach our current platform and walk this fragile line, if i thought i'd make a difference i'd kill myself today, but so many are like me lost in the fray you create your own reality, and leave mine to me

TESTED
they say there's a place free of trouble and care and you have to pass a test for to make it there it has something to do with the road that's straight and narrow and the only way to go it is by being being right and thorough there's always one more hill to climb there's always one more hill to climb bombarded by multiple choices 24/7 navigating a tangled web of logic and passion guided by subconscious voices, astute and sharpened tested, tested often times we may be wonder what we're supposed to do stand and deliver or see the conflict through and as we long and proceed to build our castles in the sky our plans get confounded and determination dies there's no preparation and no guide just what you've done before here with your life bombarded by multiple choices 24/7 navigating a tangled web of logic and passion guided by subconscious voices, astute and sharpened tested, tested oh oh oh acting on will, the test is the reaction opening your heart, the test is the emotion rolling the dice, the test is the agility burning out your mind, the test is the recovery watch-o! you can play by the rules or bend them to your knees but the test isn't over til you reach your dark eternal sleep there are no absolutes, no big wheels in the sky you don't have to be first just gotta somehow get by yeah bombarded by multiple choices 24/7 navigating a tangled web of logic and passion guided by subconscious voices astute and sharpened tested, tested

NO CONTROL
culture was the seed of proliferation but it has gotten melded into an inharmonic whole, consciousness has plagued us and we can not shake it, though we think we're in control questions that besiege us in life are testament of our helplessness, there's no vestige of a beginning, no prospect of an end (hutton, 1795), when we all disintegrate it will all happen again, time is so rock solid in the minds of the hoards but they can't explain why it should slip away, history and future are the comforts of our curiosity but here we are rooted in the present day if you came to conquer you'll be king for a day, but you too will deteriorate and quickly fade away, and believe these words you hear when you think your path is clear.... we have no control, we do not understand, you have no control, you are not in command

THE GRAY RACE

1.The Gray Race
2.Them And Us
3.A Walk
4.Parallel
5.Punk Rock Song
6.Empty Causes
7.Nobody Listens
8.Pity The Dead
9.Spirit Shine
10.The Streets Of America
11.Ten in 2010
12.Victory
13.Drunk Sincerity
14.Come Join Us
15.Cease

THE GRAY RACE
the framework of the world is black and white the infrastructure builders flex their might turning true emotion into digital expression one by one we all fall down the gray race shrivels trapped inside the world it creates it's black and white the perpetual destructive motion machine began to chart a course never before seen turning raw compassion into fields of plus and minus one by one we all give in the gray race shrivels trapped inside the world it creates it's black and white i'd swear there were times when i was someone else a person with determination and knowledge of the self but you flattened me to rubble and now i can see that i'm just faded negative of the image i used to be and that's our dilemma

THEM AND US
despite that he saw blatant similarity he struggled to find a distinctive moiety all he found was vulgar superficiality but he focused it to sharpness and shared it with the others it signified his anger and misery them and us lobbying determined through a mire of disbelievers them and us dire perpetuation and incongruous insistence that there really is a difference between them and us hate is a simple manifestation of the deep-seated self-directed frustration all it does is promote fear and consternation it's the inability to justify the enemy and it fills us all with trepidation them and us bending the significance to match a whimsied fable them and us tumult for the ignorant and purpose for the violence a confused loose alliance forming them and us i heard him say we can take them all (but he didn't know who they were, and he didn't know who we were. and there wasn't any reason or motive, or value, to his story, just allegory, imitation glory, and a desperate feeble search for a friend)

A WALK
i'm going for a walk not the after dinner kind i'm gonna use my hands and i'm gonna use my mind and who the hell are you to tell me what to do? you can't even tie your own haggard shoes your closet is a mess, and your backyard's falling down and i have no grand ideas or intentions of sticking around i'm gonna build a world independent and exempt all alone i'll be an empire with no mortgage and no rent and i don't need to live in your stinking zoo you can't even feed the animals donated to you your storage sheds are ramshackled, flies decorate the walls and you expect me to die here in this shit-filled tiny stall? and i know you're watching! everything i do call me threat to your children call me socially unglued call me master of insanity, unable to relate call me lazy, bane, and filthy call me monstrous reprobate i'm going for a walk and there's nothing you can do 'cuz i don't have to live like you so i'm going for a walk

PARALLEL
sleeping on a time bomb, staring into space there's an ocean of unpleasantries we are not prepared to face sitting on the fence post to watch the storm roll in and terrified of the damage it will bring when it begins it will begin splintered dreams of unity (our lives are parallel) so far from reality (our lives are parallel) independent trajectories (our lives are parallel) separate terms of equality (our lives are parallel) our lives are parallel is there no redemption? no common good? is there nothing we can do for ourselves? or only what we should? comes the hard admission of what we don't provide goes the insistence on the ways and means that so divide they so divide side by side suffering loneliness (our lives are parallel) phoney collective progress (our lives are parallel) accepting that it's all such a mess (our lives are parallel) gesturing without hope of redress (our lives are parallel) our lives are parallel forging little plays of deception and pain as we watch our foundation crumble away staggering like birds against a hurricane and trying all the while to stay out of each other's way broken dreams of unity (our lives are parallel) independent trajectories (our lives are parallel) screaming out for understanding (our lives are parallel) turning inward and suffering (our lives are parallel)

PUNK ROCK SONG
have you been to the desert? have you walked with the dead? there's a hundred thousand children being killed for their bread and the figures don't lie they speak of human disease but we do what we want and we think what we please have you lived the experience? have you witnessed the plague? people making babies sometimes just to escape in this land of competition the compassion is gone yet we ignore the needy and we keep pushing on we keep pushing on this is just a punk rock song written for the people who can see something's wrong like ants in a colony we do our share but there's so many other fuckin' insects out there and this is just a punk rock song (like workers in a company we do our share but there's so many other fuckin' robots out there) have you visited the quagmire? have you swam in the shit? the party conventions and the real politik the faces always different, the rhetoric the same but we swallow it, and we see nothing change nothing has changed... 10 million dollars on a losing campaign 20 million starving and writhing in pain big strong people unwilling to give small in vision and perspective one in five kids below the poverty line one population runnin' out of time

EMPTY CAUSES
everywhere you looked there was confusion, violence, drama and drugs so many righteous revolutionaries spouting utopian love everyone shrouded in purple haze then one day they woke up from their dream state they found themselves no more at peace than before older, meek, and conformed empty causes a bluster for the soul, a fix for their mind empty causes cling to everything you find well, the shots rang out like popcorn and the chief was hit and rushed out of sight the mohawk-chain, leather brigade rejoiced maliciously on that night someone cried out "fuck the government" his mates couldn't define what he meant so no one gave him the time of day and the scene died away empty causes a war for the body, an army in the mind empty causes losing steam as time goes by could it be that everybody selfishly desires their own personal retinue and that causes are just manifestations of too much time and far to little to do empty causes direction for the soul, conviction for the mind empty causes cling to everything you find empty causes you've got yours and i've got mine

NOBODY LISTENS
hey mister, don't point at me you shout rhetoric nonsense like a pavlovian model responding to his questions hey teacher, arrogance is bliss you spend your time turning water into life as if you were god's foreman is it any wonder things seem so awry? the masses are cloaked in confusion? we don't have to think to survive so nobody listens hey recluse, don't shout at me you proclaim yourself expert by extensions of the methods detailed in your magazines hey downer, don't prey on me we've all got bum raps that torment us day to day that we hoist on our own shoulders is it any wonder people pass you by? your plea for understanding is heard as desperate lies? nobody listens i can't help you... is it any wonder things are so inane? so many quests for compassion are just for someone's personal gain so nobody listens to you

PITY THE DEAD
there's a boy in crimson rags with a grimace and a spoon, and a little sullen girl face-up staring at the moon and there's no one around to hear their lonesome cries then they pass away alone into the night why do we pity the dead? are you churned by emotion from voices in your head? (are you scared of the logic that swirls within your head) look at all the living and you'll ask yourself why oh why do we pity the dead? pity the dead! well, you've seen the disease, suffering and decay, and you whisper to yourself blissfully "it's okay" and you still refuse the possibility that the dead are better off than we tell me what you see, tell me what you know is there anyone who lives a painless life? if there is show me so the destitute and famished, demonic and the banished, dejected and the ostracized, the brainwashed and the paralyzed, the conquered and objectified, the few who see the other side tell me what you see! it's a mortal wretched cacophony in the end you may find there's no guiding subtle light, no ancestors or friends, no judge of wrong or right just eternal silence and dormancy and a final everlasting peace

SPIRIT SHRINE
shed a tear for the criminal, give him something to believe light a fire for the miserable, give the darkness some meaning closed wounds harbor pestilence, when you lick them from within charity has a redolence chastity cannot rescind spirit shine, it's a sign of a troubled mind (tortured mind) spirit shine all the time can render you blind you can take it all to heart or throw it all away you can give until you're dry and sucked of all your gleam you can fake another cry and compromise your dream cling tight to the parable - let it dominate your life create a god who's infallible - give your leader some respite clouds wounds harbor pestilence - when you lick them from within rosy smiles lose their radiance - when you take it on the chin

THE STREETS OF AMERICA
desolate and without purpose radiating from so many septic sources forming the fabric of a wayward people disappearing as the vestiges of our past scratched like tartan into virgin soil a substrate for progress and disarray a spreading network of broken dreams searching for a thoroughfare to take us away just a little tale from the streets of america (say a little prayer) sparkled promises paved with pathos and hysteria trenchant, weary native sons step back and see the damage done meander to the horizon (shoot straight to the horizon) the streets of america black, tarred concrete pine for me lying dormant for you and country hardened surface cracked within catch the sweat from off the chin of men and women senior and child who look to you and your sterile miles and in their stares is bald dismay for what you promised led them astray hard-cracked, daunting, lifeless veins false hope corridors to greener pastures is all that remains

TEN IN 2010
parched, cracked mouths, empty swollen guts sun-baked pavement encroaches on us haves and have-nots together at last brutally engaged in mortal combat 10 in 2010 what kind of god orchestrates such a thing? 10 in 2010 ten billion people all suffering 10 in 2010 truth is not an issue just hungry mouths to feed 10 in 2010 forget what you want, scrounge the things you need happy and content it can't happen to you 10 in 2010 fifteen years we'll think of a solution 10 in 2010 it won't just appear in one day 10 in 2010 for ten in twenty-ten we're well on our way like piercing ear darts, i heard the news today 10 in 2010 10 billion people...coming your way

VICTORY
the velveteen and oaken soothed the lonely child the parents watched the escort take him while they stood outside the priest was kind and gentle as he positioned his head the pain was like brimstone, but the kid hardly bled victory instinct over intellect victory it erupts from deep inside history history is laughing at us plotting its discovery victory, victory blame it on the victory among the parade crowd there stands a decorated man remembering how he helped to save this sacred land his helpless enemy was wounded, both hands raised with hope he killed him without second thought, with brute force and a rope so many times, so many lives test the other side waiting to see what the maker has in mind the unsuspecting commoners hum diligent each day they wallow in their father's sins, as time passes away the crimes are without motive but they ignore all restraint the evil sits inside them torpid timing its escape

DRUNK SINCERITY
the smell of virgin pages wafted through the swinging doors and the croaking speech he'd heard from countries counsellors before they said "we all care for you, we know how you suffer but i know you can succeed, i used to have it so much rougher" there's hope in the words and emotion in the eyes it's so easy to be misled by the savvy gentle guise and like fools we trust the delivery but it's all just drunk sincerity in maternal family assembly poised regarding the blue tube the numbers crept up higher and the hawks stayed out of view then the generals said "we don't want our boys dead your sons and your husbands will be coming back heroes soon" with steam, heat, and rhythm in the back seat of the car and adolescent perspective projecting life's forecast to the stars you heard love from the lips and you were rapt by the hips and the promise was eternal but you couldn't see that far

COME AND JOIN US
so you say you gotta know why the world goes 'round and you can't find the truth in the things you've found and you're scared shitless 'cuz evil abounds come and join us well i heard you were looking for a place to fit in full of adherent people with the same objective a family to cling to and call brethren come and join us all we want to do is change your mind all you need to do is close your eyes so come and join us come and join us come and join us don't you see the trouble that most people are in and that they just want you for their own advantage but i swear to you we're different from all of them come and join us i can tell you are lookin' for a way to live where truth is determined by consensus full of codified arbitrary directives come and join us all we want to have is your small mind turn it into one of our own kind you can go through life adrift and alone desperate, desolate, on your own but we're lookin' for a few more stalwart clones so come and join us come and join us come and join us we've got spite and dedication as a vehement brew the world hates us, well we hate them too but you're exempted of course if you come and join us independent, self-contented, revolutionary intellectual, brave, strong and scholarly if you're not one of them, you're us already so come and join us

CEASE
blacktop pavement cover me like a chemical reaction or a steam roller spreading randomly there's a distant and a low frequency it tickles my ear, it rumbles under my feet and it shakes the leaves off of every tree (violently) what pretension! everlasting peace everything must cease institution on the hill like a beacon in the mind of an ancestor to ignite a people's will there's a shadowed stain on the west facade it has spread like decay to enshroud the fraud and the descendants find oh so odd (oh so odd) what pretension! everlasting peace everything must cease grave memorial hewn white stone like the comforting caress of a mother or a friend you've always known it evokes such pain and significance and the generations pass without recompense what pretension! everlasting peace everything must cease

STRANGER THAN FICTION

1.Incomplete
2.Leave Mine To Me
3.Stranger Than Fiction
4.Tiny Voices
5.The Handshake
6.Better Off Dead
7.Infected
8.Television
9.Individual
10.Hooray For Me
11.Slumber
12.Marked
13.Inner Logic
14.What It Is
15.21st Century (Digital Boy)
16.News From The Front
17.Markovian Process

INCOMPLETE
mother, father, look at your little monster, i'm a hero, i'm a zero, i'm the butt of the worst joke in history, i'm a lock without a key, a city with no door, a prayer without faith,a show without a score, i'm a bad word, a wink, a nod, a shiver, an untold story, sex without fury, a creeping gray memory, i am incomplete... doctor, cure me; what is the cause of my condition, this madness shoots me, like bullets smashing glass in silent movie, i'm a trap without a spring, a temple with no god, a jack without an ace, the tip of your tongue, i'm a promise, an unmailed letter, an unbuilt motor, deck without a joker, a creeping gray memory i am incomplete... tell saint peter not to bet on me, i am a naked obsession, a good intention gone bad, i am incomplete...

LEAVE MINE TO ME
there are desperate times upon us, there are codes of white and black, political resentment and people start to crack, there's hate and opposition, there's fumbling dialog, yet you sit there and judge me and you think it makes a difference if you think i'm all alone you are foolishly wrong, there's an entire army who blindly follow along, and you happen to be one of them believe it or not, even though you try not to be we are of the same plague the other ways we're taught to fear, don't even scratch the surface of the problem here, i'm not blind, and i'm not scared, so many crucial factors exist out there, and we're but one, and they're bout two, and how we come to terms will help us pull through things cannot change too fast, it took us this much time, to reach our current platform and walk this fragile line, if i thought i'd make a difference i'd kill myself today, but so many are like me lost in the fray you create your own reality, and leave mine to me

STRANGER THAN FICTION
a febrile shocking violent smack the children are hoping for a heart attack, tonight the windows are watching, the streets all conspire, and the lamppost can't stop crying, if i could fly high above the world, would i see a bunch of living dots spell the world stupidity?, or would i see hungry lover homicides, loving brother suicides, and olly olly oxenfrees, who pickaside and hide the world is scratching at my door, my morning papers got the scores, the human interest stories, and the obituary cockroach naps and rattling traps, how many devils can you fit upon a match head?, caringosity killed the kerouac cat, sometimes truth is stranger than fiction in my alley around the corner, there's a wino with feathered shoulders, and a spirit giving head for crack and he'll never want it back, there's a little kid and his family eating crackers like thanksgiving and a pack of wild desperados scornful of living the worlds is scratching at my door.... cradle for a cat, wolfe looks back, how many angels can you fit upon a match? i want to know why hemingway cracked, sometimes truth is stranger than fiction life is the crummiest book i ever read, there isn't a hook, just a lot of cheap shots, pictures to shock and characters an amateur would never dream up

TINY VOICES
the brown and orange sky holds its breath as the sun retreats to the distant horizon, and our hearts palpitate anxiously as we soon will lay supine, and wait for sleep to overcome us and from somewhere in our black, subconscious minds when we're asleep, comes a haunting swelling mass of voices, resonating, its screams of forgotten victims and the cries of innocence, and the desperate plea for recognition and recompense tiny voices, echoes of our heritage, our long and sallow faces turn the other way, tiny voices, harbored deep within as we outwardly deny that they have something to say, and if we don't confront them they will never go away the billions of tiny pinhole embers fade into a morning sky filled with poignant morose wonder, waking a bear a cosmetic peace that verifies the turmoil which we carry deep inside

THE HANDSHAKE
every time you shake someone's hand and it feels like your best friend, could it be that it's only superficiality?, without regard to well-being, without an inkling of compromise, handshakes are nothing but a subtle "fuck you", contracts determine the best friendships this is the way of the modern world, everyone's vying for patronage, this is the way of the modern world, and something has gotta give every time you shake someone's hand, and you share neither color or creed, you gotta overcome the obstacles of history, there is restrained passion, mistrust, and bigotry and these have created the new foundations of society, there's no harmony just class and race this is the way of the modern world, everyone's fighting for dominance, this is the way of the modern world, and something has gotta give now i believe in unity, and i am willing to compromise, but i'm not gonna lie or sell my soul every time you shake someone's hand, it determines where you stand, and if you won't uphold your side then it's better to fend for yourself, and shun the handshake, someone's gotta give

BETTER OFF DEAD
i'm sorry about the sun, how could i know that you'd burn?, and i'm sorry about the moon, how could i know that you'd disapproved, i'll never make the same mistake, the next time i create the universe i'll make sure we communicate at length but until then...better of dead, a smile on the lips and a hole in the head, better of dead, yeah better than this, better of dead, yeah better than this, take it away 'cuz there's nothing to miss i'm sorry about the world, how could i know you'd take it so bad?, and i'll never make the same mistake, the next time i create the universe i'll make sure you participate but until then... better of dead, yeah better of dead, why don't you try pushing daisies instead and i'll never make the same mistake, the next time i create the universe i'll make sure we communicate, just in case

INFECTED
now here i go, hope i don't break down, i won't take anything, i don't need anything, don't want to exist, i can't persist, please stop before i do it again, just talk about nothing, let's talk about nothing, let's talk about no one, please talk about no one, someone, anyone you and me have a disease, you affect me, you infect me, i'm afflicted, you're addicted, you and me, you and me i'm on the edge, get against the wall, i'm so distracted, i love to strike you, here's my confession, you learned your lesson, stop me before i do it again you're clear - as a heavy lead curtain want to drill you - like an ocean, we can work it out, i've been running out, now i'm running out don't be mad about it baby, you and me, you and me, i want to tie you, crucify you, kneel before you, revile your body, you and me, we're made in heaven, i want to take you, i want to break you, supplicate you, are incurable, i want to bathe you in holy water i want to kill you, upon the alter, you and me, you and me

TELEVISION
television, television, television, television oh yeah! i want to bask in your golden light, submerge in electric waves, i need my connection to the world outside the world outside is buzzing like an angry wasp in summer, the candidates are running, and soon the son of god is coming, crackle mental convolutions tune in to the revolution, whereby everyone's included so we'll never have to be alone every atom of my body, blood and sinew, bone and fibre, i can't distil you from my blood, you're a hungry germ inside of me, you're my lover, you're my heroine, my conscience and my voice, and i know that i have learned to let you in i will lever have to be alone i'd take after my mother but she's from a different generation, i prefer my big brother he's so gentle and understanding, and i learn what i can from him by the television light, so that when i'm all alone i know everything's gonna be alright

INDIVIDUAL
individuals run for cover, for the multitudes of thoughtless clones have reached a critical mass, individuals hide in fear, under cover, sheltered by the wafer thin veil of intelligence individuals, nowhere to be seen urbana is oozing like a bloated carcass, with maggots cooking in the desert heat, oozing, with progeny writhing and desperate for input from someone more determined congregating in invisible circles, half apart and half apart, all too aware of the insignificance, pushing on with soul and heart individuals don't pray for forgiveness, when pinned up against the wall under siege of persecution, individuals command exception, and accept dichotomy, maybe you can't choose anymore procreation without gain or purpose, languid wills and torped minds, catapulted ever faster by the arrow of time

HOORAY FOR ME...
i can see my teenage father standing straight on a desolate corner, in the shadow of tentacled towers by the red light of america, i imagine how his mother felt when she heard that her husband was dying, and that underground heroes of the tarmac shooting smack were blowing up worlds and damned out loud, he, can you tell me how does it feel? yeah, tell me, can you imagine, for a second, doing anything that you don't have to? well that's what i'm accustomed to so hooray for me when i slept with stony faces on the riverbank, my angeldevil reveller shook me desperately in dying, i don't exactly want to apologize for anything, and now we're all mad and tangled in secret rooms with roman candles, on an endless graveyard train yeah, tell me, can you imagine, for a second, doing anything just 'cuz you want to? well, that's just what i do so hooray for me yeah, i was dreaming through the "howzlife", yawning, car black, when she told me "mad and meaningless as ever..", and a song came on my radio like a cemetery rhyme, for a million crying corpses in their tragedy of respectable existence oh, yeah, i'm not respectable, and never sensible, i've been incredible so damned irascible and i like the things i do so hooray for me

SLUMBER
so, you're feeling unimportant, 'cuz you've got nothing to say, and your life is just a ramble, no one understands you anyway well, i've got a piece of news, son, that might make you change your mind, your life is historically meaningful, and spans a significant time slumber will come soon, and you are helping put it to sleep, side by side we do our share faithfully assuring that slumber will come soon well, now do you feel a little better?, lift up your head and walk away, knowing we're all in this together, for such a short time anyway there is just no time to parade around sulking, i would rather laugh than cry, the rich, the poor, the strong, the weak, we share this place together, and we pitch in to help it die i'm not good at giving morals, and i don't fear the consequence, if life makes you scared and bitter, at least its not for very long

MARKED
if i'm a monster, i am a willing one, this roller coaster ride is an enticing one, on the tip of a continuum flowing wavelike through disorder carry me like a vessel to water everything you see leaves a mark on your soul, everything you feel leaves a mark on your soul, everything you touch leaves a mark on your soul, everything you make leaves a mark on your soul if i can touch it, i can destroy it, if it's imaginable to some degree, i can become it, like a hungry turning vortex that just flickers to existence, consuming bits and pieces until i'm finally extinguished everyone you see leaves a mark on your soul, everyone you bare leaves a mark on your soul, everyone you touch leaves a mark on your soul, everyone you love leaves a mark on your soul everything you take leaves a mark on your soul, everything you give leaves a mark on your soul, and all the fear and loneliness that's impossible to control, and every tear you cry leaves a mark on your soul

INNER LOGIC
automatons with business suits clinging black boxes, sequestering the blueprints of daily life contented, free of care, they rejoice in morning ritual as they file like drone ant colonies to their office in the sky i don't ask questions, don't promote demonstrations, don't look for new consensus, don't stray from constitution if i pierce the complexity i won't find salvation just the bald and over truth of the evil and deception there is an inner logic, and we're taught to stay far from it it is simple and elegant, but it's cruel and antithetic and there's no effort to reveal it graduated mentors stroll in marbled brick porticos in sagacious dialog they despise their average ways displaying pomp and discipline, they mold their institution where they practice exclusion on the masses every day decorated warriors drill harmless kids on pavement simulating tyranny under red alert protecting the opulent and staging moral standard they expect redemption of character and self-growth (no equality, no opportunity, no tolerance for the progressive alternative...)

WHAT IT IS
there's a purpose, there's a goal, there's a virtuos, and immoral, there's a reason for all of this, and i don't know what it is i am one, and plural too, i accept them but they exclude, i could make sense of all of this, but i don't know what it is the seeds of inspiration never germinated in my mind, the beacon of awakening is somewhere that i can't find, so i don't know what it is there's a beginning, and there's an end, there's a climax, some would contend, there's a way to signify this, but i don't know what it is

21ST CENTURY (DIGITAL BOY)
i can't believe it, the way you look sometimes, like a trampled flag on a city street, oh yeah, and i don't want it, the things you're offering me, symbolized bar code quick id, oh yeah, i'm a 21st century digital boy, i don't know how to live (or read) but i've got a lot of toys, my daddy is lazy middle class intellectual, my mammy's on valium, she's so ineffectual, ain't life a mystery? i can't explain it, the things they're saying to me, going yayayayayayaya, oh yeah, i tried to tell you about no control, but now i really don't know, and then you told me how bad you had to suffer, is that really all you have to offer?

NEWS FROM THE FRONT
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MARKOVIAN PROCESS
you will all say that i am surely crazy. only an unrepentant pessimist whose thoughts should be detained. but facts are sterile, not vulgar nor sublime. and they're not religion, they're for everyone and signify the times. today is a window. tomorrow the landscape. all we need to do is take a look outside to know what we're bound to face. the level of disparity. the common man. the manner of destruction of the native land. the poverty and reprisal from all involved, and the scathing trajectory from the past. markovian process, lead us not in vain. prove to our descendants what we did to them, then make us go away.

RECIPE FOR HATE

1.Recipe For Hate
2.Kerosene
3.American Jesus
4.Portrait of Authority
5.Man With a Mission
6.All Good Soldiers
7.Watch it Die
8.Struck a Nerve
9.My Poor Friend Me
10.Lookin' In
11.Don't Pray on Me
12.Modern Day Catastrophists
13.Skyscraper
14.Stealth

RECIPE FOR HATE
can't you feel it can't you see it the promise of prosperity it's overwhelming you and me it afflicts us like a disease ubiquitous compelling too we cling to you like crazy glue and inject such a potent seed it's best for all humanity the spread of culture the sword of progress the vector of suffrage a warm and septic breeze the pomp and elation the duty and vocation the blood of the hybrid it's just a recipe re-living our ancestry the frightful lack of harmony our fore-fathers who led the way their victims are still here today now it's time to erase the story of our bogus fate our history as it's portrayed it's just a recipe for hate

KEROSENE
everywhere i look i see exclusive huddled uninviting shelter is privilege of the same and competent kerosene keeps me warm i'm alone to watch it burn kerosene exposure is a pitiful and pointless way of dying before it gets me i'll set a funeral pyre kerosene keeps me warm i'm alone to watch it burn kerosene i'm a man and my dignity won't wave tonight buildings rage! kerosene keeps me warm it feels so good to watch it burn kerosene kerosene keeps me warm feels so good to watch it burn kerosene

AMERICAN JESUS
i don't need to be a global citizen because i'm blessed by nationality i'm member of a growing populace we enforce our popularity there are things that seem to pull us under and there are things that drag us down but there's a power and a vital presence thats lurking all around we've got the american jesus see him on the interstate we've got the american jesus he helped build the president's estate i feel sorry for the earth's population 'cuz so few live in the u.s.a. at least the foreigners can copy our morality they can visit but they cannot stay only precious fewcan garner the prosperity it makes us walk with renewed confidence we've got a place to go when we die and the architect resides right here we've got the american jesus overwhelming millions every day(exercising his authority) he's the farmers barren fields the force the army wields the expression in the faces of the starving children the power of the man he's the fuel that drives the clan he's the motive and conscience of the murderer he's the preacher on t.v. the false sincerity the form letter that's written by the big computer she's the nuclear bombs and the kids with no moms and i'm fearful that he's inside me

PORTRAIT OF AUTHORITY
nothing more nothing less an icon on the wall decoration and duress that which many strive to be its the merble statue standing over me and nobody has the will to tear it down it determines wrong and right but to me its just a stereotype and it makes us lose our sight the portait of authority you tell me that's what I'm supposed to be (it embodies what he cannot be)another time another man and oppressive intrusion and a plague across his land and it haunts him every day it tells him he has no chance his hopes just fade away and he can't muster the support and to him it's just a stereotype of his life-long fight

MAN WITH A MISSION
rescue me when i get too deep, talk to me there's nothing to tell, everyone, is a hypocrite, look to me, i'll save your soul now somebody out there must be reading my mail cuz' everybody knows i'm a man with a mission, coming to your town today, i can damm you to fiery perdition, cuz' i'm a man with a mission follow me, when you give up ,work for me, it'll serve you well everyone is a hypocrite, come to me, i'll save your soul now somebody out there must be tapping my phone, cuz everybody knows i'm a man with a mission, i'm gonna fly you away, high above the noise and competition, yeah i'm a man with a mission, passing through your town today i condemn you to fiery perdition, yeah i'm a man with a mission

ALL GOOD SOLDIERS
all good soldiers crack like boulders the sun climbs up to a razon, violins, new boots, and numbers on a chain all good soldiers all good soldiers fall in line when they march and shout-are a spectacle marching and singing-will go anywhere the president says- because the president believes in god-like all good soldiers wait like warheads- when the fighting starts who will be accountable, a cannibal, a cannonball it's six a.m. i can see my breath and the clay dirt is laughing at the weakling boy-today is the day that i'll write my friends its something i've been trying to remember - i had a dream of a wall that was twenty-one stories tall...all good soldiers fall in line when they march and shout-are a respectable marching and signing- will go anywhere the president says-because the president believes in god- like all good soldiers should

WATCH IT DIE
i was born on planet earth the rotating ball where man comes first it's been around for a long time but now its time to watch it die i saw a man on my big blue screen he ruled the world economy he said the rich would never concede but some day soon he'll be put to sleep i've seen the life of the forest green and adaptations of the deep blue sea and who knows who is the fittest they will all soon be put to rest on a plunging flight and we're sitting in the pilots seat in the midst of life people on a dark horizon praying somebody will save their lives i was born on the planet ear that a drastic time full of plastic mirth and every day i've seen increasing signs and you would too if you'd opened your eyes you had a chance you did not try so now it's time to watch it die

STRUCK A NERVE
there's an old man on a city bus holding a candy cane and it isn't even christmas he sees a note in the obituary that his last friend has died there's an inflant clinging to his overweight mother in the cold as they go to shop for cigarettes as the spends her last dollar on a bottle of vodka for tonight and i guess it struck a nerve like i had to squint my eyes you can never get outof the line of sight like a barren winter dayor a patch of unburned green like a tragic real dream i guess it struck a nerve every day i wanderin negative disposition as i'm bombarded by superlatives that i am not alone introverted i look to tomorrow for salvation but i'm thinking altruistcally and a wave of overwhelming doubt turns me to stone and i guess it thought my heart we just haven't got time to crack the maze like a magic speeding clock or a cancer in our cells a collision in the dark i guess it struck a nerve i try to close my eyes but i cannot ignore the stimuli if theres a purpose for us all it remains a secret to me don't ask me to justify my life

MY POOR FRIEND ME
i know a man who doesnt have many friends i know a place he lives where trouble never ends i know its hard for himto read 'tween the lines and his days are getting so much shorter he simply turns away instead of bearing down his ship is crumbling his crew is one of clowns he doesnt care as long as he can wear the crown i know this man all too well its my poor friend mea portrayal of the great dichotomy (a reminder of a tragic history)its my poor friend me and im running out of steam i know there are people who are cynical and vane they point their finger 'cuz they can't accept the blame they live their lives under a blanket of shame and their progeny crawl from underneath it lately i've come to see the solution and it begins with me but i'm so fallibly human i've picked the lot

LOOKIN' IN
suddenly, it came to me a potent dosage of reality i saw myself in the broad daylight and it made me think about life im not the kinda guy who nods his head with closed eyes i scoff at labels i defy censuses and despise group mentality all along i through that this was only human but i know now that i'm in the minority i'm lookin' in now i think in relation to my fellow man and what strives to do we fail to see theres no compromise our evolution is our demise one day you may find that you are also one of me a microcosm of the human race observing those around us desiring to belong behind the guise of salvation we suffer along the way we're lookin' in

DON'T PRAY ON ME
a grizzly scene on my electron beam told a story about human rights so all of kings horses and all of kings men had a riot for two days and nights well, the city exploded but the gates wouldn't open so the company asked him to quit now everybody's equal just don't measure it well hanson did it hester and mark david did it to john and maybe jack dit it to marilyn but he did it to south vietnam for beauty and glory for money, love and country everybody's doing it, don't do that to me i don't know what stopped jesus christ from turning every hungry stone into bread and i don't remember hearing how moses reacted when the innocent first born sons lay dead well i guess god was a lot more demonstrative back when he flamboyantly parted the sea now everybody's praying don't prey on me

MODERN DAY CATASTROPHISTS
take those potatoes out of your ear listen to the warnings verify all your fears there's a world outside that's ready to blow and we're all to blame when it finally explodes you gotta listen up gotta listen to what they're telling you gotta listen up and think about what they're saying to you they're the modern day catastrophists they've got practical solutions (know all the right equations)they're the self-appointed righteous pragmatists and they know 50 ways to save the world what makes you think you can cure our disease? maybe its just our biology maybe its time to make room for another species this is the 21st century

SKYSCRAPER
come let us make bricks and burn them hard we'll build a city with a tower for the world and climb so we can reach anything at all build me up, tear me down like a skyscraper build me up, then tear down these joining walls so they can't climb at all i know why you tore it down that day you throught, if you got caught we'd all go away like a spoiled little baby who can't come out to play you had your revenge build me up, tears me down like a skyscraper build me up, then tear down these joining walls so they can't climb at all

STEALTH
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BGENERATOR

1.Generator
2.Too Much To Ask
3.No Direction
4.Tomorrow
5.Two Babies In The Dark
6.Heaven Is Falling
7.Atomic Garden
8.The Answer
9.Fertile Crescent
10.Chimaera
11.Only Entertainment

GENERATOR
like a rock, like a planet, like a fucking atom bomb, i'll remain unperturbed by the joy and the madness that i encounter everywhere i turn, i've seen it all before, in books and magazines, like a twitch before dying, like a pornographic sea, there's a flower behind the window, there's an ugly laughing man, like a hummingbird in silence, like the blood on my door, it's the generator oh yeah, oh yeah, like the blood on my door, wash me clean and i will run until i reach the shore, i've known it all along like the bone under my skin, like actors in a photograph, like paper in the wind, there's a hammer by the window, there's a knife on the floor, like turbines in darkness, like the blood on my door, it's the generator

TOO MUCH TO ASK
a refreshing plunge, a drink of palatable water, a deep inspiration on a warm summer day, a safe stroll in a middle of the road community, a neighbour who in times of need will not turn away, i ain't no politician, i am a citizen, and i wonder if i'm living too far out of bounds community protection, rehabilitation, police that serve without legitimate right to maim, global awareness, ecological guilt, cultural and environmental awakening, i ain't no optimist, i try to be a realist, and i think that we're living too far out of bounds, is it too much to ask? could it be the earth is shrinking?, i can see the walls closing in, no one can take much for granted anymore remote control, three cars for every family, corruption at the expense of the simple majority, a violent clash, a plunder of the third world, any wretched ploy that bolsters our economy, i ain't no blind supporter, i'm a conscious citizen, and i know that we're living too far out of bounds, is it too much to ask? could we keep the earth from sinking?, i'm not taking nothing for granted anymore

NO DIRECTION
a sullen figure walks along a dusty road, his life was holy and he couldn't bear the load, he left his people and simple life behind, he raised his torso and looked into the sky, shouting his questions, looking for directions, "what do i do now?" now a confused schoolgirl stares at the t.v. tray, the stresses of maturing compound every day, she glances up to see her favorite video, and gets ideas from madonna's nasty clothes, in need of affection, she craves a direction, her heroes offer her, everyone's looking for something, and they assume somebody else knows what it is, no one can live without the decisions of their own, it seems so they look to someone else, to tell them what to do, tell'em what to wear, tell'em what to say, tell'em how to act and think and compel others compulsively until the world is all like them a righteous student came and asked me to reflect, he judged my lifestyle was politically incorrect, i don't believe in self important folks who preach, no bad religion song can make your life complete, prepare for rejection, you'll get no direction from me, you'll get no direction from me

TOMORROW
every day we profit so, leaning towards the great unknown, asking how it pertains to tomorrow aim for places we've not been, trample paths that go between, yesterdays foundations and tomorrow it's the way they say it's got to be, we spear ahead and forge our destiny, who do the represent?, who do you believe?, make a sound decision for others to heed try to set a faster pace, try to build a master race, one that will make a contribution to tomorrow it's the way they say it's got to be, we put aside our fears and make history, the clothes are in the dryer and the writing is on the wall we're doing everything we can stop this fall everyday we profit so, leaning towards the great unknown

TWO BABIES IN THE DARK
there's a light on in the hallway, so i can't understand, why you hide underneath the cover, there's a baby in your womb, so don't be scared tonight, because raggedy ann is in the closet picking posies, two babies in the dark, like diamonds in the sand, while papa's far away making up children's stories the little one's inside, so afraid to be alone, she's trying to be brave until the daddy comes home so if you chance to see her, please tell her it's alright, 'cause everyone fights the tendency to snap, sometimes it's not a matter of being brave and strong, 'cause noises in the house are terrifying, i'll put you to sleep at night, like a foreign movie, i'll sing lullabies, and i'll teach you about everything, and i'll only ask one thing, please save me

HEAVEN IS FALLING
as i walk beneath the valley, i shall fear no evil, for thanks to king george and his rainbow cabinet, today murder is legal god i know that it's wrong, to kill my brother for what he hasn't done, and as the planes blacken the sky, it sounds like heaven is falling, it sounds like heaven is falling, you promised me a new day a dawning i've seen a thousand points of light, like so many points of hatred, shame and horror god i want to be a man, but i don't want to die with a rifle in my hand, and as the planes blacken.... well nothing here looks new to me, but a score of mothers 'sons, caught 'tween the devil and the deep blue sea

ATOMIC GARDEN
everybody wants do dance in a playpen, but nobody wants to play in my garden. i see the hippies on an angry line, guess they don't get my meaning, i'm enchanted by the birds in my blossoms, i'm enamored by young lovers on the weekend, i like the forth of july, when bombs start flashing, and i wish i had a shiny red top, a bugle with a big brass bell would cheer me up, or maybe something bigger that could really go pop! so i could make the gardening stop come out to play, come out to play, and we'll pretend it's christmas day in my atomic garden all my scientists are working on a deadline, so my psychologist is working day and nighttime, they say they know what's best for me, but they don't know what they're doing, and i'm glad i'm not gorbachev, 'cause i'd wiggle all night, like jelly in a pot, at least he's got a garden with a fertile plot, and a party that will never stop, i hope there's nothing wrong out there, i'm watching from my room inside my room

THE ANSWER
long ago in a dusty village, full of hunger, pain and strife, a man came forth with a vision of truth, and the way to a better life, he was convinced he had the answer, and he compelled people to follow along, but the hunger never vanished, and the man was banished, and the village dried up and died, at a time when wise men peered, through brass tubes toward the sky, the heavens changed in predictable ways, and one man was able to find, that he had thought he found the answer, and he was quick to write his revelation, but as they were scrutinized in his colleagues eyes, he soon became a mockery, don't tell me about the answer, 'cause then another one will come along soon, i don't believe you have the answer, i've got ideas too, but if you've got enough naivite, and you've got conviction, then the answer is perfect for you an urban sprawl sits choking on its discharge, overwhelmed by industry, inclined toward charity, everyone's begging for an answer, without regard validity, the searching never ends, it goes on and on and on for eternity

FERTILE CRESCENT
come and see the brilliant light, don't let your emotions mask your sight, it's the manifestation of a deeper fight, that affects me and you, my optimism was running high, a new world order was on my mind, but i couldn't believe it when i heard them say, they're blowing it away, and the fertile crescent is burning today, and baby my emotions are too, the cradle of humanity has led us all astray, and we're all in this together don't you know, 'cause our species has nowhere else to go aggression rears it's ugly head, retaliation brings further dread, the two are linked by unseen threads, that wind back through time, i don't agree with this outdated trend, nationalism is an evil friend, but hatred is instilled by invisible lines, drawn in our minds, and the fertile crescent is haunting us today, and bay our instincts are too, the ghost of humanity is warning us this way and i think that we all should heed it don't you know, 'cause we've got nowhere else to go

CHIMAERA
you took a time bomb, and a case of crackers, and you made a maelstrom of organic debris, then you took a work bench, and a rusty anvil, and you polished them for everyone to see, you have created an unhealthy monster, but you're nowhere but nowhere to be found, so i guess i'll just cope with my provisions, from now until the day they lay me down you took a baboon, and made him perfect, you took a lion, and stripped him of his pride, then you took a million more varieties, a scalpel and a sartory, and you stitched up a horrible surprise, you have created an unsocial monster, and you're searched for all over the globe, and most believe that things would sure be better, if you'd come down here and tell us what you know who is to blame for this? someone tell me please, his handiwork is flawed, and it's there for all to see, mutations, aberrations and blatant anomalies, they multiply and give rise to this...monstrosity, you took the most abundant smallest bits of matter, and you instilled them with affinity, and then you stratified accumulations, weeded out bad variations, and blended up your unique recipe, you have created a powerful monster, with direction and purpose all its own, and if you were here, would things be any different? or are you just a mosaic of thoughts alone?

ONLY ENTERTAINMENT
transfixated on the big blue screen, it's your window to the outside, a melancholy dream, a medium upon which you build reality, this episodic currency, that everybody needs somebody's delivery lulls you to sleep, the man behind the weather map, the editor in chief, they control two worlds, power and disease, and you cannot suppress your curiosity but see it's only entertainment, superficial urgency, posterboard mentality, only entertainment, tightly constrained, the buzz that remains, is the story of how we run our lives many are the people poor and suffering, from the lack of coverage, from the transmission beam, and if it ever gets here, you'll be offended too, 'cause you cannot distinguish, chicanery from truth, see it's only entertainment, a superficial episode, as life continues to unfold, only entertainment, controlled an copied, they've planted the seed, that sprouts into your picture of the world, can't someone protect me (turn away, turn away), from this electron beam, hey you, mr.fcc, have you no advice for me?

80-85

1.We're Only Gonna Die
2.Latch Key Kids
3.Part III
4.Faith In God
5.Fuck Armageddon . . . This Is Hell
6.Pitty
7.In The Night
8.Damned To Be Free
9.White Trash (2nd Generation)
10.American Dream
11.Eat Your Dog
12.Voice Of God Is Government
13.Oligarchy
14.Doing Time
15.Bad Religion
16.Politics
17.Sensory Overload
18.Slaves
19.Drastic Actions
20.World War III
21.Yesterday
22.Frogger
23.Bad Religion
24.Along The Way
25.New Leaf
26.Bad Religion
27.Slaves
28.Drastic Actions

WE'RE ONLY GONNA DIE
early man walked away as modern man took control. their minds weren't all the same, to conquer was his goal, so he built his great empire and slaughtered his own kind, then he died a confused man, killed himself with his own mind. go! we're only gonna die from our own arrogance.

LATCH KEY KIDS
in this world today there ain't nobody to thank, just blame it on the kids and toss 'em into the tank. and if they yell for justice we'll hide them from the light so that when they learn the truth they won't be scared of the night. put the key in the hole when you get home from school. i'll be home by 8:30, your father will too. if you cause any trouble then i don't want to see, cause you'll go straight to bed and you won't have no tv.

PART III
the final page is written in the books of history, as man unleashed his deadly bombs and sent troops overseas to fight a war which can't be won and kills the human race, a show of greed and ignorance, man's quest for dominance. they say when a mistake is made, a lesson has be learned. but this time, there's no second chance, the hate engulfs the world. a million lives are lost each day, a city slowly burns, a mother holds her dying child, but no one is concerned!

FAITH IN GOD
it's all right to have faith in god but when you bend to their rules and their fucking lies that's when i start to have pity on you. you're living on a mound of dirt, but you can't explain your reason for existence so you blame it on god. so much hatred in this world and you can't decide who's pulling the strings so you figure it's god. your whole life foreshadows death and you finally realize you don't want to die alone so you'll always have god. it's all right to have faith in god but when you bend to their rules and their fucking lies that's when i start to have pity on you. it's all right to have faith in god but when you bend to their rules and their fucking lies that's when i start to have pity on you. there's people in the world today who say they're jewish, christian and such, they're all ignorant fools. they'll tell you you can't have your own way unless you pay money and dedicate your life or you'll be damned in hell. don't be feeble like all of them, you have your own brain full of thoughts and choices, so use it don't let them use you. it's all right to have faith in god but when you bend to their rules and their fucking lies that's when i start to have pity on you.

FUCK ARMAGEDDON . . . THIS IS HELL
there's people out there that say i'm no good, cause i don't believe the things that i should, and when the final conflict comes, i'll be so sorry i did wrong, and hope and pray that our lord god will think i'm good. countries manufacture bombs and guns to kill your brother for something that he hasn't even done. smog is ruining my lungs, but they aren't sorry they've done wrong, they hide behind their lies that they're helping everyone. in the end the good will go to heaven up above, the bad will perish in the depths of hell. how can hell be any worse when life alone is such a curse? fuck armageddon, this is hell. we're living in the denoument of the battle's gripping awe, so what's the use of being good to satisfy them all? how could hell be any worse? life alone is such a curse! fuck armageddon, this is hell.

PITTY
i show pitty on the human race, on the ignorant plenty who devote their lives to an icon that they've never known. i show pitty on eons past, when early man started the first civilization and human aggression was born. i show pitty on the future to come, when the government system will be omnipotent and we'll be worse off . . . than we are now! pitty, pitty, on the billions of ignorant people. pitty, pitty, on the masses of aggression. pitty, pitty, on the future centuries to come, on the billions of ignorant people, on the future centuries to come, on the masses of aggression. it's all a matter of looking at the past. it's all a question, are we gonna last? if we endure the aggression that's inside all of us we'll wipe out our own species and thus . . . the world! pitty! pitty on . . . on the masses of aggression, on the billions of ignorant people, on the future centuries to come, on the masses of ignorant people, on the future centuries to come.

INTO THE NIGHT
in the city, the day is too hot and you're hoping for relief, cuz your head is filled with pain, but you get no relief, cuz the night is the same . . . in the night, in the night you see through jaded eyes. in the night, in the night you feel barely alive. you live your life in darkness, you've got pennies on your eyes. but you say that it's all right, cuz you've never lived a lie, as you crawl back to your womblike existence in the night. in the night, in the night you see through jaded eyes. in the night, in the night you feel barely alive. you can't see no light, but you hear those heavy footsteps, and the little man inside twists your tormented mind. your mind is filled with shadows, your palms are wet with sweat. limbs are bound and tangled in a fatal net. there are two things you can do. one is turn and fight. the other's run headlong into the night. in the night, in the night you see through jaded eyes. in the night, in the night you feel barely alive. you can't see no light, but you hear those heavy footsteps, and the breathing at your side, is it yours, or is it good bye.

DAMNED TO BE FREE
death and the shadow that it casts on life scares me little or none. people tell me of a divine right and the happy chosen one. i'm a freak cuz my morals clash with others in the world. i go home while they work hard, then they same i'm wrong. there's only one place to be, while living with tragedy. if their sins affected me, i gotta be damned to be free. freedom is responsibility, pay more than it's worth. instincts tells us not to die, hazy myth since birth. learn their rules, play their game, deceive yourself in haste. turn your own brain into dust; it's not theirs to waste. there's only one place to be, while living with tragedy. extract the nectar, burn the tree, i gotta be damned to be free thinking . . . this world it ain't so bad. dying . . . it's just another fad. working . . . eight hours, that's not for me. dying . . . it's just your destiny.

WHITE TRASH (2ND GENERATION)
wasted children, fixed blank eyes, blood and sweat, we socialize broken homes from which they come, beer-stained dad, compliant mom. fear and love, much despised, replaced by comfortable lies. teenage classic, more cliche, one step further on the edge of decay. white trash, 2nd generation, white trash, 2nd generation, white trash, 2nd generation, don your crown and cleanse the nation. are you ready to fight for your morality? right wing allies, white supremacy. pretty fascist on the tube draped in red and white and blue white trash, 2nd generation, stupid foibles, indignation offspring of suburban fright, pearl-white creatures of the night white trash, 2nd generation, white trash, 2nd generation, white trash, 2nd generation, don your crown and cleanse the nation. stiff blue collar, coat and tie, brand new breeds side by side. christian ethic, right extremes, shoved down our throat as the american dream. white trash, 2nd generation, stupid foibles, indignation offspring of suburban fright, pearl-white creatures of the night white trash, 2nd generation, white trash, 2nd generation, white trash, 2nd generation, don your crown and cleanse the nation. white trash, 2nd generation, white trash, 2nd generation, white trash, 2nd generation, don your crown and cleanse the nation.

AMERICAN DREAM
i hate my family, hate my school, speed limits and the golden rule. hate people who aren't what they seem, more than anything else, american dream. american dream's gonna swallow you whole, it's bursting at the seam, it'll sweep you away, so enjoy it today, tomorrow you'll be old thus useless. american dream . . . american dream . . . american dream, that's ok, cause no one dare give you away. i hate my job, i hate your god, i hate hypocrites and common slobs. hate people who aren't what they seem, more than anything else, american dream. promise me today i'll have a chevrolet, with whitewalls on the side, one boy, one girl, comfortable lies the american dream . . . american dream . . . american dream, that's ok, cause no one dare give you away. american dream!

EAT YOUR DOG
weak and sick, dying in the sand, no such thing as a promised land. don't lose faith in a better life reincarnation, poor excuse. you're dying you assholes, your religion can't help you now. dying and starving in the fields you used to plow. rotting bones in your barren fields. worshipped creature's supposed to heal. he won't save you and he won't save me. see what you want to see. hindu religion in the mind of a working joe, starving and dying in the fields you used to know. you're tied and bound to a god's useless advice. bloated stomachs from aching diseases hold back the fight. in the end you'll return once more to die again. go on till you can't no more in non-eternal sin.

VOICE OF GOD IS GOVERNMENT
neighbors, no one loves you like he loves you, and no one cares like he cares. neighbors, let us join today in the holy love of god and money, because neighbors, no one loves you like he loves you. and what better way to show your love than to dig deep into your pockets. dig real deep, until it hurts. alleviate your guilt, free yourself once again, because he gave to you, brothers and sisters. please give a 10, 25, or 50 dollar tax-deductible donation, and i assure you your modest pledge will be used to censor tv and radio, ban questionable books, and contribute to many other godly services. no longer will young christian americans hedonistically indulge in masochistic submission to rhythmic music, for with your monetary support, there is no end to what we can achieve in this country. the voice of god is government. the voice of god is government. the voice of god is government. in god we trust, sinners repent! can't you see what we believe in, all our thoughts, all our reasons, pursuit of life and liberty and happiness we cannot see? speak of truth with a mighty voice, but politics are your real choice. hire men to change the law, protect and serve with one small flaw. voice of god is government. the voice of god is government. voice of god is government. in god we trust, sinners repent! if we shun god and jesus christ, religious love is sacrifice. love for god is shown in cash, the love they send is mailbox trash. with every pamphlet we receive, more money asked for godly needs. build a million dollar church, with money spent on god's research. voice of god is government. the voice of god is government. voice of god is government. in god we trust, sinners repent! on late night tv, god can heal, a certain force you cannot feel. love for money in god's name, religion's now a tv game! build a million dollar church, with money spent on god's research. build a million dollar church, with money spent on god's research. voice of god is government. the voice of god is government. voice of god is government. in god we trust, sinners repent! yeah! voice of god is government. the voice of god is government. voice of god is government. in god we trust, sinners repent!

OLIGARCHY
presidential election every four years but neither man we can see or hear urgent cries for society but he can't see the blood on me do you see? do you see too much for me? try that with our oligarchy, try that with our oligarchy, oligarchy, oligarchy.

DOING TIME
see the fight, old men crying, deny their ruin. watch them try. the cynic laughs at the optimist's closed eyes. darkness falls, curtain calls, the cynic's beer soon overflows. other watches, has a seat, and from the same cup, they drink. i'm doin' time, how long i don't know. william had 26, blew his brains out, now look at him. john had only one, watch the mother mourn her only son. i'm doing time, how long i don't know. i'll kiss goodbye my brain and body and go to sleep for generations. and go to sleep for generations. salvation. cease concentration. you'll only lose the fight. don't tell me what's wrong or right! you're losing sight. you're just gonna die anyway!

BAD RELIGION
see my body, it's nothing to get hung about. i'm nobody except genetic runaround. spiritual era's gone, it ain't comin' back. bad religion, a cabal, that is all that's left. hey mr. mind, stop wasting my time, with your factory precision. factory precision is your bad religion, too good to take. indecision, it's not too late. bad religion, bad religion. don't you know the place you live's a piece of shit? don't you know blind faith in life will conquer it? don't you know responsibility is ours? i don't care a think about eternal fires. listen this time, it's more than a rhyme, it's your indecision. your indecision is your bad religion, too good to take. indecision, it's not too late. bad religion, too good to take. indecision, it's not too late. bad religion, bad religion, bad religion.

POLITICS
economy, technology, doesn't really work. can't try running for government, i'm not a jerk! i've tried to see these faces all around the way. you're lucky if they listen to a single word you say. what is right and what is wrong? the government decides. you don't have no rights at all, as long as you don't fight. we're all being oppressed by the upper middle class. the government you vote for is the one that you put there. i've put down enough dues, i'm due and so are you. residents fear the president, i'm not the government. we ignore the masses of the whole entire race. men in suits? without a happy face. economy, technology, doesn't really work. the guy running the government, another jerk! i've tried to see these faces all around the way. you're lucky if they listen to a single word you say.

SENSORY OVERLOAD
they're all just suicides, in a social way. i'll never need that dormant time, i'll tell you why. cause i think about it all the time, i think about ????? i am the thing that hell went through. sensory ????? you. i don't know why, trust me, it's bleeding me, i don't know why, god, it's social suicide. sensory overload, what a hell of a time. gotta sensory overload, gotta free your little mind, free your little mind. oh! go! cause i think about ????? i think about ????? think about playing these games for real. i wanna write down all the things i feel. don't wanna hide from the things i hear. i don't know why, trust me, oh god it's bleeding me, i don't know, god, it's social suicide. sensory overload, what a hell of a time. gotta sensory overload, gotta free your mind, free your little mind, your little . . .

SLAVES
don't try to say that i threaten your freedom. we've done without for 20 years, so think if we really need 'em. we're all just slaves for the troop commanders. we're all slaves. we can blow up things better than in any country except this one. waiting for it too then you realize it ain't too much fun. we're in a country, democracy, supposed to be the best on the globe. living from the denoument lifted from the high class clones and we're all just slaves for the system masters. we're all slaves and we're all just slaves for the system masters. we're all slaves.

DRASTIC ACTIONS
heard a word, suicide, not from one, but from thousands that tried. the lawyer's wife and the teenage brat, one thing in common, they all wanted out. and it's plain to see. it goes for you and it goes for me, and all the screwed up little girls and boys all thrown in without a choice. but i heard him say, "i want out, no complaints and no doubts, just a chance to go on." i heard a word, suicide, and not from one, but from thousands that died. want some attention and a little less regret, a teenage fluff, little threat. and there are those, there are those who think that drastic actions will make them unique. it's really all the same, that no one's happy and nobody's to blame. and the moral to this story is old. it's quite taboo, seldom told. the seed is reaped before it's sown, a bad choice was never resolved.

WORLD WAR III
us government drew up plans. too much money, got the cash. break out ? staff is a fuckin' mess. they think they know it all. they're gonna die in the fireball. ? overrule ? play the fool all day. world war iii. forget ? i'll make us have another war. it doesn't matter what the people think. these days our president drinks: here i go i'll launch the bomb. it's headed straight for guam. unwrap the hidden truth into your little room. world war iii.

YESTERDAY
run, but don't be scared to look behind. stop, don't wait too long, make up your mind. the end is almost here, the sky, the air, so nice and clear, the sound of your decay, and the ringing in the air is the sweet debris of yesterday. there, now that you know it's not so bad. see, the good meet soon for lots of air. so if you try to enhance, we don't deserve another chance. just laugh along the way, and kiss your ass goodbye with a shadow dream of yesterday. yesterday, the good old days. yesterday, the way we used to play. yesterday, it just got worse and worse. yesterday, the future's been rehearsed. run, but don't be scared to look behind. stop, don't wait too long, make up your mind. the end is almost here, the sky, the air, so nice and clear, the sound of your decay, and the ringing in the air is the sweet debris of yesterday. yesterday. yesterday.

FROGGER
i'm tired of this city, all this toil and strife. trying to cross the boulevard, playing frogger with my life. frogger with my life. i'm tired of this city, all this toil and strife. trying to cross the boulevard, playing frogger with my life. frogger with my life. frogger with my life.

BAD RELIGION
see my body, it's nothing to get hung about. i'm nobody except genetic runaround. spiritual era's gone, it ain't comin' back. bad religion, a cabal, that is all that's left. hey mr. mind, stop wasting my time, with your factory precision. factory precision is your bad religion, too good to take. indecision, it's not too late. bad religion, bad religion. don't you know the place you live's a piece of shit? don't you know blind faith in life will conquer it? don't you know responsibility is ours? i don't care a think about eternal fires. listen this time, it's more than a rhyme, it's conjured up in lies. your indecision is your bad religion, too good to take. indecision, it's not too late. bad religion, too good to take. indecision, it's not too late. bad religion, bad religion, bad religion.

ALONG THE WAY
i refuse to abuse what is kind to the muse, but it's there and it's happening to me along the way. as we go through the snow, we cannot forget our foes, but the dinner's always waiting at the table along the way, yeah. what you see, not for me, isn't what you planned to be, but you'll have what you wanted in the end along the way. and we'll try as we cry and our brothers pass us by, to be strong through the ages of our tears along the way, yeah. now we grow as we show that the morals we must know will be shapen and mistaken by the falls along the way. but forget, don't regret, to find love and happiness unless you're willing to be strong when they are gone along the way. like tommy, you are free, and you will not follow me, until we see each other once more on the path along.

NEW LEAF
when everybody dies around you, from someone else's gun, it really makes you stop and think about the years to come. something good had to happen to the human race. we all had better stop hoping and set our heads on straight. you've gotta turn over a new leaf, cause that old one's turning on you. we've gotta turn over a new leaf. if the future's only hoped for, we are doomed. today is over, it's already shot, so we can think about ourselves. they keep on working on our nature, they're saying that can only help. start throwing out your pockets, keep what you really only need. save life and earth and water, there can't be any other need. you've gotta turn over a new leaf, cause that old one's turning on you. you've gotta turn over a new leaf. if the future's only hoped for, we are doomed. you've gotta turn over a new leaf, cause that old one's turning on you. we've gotta turn over a new leaf. and let your love come on through. you've gotta turn over a new leaf, cause that old one's turning on you. we've gotta turn over a new leaf, a new, a new, a new.

BAD RELIGION
see my body, it's nothing to get hung about. i'm nobody except genetic runaround. spiritual era's gone, it ain't comin' back. bad religion, a cabal, that is all that's left. hey mr. mind, stop wasting my time, with your factory precision. factory precision is your bad religion, too good to take. indecision, it's not too late. bad religion, bad religion. don't you know the place you live's a piece of shit? don't you know blind faith in life will conquer it? don't you know responsibility is ours? i don't care a think about eternal fires. listen this time, it's more than a rhyme, it's conjured up in lies. your indecision is your bad religion, too good to take. indecision, it's not too late. bad religion, too good to take. indecision, it's not too late. bad religion, bad religion, bad religion.

SLAVES
don't try to say that i threaten your freedom. we've done without for 20 years, so think if we really need 'em. we're all just slaves for the troop commanders. we're all slaves. we can blow up things better than in any country except this one. waiting for it too then you realize it ain't too much fun. we're in a country, democracy, supposed to be the best on the globe. living from the denoument lifted from the high class clones and we're all just slaves for the system masters. we're all slaves and we're all just slaves for the system masters. we're all slaves.

DRASTIC ACTIONS
heard a word, suicide, not from one, but from thousands that tried. the lawyer's wife and the teenage brat, one thing in common, they all wanted out. and it's plain to see. it goes for you and it goes for me, and all the screwed up little girls and boys all thrown in without a choice. but i heard him say, "i want out, no complaints and no doubts, just a chance to go on." i heard a word, suicide, and not from one, but from thousands that died. want some attention and a little less regret, a teenage fluff, little threat. and there are those, there are those who think that drastic actions will make them unique. it's really all the same, that no one's happy and nobody's to blame. and the moral to this story is old. it's quite taboo, seldom told. the seed is reaped before it's sown, a bad choice was never resolved.

AGAINST THE GRAIN

1.Modern Man
2.Turn on the Light
3.Get Off
4.Blenderhead
5.Positive Aspect of Negative Thinking
6.Anesthesia
7.Flat Earth Society
8.Faith Alone
9.Entropy
10.Against the Grain
11.Operation Rescue
12.God Song
13.21st Century Digital Boy
14.Misery and Famine
15.Unacceptable
16.Quality or Quantity
17.Walk Away

MODERN MAN
i've got nothing to say, i've got nothing to do, all of my neurons are functioning smoothly ,yet still i'm a cyborg just like you, i am one big myoma that thinks, my planet supports only me, i've got this one big problem: will i live forever? i've got just a short time to see, modern man, evolutionary betrayer, modern man, ecosystem destroyer, modern man, destroy yourself in shame, modern man, pathetic example of earth's organic heritage, when i look back and think, when i ponder and ask myself "why?", i see my ancestor spend with careless abandon, assuming eternal supply, modern man, evolutionary betrayer, modern man, ecosystem destroyer, modern man, destroy yourself in shame, modern man, pathetic example of earth's organic heritage, just a sample of carbon-based wastage, just a fucking tragic epic of you and i

TURN ON THE LIGHT
i had a friend who kept a candle in his pocket, he used to touch it when the wind was blowing high, i guess it made him feel like he could buck the system and when it flickered out we laid him down to die, turn on the light, turn on a million blinding brilliant white incendiary lights, (yeah) a beacon in the night, i'll burn relentlessly until my juice runs dry, (yeah) i'll construct a rack of tempered beams and trusses and equip it with a million tiny suns, i'll install upon the room of my compartment and place tinfoil on my floor and on my walls then i'll turn on the light, turn on a million blinding brilliant white incendiary lights, (yeah) a beacon in the night, i'll burn relentlessly until my juice runs dry, and i'll burn like a roman fucking candle burn like a chasm in the night burn for a miniscule duration, ecstatic immolation, incorrigible delight

GET OFF
lacivious, it's all that i can think of as i drag my feet, searching like diogenes, dangerous, the adjectives of the decade and of your alluring intricacies, yes i see your green-screen mentality, and i can feel the sting of its consequence, and i know i shouldn't, but it's too much to ignore and emotion i deplore, every time i look at you, i just want to do it, i can clench my fist right through it, but i just want to get off, rectilinear, this direction we've been heading never realizing we are on a runaway machine, angular, the momentum that does turn us one step further on our ladder, one more turn toward the east, i realize your green-screen mentality, and i know it's shared by many more, i know it's impossible but i'm damned to find a way to revolve the other way, every time i scrutinize i just say "screw it," we're on a ride down a blind conduit, and i just want to get off ah-ah-ah-ah (x3) off

BLENDERHEAD
flying through a dark prismatic tunnel on a carousel, the earth is turning and you know it very well, your mind is reeling like ten helicopters wheeling and you're gonna hit the ceiling like a mallet on a bell, hey, blender head, they're starting to ask questions, your transgressions are a danger flashing sign, challenge conventions and radiate your splendor and feel those flywheels turn your blender... head (yeah) tally up the gleaming ventured on a wishing well, each shining trinket has a story it can tell, your moments pining like those tales all intertwining can become the rusted lining of a deep neglected shell, hey, blender head, you ask so many questions, your confusion's a life-affirming sign, break from tradition and carry on with valor and feel those flywheels churn your blender... head (yeah)

POSITIVE ASPECTS OF NEGATIVE THINKING
let's gather 'round the carcass of the old deflated beast, we have seen it through the accolades and rested in its lea, syntactic is our elegance, incisive our disease, the swath endogenous of ourselves will be our quandary, we've nestled in its hollow and we've suckled at its breast, grandiloquent in attitude, impassioned yet inept, frivolous gavel our design, ludicrous our threat, excursive expeditons leave us holding less and less, so what does it mean? when we tell ourselves it's only for a while we've been deceived and it's only for a moment that the treasures of our day make life easier to complicate, the treasure thrown away, i'm so tired of all the fucked up minds of all the terrorist religions and their bullshit lines, of all the hand-me-downs from all industrial crimes all the weeping mothers and those who are led so blind, from the plastic protests and the hands of time and the pursuit of mirth and all hating kind

ANESTHESIA
everybody's talking about the girl who went and killed the delivery man, but she looks so kind and gentle, it just doesn't stand to reason, i saw her right there just the other night as stately as a slot machine, but when she looked my way something mad as hell came over me, anesthesia, mona lisa, i've got a little gun, here comes oblivion, i never loved you, how did you find me? the cops will never prove complicity now, anna.........., all good children go to heaven! i remember your face that august night when we lied about the beautiful time to come and that crazy old man who came much too late and caused a chain reaction, i've been hanging out here for eleven long years like a church mouse wondering where the cat as gone and looking at you now is driving me to distraction, anesthesia, mona lisa, i've got a little gun, here comes oblivion, i never loved you, how did you find me? the cops will never prove complicity now, anna.........., 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, all good children go to heaven!

FLAT EARTH SOCIETY
lie lie lie... lie lie lie... lie lie lie... lie lie lie... lie lie lie... lie lie lie... the full moon is rising over dark water and the fools below are picking up sticks and the man in the gallows lies permanently waiting for the doctors to come back and tend to him, the flat earth society is meeting here today, singing happy little lies, and the bright ship humana is sent far away with grave determination... and no destination, lie lie lie... lie lie lie... lie lie lie... lie lie lie... lie lie lie... lie lie lie... yeah, nothing feels better than a spray of clean water and the whistling of wind on a calm summer night but you better believe that down in their quarters the men are holding on for their dear lives, the flat earth society is somewhere far away, with their candlesticks and compasses and the bright ship humana is on its way with grave determination... and no destination, the flat earth society is meeting here today, singing happy little lies, and the bright ship humana is well on its way with grave determination... and no destination, lie lie lie... lie lie lie... lie lie lie... lie lie lie... lie lie lie... lie lie lie... (x infinity)

FAITH ALONE
heard a sermon from a creaky pulpit with no one in the nave, i paid a visit to the synagogue and i left there feeling blame, no one could tell me what to do, they had not the capacity to answer me, what the world needs now is some answers to our problems, we can't buy more time because our tender isn't valid, if your soul needs love you can get consoled by pity, but it looks as though faith alone won't sustain us anymore, watched the scientists throw up their hands conceding, "progress will resolve it all," saw the manufacturers of earth's debris ignore another green peace call, no one could tell me what to do, they had not the ability to answer me, what the world needs now is some accountability, we can't buy more time because time won't accept our money, if your soul needs love you can always have my pity, but it looks as though faith alone won't sustain us no more... what the world needs now is some answers to our problems, we can't buy more time because our tender isn't valid, what the world needs now is some accountability, if your soul needs love you can get consoled by pity, but faith alone won't sustain us anymore, faith alone won't sustain us anymore (round, x infinity)

ENTROPY
random blobs of power expressed as that which we all disregard, ordered states of nature on a scale which no one things about, don't speak to me of anarchy or peace or calm revolt, man, we're in a play of slow decay orchestrated by boltzmann, it's entropy, it's not a human issue, entropy, it's matter of course, entropy, energy at all levels, entropy, from it you cannot divorce and your pathetic moans of suffrage tend to lose all significance, extinction, degradation: the natural outcome of our ordered lives, power, motivation: temporary fixtures for which we strive, something in our synapses assures us we're ok but in our disequilibrium we simply cannot stay, it's entropy, it's not a human issue, entropy, it's matter of course, entropy, energy at all levels, entropy, from it you cannot divorce, a stolid proposition from a man unkempt as i, my affectatious nature i cannot rectify, but we are out of equilibrium unnaturally, a pang of consciousness at death and then you will agree it's entropy... entropy, it's matter of course, entropy, energy at all levels, entropy, from it you cannot divorce, entropy... (x4)

AGAINST THE GRAIN
three thousand miles of wilderness overcome by the flow, a lonely restitution of pavement, pomp and show, i seek a thousand answers, i find but one or two, i maintain no discomfiture, my path again renewed, against the grain, that's where i'll stay, swimming upstream, i maintain against the grain, here labelled as a lunatic, sequestered and content, there ignored and defeated by the government, there's an oriented public whose magnetic force will pull, but away from the potential of the individual, against the grain, that's where i'll stay, swimming upstream, i maintain against the grain, the flow is getting stronger with small increments of time and eddies of new ideas are increasingly hard to find, you need all that the other has, it's your right to seize the day but in all your acquisitions you will soon be swept away, against the grain, that's where i'll stay, swimming upstream, i maintain against the grain, there's a common consensus and an uncomfortable cheer, a reverberating chorus that anyone can hear, it sings "leave your cares behind you, just grab tenaciously," this lulling sense of purpose will destroy us rapidly, against the grain, that's where i'll stay, swimming upstream, i maintain against the grain, against the grain, against the grain, against the grain

OPERATION RESCUE
it is an s.o.s. sent out telepathically, signs of our distress don't allow complacency, we need restoration now of our integrity and a drastic bold reminder of our morality, the rectifying troop is here, the ones we've needed all these years to stop the heinous wrongdoings and verify our moral benevolence as a people operation, operation rescue, they're here to right our fall, they've heard a troubled call, operation, operation rescue, you wonder where they come from, but i just wonder why they're here at all, ya-ya-ya-ya-ya (x3) ya-ya-ya-ya life ever-after is what they're in business for, see them brandish the key to their kingdom's door, it's persuasive, it's a part of you and me but it's not overwhelming as they wish it to be, if no one believed in fairy tales, there's nothing they could do but fail yet everywhere we look someone is trying to reassure our moral benevolence as a people, operation, operation rescue, they're here to right our fall, they've heard someone's troubled call, operation, operation rescue, you wonder where they come from, but i just wonder what compels them all, operation, operation rescue, operation, operation rescue, you may wonder where they come from, but i just wonder what compels them all, ya-ya-ya-ya-ya (x3)

GOD SONG
and did those feet in ancient times trod on america's pastures of green? and did that anthropocentric godwane with their thoughts and beliefs all unseen? i don't think so, he's up there with the others laying low, vying with those, who you've traded your life to to bless your soul, have they told you how to think, cleansed your mined of sepsis and autonomy? or have you escaped from scrutiny, and regaled yourself with depravity? now we all see, "religion is just synthetic frippery, unnecessary in our expanding global cultural efficiency" now we all fear this impasse we have built to our future (ever so near), ever so near, and oh so austere

21ST CENTURY DIGITAL BOY
i can't believe it, the way you look sometimes, like a trampled flag on a city street, oh yeah, and i don't want it, the things you're offering me, symbolized bar code, quick id, oh yeah, 'cause i'm a 21st century digital boy, i don't know how to live but i've got a lot of toys, my daddy's a lazy middle class intellectual, my mommy's on valium, so ineffectual, ain't life a mystery? i can't explain it, the things they're saying to me, it's going yayayayayayaya, oh yeah, 'cause i'm a 21st century digital boy, i don't know how to read but i've got a lot of toys, my daddy's a lazy middle class intellectual, my mommy's on valium, so ineffectual, ain't life a mystery? i tried tell you about no control, but now i really don't know, and then you told me how bad you had to suffer, is that really all you have to offer? see i'm a 21st century digital boy, i don't know how to read but i've got a lot of toys, my daddy's a lazy middle class intellectual, my mommy's on valium, so ineffectual, that's what i yearn for (21st century digital boy), neurosurgeons scream for more (21st century digital boy), innocence raped with napalm fire (21st century digital boy), anything i want i really need (21st century digital boy), 21st century schitzoid boy (21st century digital boy), 21st century video boy (21st century digital boy), 21st century digital boy (21st century digital boy), 21st century sofa boy (21st century digital boy)... note: the first four lines in the last stanza are "stolen from king crimson"

MISERY AND FAMINE
so proud a history, replete with sanctity, orbs in their harmony, they sing their code to me, have you ever heard yourself, the orbit you are in? the terse, oppressive blanket that's instilled here by our spin, it's misery and famine, it's a force we cannot see, misery and famine, it compels us naturally, misery and famine, great ellipse, we bend to thee, misery and famine, just accept your vagrancy, others who bear no name, who feel that life's a game, my verse they will defame, we suffer all the same, they pay no regard to their position or their speed, but the firmament still covers them with its malevolent seed, it's misery and famine, it's a force we cannot see, misery and famine, it compels us naturally, misery and famine, great ellipse, we bend to thee, misery and famine, just accept your vagrancy, "you look for meaning in things no one comprehends, you feel no affinity to the rabble we're in," sources of inquiry have nothing to portend, they will perplex us all until the coming end, a feeling of despair, hungry and full of care, we resent everywhere the fortune that we share, "this world could be a better place" is a concept i condone, given our pathetic course our destiny is known, it's misery and famine, it's a force we cannot see, misery and famine, it compels us naturally, misery and famine, great ellipse, we bend to thee, misery and famine, just accept your vagrancy, misery and famine (x4)

UNACCEPTABLE
irreducible is the word for today, plastic compounds and nuclear waste, what the hell's the matter with the people on this planet? have we all gone insane? the stigma of industrial progress killing us over and over again, it's one part per trillion... unacceptable, one part per billion... unacceptable, one part per million... unacceptable, this mammoth pogrom set upon us courtesy of the usa, inexcusable are the men before our time, i'd like to kick their ass for what they left behind, cancer-causing chemicals, ozone-depleting arsenals, we're all gonna fry, so put your head between your legs and kiss your ass goodbye, one part per trillion... unacceptable, one part per billion... unacceptable, one part per million... unacceptable, one part per billion... unac(fucking)ceptable (x infinity)

QUALITY OR QUANTITY
offer me eternity, and i'll trade a cup of coffee and a time, looking for a handout on behalf of those who have so little time, but who wants to live on just 70 cents a day? padding your pockets doesn't make this a better place, "cereal and water" is a feast for some you say, your price-tag on existence can't cover your double face, quality or quantity (x3) a choice you have to make, dipping in the icing, bringing home the largest turkey from the field, breaking all the piggy banks, scooping up the booty, licking all the right holes, bolstering the payroll, why reduce life to a dollar amount per day? and why let the world think this is the american way? your uneaten greens are a feast for some you say, survival and living are concepts you can't equate, quality or quantity (x3) don't tell me they're the same, quality or quantity (x3) a choice you have to make,

WALK AWAY
shut off the tv and peel off those sunday gloves, and i'll stain the clean that you've been counting, old mr. fletcher passed by here today, after 40 years of toil he just up and walked away, fantastic the panic that showed in his eyes, he shrugged when i asked him about it, he said, "young man pay heed, you listen well to what i say, now there comes a time for a man to walk away," walk away (walk away) i'll be a parade, and i'll be determined that no one shall dissuade on my way (dissuade) i'll sure take some time, to burn all the bridges that i'm leaving behind, he passed by again and he was shivering from the cold, i'm not sure but i think he was trying, he told me about the weather and something old to pay, "but tomorrow," he said, "i'm gonna surely walk away," walk away (walk away) i'll be a parade, and i'll be determined that no one shall dissuade on my way (dissuade) i'll take my sweet time, and burn all the bridges that i leave behind, walk away (walk away) i'll be a parade, and i'll be determined that no one shall dissuade

NO CONTROL

1.Change Of Ideas
2.Big Bang
3.No Control
4.Sometimes I Feel Like
5.Automatic Man
6.I Want To Conquer The World
7.Sanity
8.Henchman
9.It Must Look Pretty Appealing
10.You
11.Progress
12.I Want Something More
13.Anxiety
14.Billy
15.The World Won't Stop

CHANGE OF IDEAS
well the sheaves have all been brought, but the fields have washed away, and the palaces now stand where the coffins all were laid, and the times we see ahead, we must glaze with rozy hues, for what don't wish to admit what it is we have to lose. millenia in coming, the modern age is here. it sanctifies the future, yet renders us with fear. so many theories, so many prophecies, what we do need is a change of ideas. when we are scared we can hide in our reveries but what we need is a change of ideas. change of ideas, change of ideas, what we need now is a change of ideas.

BIG BANG
this isn't another new fashion, or a new wave plastic trend. everybody's searching for something but in the meantime let's all just pretend. i've got this feeling and i don't know what it is. this room is overcrowded, man, and i need air to breathe, yeah. big bang, big crunch, you know there's no free lunch. kneel down and pray, here comes your judgment day. big crunch, you know, it's gonna be quite a show. what comes around always goes around, yeah. a million hopeless faces dwell within protected walls, all waiting for a moment in life when they can heed the clarion call. and it's all so oppressive my mind feels like a sieve. this city's overcrowded, man, and i need room to live. big bang, big crunch, you know there's no free lunch. kneel down and pray, here comes your judgment day. big crunch, you know, it's gonna be quite a show. what comes around always goes around, yeah. i think of the countless shadows that have all come and gone, all suffering in the notion of better things to come. if you share these beliefs you know i wish you well, 'cause there's no room left in heaven and there's sure no room in hell, yeah. big bang, big crunch, you know there's no free lunch. kneel down and pray, here comes your judgment day. big crunch, you know, it's gonna be quite a show. what goes around always comes around.

NO CONTROL
culture was the seed of proliferation but it's gotten melded into an inharmonic whole, to an inharmonic whole. consciousness has plagued us and we cannot shake it though we think we're in control, though we think we're in control. questions that besiege us in life are testament of our helplessness. there's no vestige of a beginning, no prospect of an end. when we all disintegrate it will all happen again, yeah. time is so rock solid in the minds of the hordes but they can't explain why it should slip away, explain why it should slip away. history and future are the comforts of our curiosity but here we are rooted in the present day, rooted in the present day questions that besiege us in life are testament of our helplessness. there's no vestige of a beginning, no prospect of an end. when we all disintegrate it will all happen again, yeah. if you came to conquer, you'll be king for a day, but you too will deteriorate and quickly fade away. and believe these words you hear when you think your path is clear... we have no control. we have no control. we have no control, we do not understand. you have no control, you are not in command. you have no control. we have no control. no control. no control. you have no control. note: the "there's no vestige..." line is from hutton, 1795. so there.

SOMETIMES IT FEELS LIKE...
there's a specter in the corner of an illustrated page and a lonesome muted stripling with a rapt remedial gaze. the poverty of his language and the wealth of his emotion bring him endless murky musings and unexpected frustration angst and madness weave the fabric of his life. tomorrow might be better but right now it feels like ... there's a panther wild and proud behind the doors of a redolent cage, and an underdeveloped intellect filled with impotent and static rage. and don't think you're exempt if you earn good weekly wages, 'cause you're neighbor's going crazy and insanity's contagious. i know there's so much you want to say but your tongue gets in the way and sometimes it feels like ... i know there's so much you want to say and the tumbrel of your mind gets in the way. it's the same for everybody to degrees. we all get that foggy freeze and sometimes it feels like ...

AUTOMATIC MAN
he's the latest superhero with powers so profound. he can leap a dotted line in just a single bound. i know you must have seen him in books and magazines. he's the quintessential mindless modern epicine. his life is meaningful because he gets things done. bang bang he's dead, chalk up another triumph for our hero, the automatic man. it's true you must have met him, he's your best friend and your foe. his opinions are determined by the status quo. a true creature of habit, he smokes three packs a day. when he has an original thought, he forgets it right away. he's a paradigm of carefree living. he's our mentor, disturb him if you can. he's the answer if your peace of mind is lacking. he's our savior, he is the common man. so if you are troubled by the daily bump and grind, then take a careful look around and brother you will find... the automatic man.

I WANT TO CONQUER THE WORLD
hey brother christian with your high and might errand, your actions speak so loud, i can't hear a word you're saying. hey sister bleeding heart with all of your compassion, your labors soothe the hurt but can't assuage temptation. hey man of science with your perfect rules of measure, can you improve this place with the data that you gather? hey mother mercy can your loins bear fruit forever? is your fecundity a trammel or a treasure? and i want to conquer the world, give all the idiots a brand new religion, put an end to poverty, uncleanliness and toil, promote equality in all my decisions with a quick wink of the eye and a "god you must be joking!" hey mr. diplomat with your worldly aspirations, did you see the children cry when you left them at the station? hey moral soldier you've got righteous proclamation, and precious tomes to fuel your pulpy conflagrations. and i want to conquer the world, give all the idiots a brand new religion, put an end to poverty, uncleanliness and toil, promote equality in all of my decisions i want to conquer the world, expose the culprits and feed them to the children, i'll do away with air pollution and then all save the whales, we'll have peace on earth and global communion. i want to conquer the world! (x4)

SANITY
there's a watch in my pocket and its hands are broken. the face is blank but the gears are turning. confusion is a fundamental state of mind. it doesn't really matter what i'm figuring out. i'm guaranteed to wind up in a state of doubt and sanity is a full-time job in a world that is always changing, and sanity is a state of mind that you believe in, sanity. there's a shadow on the wall where the paint is peeling. my body's moving forward but my mind is reeling. depression is a fundamental state of mind. it doesn't really matter how my day has turned out. i always end up living in this world of doubt and sanity is a full-time job in a world that is always changing, and sanity will make you strong if you believe in sanity. and sanity is a full-time job in a world that is always changing, and sanity is a state of mind that you believe in, sanity.

HENCHMAN
strandedin a life in which your struggle for acceptanceis a never-ending chore, upbraidedfor your actions past and present and rewarded for the ideas of the future's bright open door.the henchman is the human analogue of the suffering multitudes who like good dogs sit and lick for their reward. so what good advice have i got for you to insure against your likely metamorphosis into this reprobate? don't be a henchman, stand on your laurels, do what no one else does and praise the good of other men for good man's sake. and when everyone else in the world follows your lead (although a cold day in hell it will surely be) that's when the entire world shall live in harmony.

IT MUST LOOK PRETTY APPEALING
the wheat waving next to you is healthy and so fine, as is dinner with your loved ones every day. but your routine is changeless through the decades of your life, green pastures, open spaces, holy ways. and it must looks pretty appealing, the crowded festive nights and the millions of others just like you. yeah it must look pretty appealing, this other world of sin. we keep dreaming of what other people do. the person sitting next to you is dismal and deranged on the bus ride home from work to end your day. and the food on your table is more plastic than protein, and your intellect depends on your tv. and it must look pretty appealing the pastoral retreat, and the few pleasant people just like you. yeah it must look pretty appealing, the simple way of life. we keep dreaming of what other people do. but we never do what other people do. you're too scared of other people not like you.

YOU
there's a place where everyone can be happy. it's the most beautiful place in the whole fucking world. it's made of candy canes and planes and bright red choo-choo trains, and the meanest little boys and the most innocent little girls, and you know i wish that i could got there. it's a road that i have not found. and i wish you the best of luck, dear. drop a card or letter to my side of town. because there's no time for fussing and fighting my friend, but baby i'm amazed at the hate that you can send and you... painted my entire world. but i... don't have the turpentine to clean what you have soiled. and i won't forget it.there's a place where everyone can be right, even though you remain determined to be opposed. admittance requires no qualifications: it's where everyone has been and where everybody goes. so please try not to be impatient, for we all hate standing in line. and when the farm is good and bought, you'll be there without a thought, and eternity, my friend, is a long fucking time. because there's no time for fussing and fighting my friend, but baby i'm amazed at the hate that you can send and you... painted my entire world. but i... don't have the turpentine to clean what you have soiled. and i won't forget it.

PROGRESS
and progress is not intelligently planned; it's the facade of our heritage, the odor of our land. they speak of progress, in red, white and blue. it's the structure of the future as demise comes seething through. it's progress, 'til there's nothing left to gain, as the dearth of new ideas makes us wallow in our shame. so before you go contribute more to the destruction of this world you adore, remember life on earth is but a flash of dawn we're all part of it as the day rolls on. and progress is a message that we send. one step closer to the future, one inch closer to the end. i say that progress is a synonym of time. we are all aware of it but it's nothing we refine, and progress is a debt we all must pay. its convenience we all cherish, its pollution we disdain and the cutting edge is dulling, too many folks to plow through. just keep your fucking distance and it can't include you.it's progress, 'til there's nothing left to gain, it's progress, it's a message that we send.and progress is a debt we all must pay.

I WANT SOMETHING MORE
going through a world of sad debris,regard quixoitic reveries of ownership: the blossoming disease of man called tenure and accretion, the ancient western treadmill of deception and derision. but i want something more.racing through a life of tragic wastage, i experience the loss of trust and innocence. the billowing cyclone of time has blown away our reasons as we trudge like blind men forward trying to avoid collision. but i want something... more.

ANXIETY
it's a love song to the self, a story recapped every day, it's a world of bogus feelings and a world of slow decay, it's a world of laughter hidden by this world of fear and torment, it's a game of strange compulsion, our visceral convulsion: anxiety for love of life, anxiety for pain, anxiety, a feeling that you know you can't contain. anxiety destroys us but it drives the common man. foundation of society, anxiety. suppress it if you can. the caste of coffee achievers didn't perform like they planned. the morning rush hour traffic is our play of false elan. so run around your frantic track and lay you down to sleep; tomorrow's the redemption, we strive for that exception. anxiety for love of life, anxiety for pain, anxiety, a fear that you have nothing more to gain. anxiety destroys us but it drives the common man. foundation of society, anxiety. suppress it if you can. what are we angry for? we all need a common cure. that common goal for which you strive: to have more than the other (have more than the other) guy. the quest for truth, the quest for gold, yeah, we end up all the same the common lie, the righteous cry, we end up all the same. the angry crowd, those lost and found, everybody's all the same. the poet's pen, these words i lend, we all bend to anxiety for love of life, anxiety for pain, anxiety, a feeling that you know you can't contain. anxiety destroys us but it drives the common man. foundation of society, anxiety.

BILLY
i can recall the warm youth of a summer day, yeah: the sweetest lemonade, the darkest game arcade, and billy had a yearning in the corner of his mind. it moved him secretly. it moved him powerfully. but prescience was lacking and the present was not all and his aptitudes were carelessly wasted. and challenging life with the abandon of a fool, he squandered the hours of his day. then darkness and disorder slapped him sharply in the face, yeah. it hit him like a friend, struck something deep within. he couldn't break the chain of slow decay that seemed to drag him just like a fatal tie toward the other side. and billy was a lunatic, just barking at the moon, and his brain was totally wasted. he then exchanged his friends for a needle and a spoon and he threw his future away. bolt the door and throw away the key. your dim reflection is all that you can see. so where is the justice when no one is at fault and a human life is tragically wasted? how fragile is the flame that burns within us all to light each passing day?

THE WORLD WON'T STOP WITHOUT YOU
you've got to quit your little charade and join the freak parade now that your road has been paved from conception to your grave. enormous things to do, others' practices to eschew, to be better than you is impossible to do, but the world won't stop without you. no, the world won't stop without you. your achievements are unsurpassed, you are highly-ordered mass, but you can bet your ass your free energy will dissipate. two billion years thus far, now mister here you are, an element in a sea of enthalpic organic compounds. the world won't stop without you. the world won't stop without you. you're only as elegant as your actions let you be a piece of chaos related phylogenetically to every living organ system, we're siblings, don't you see? the earth rotates and will revolve without you constantly. two billion years thus far, now mister here you are, an element in a sea of enthalpic organic compounds. the world won't stop without you. no, the world won't stop without you. i said the world won't stop without you.

SUFFER

1.You Are (The Government)
2.1000 More Fools
3.How Much is Enough?
4.When?
5.Give you Nothing
6.Land of Competition
7.Forbidden Beat
8.Best for You
9.Suffer
10.Delirium of Disorder
11.Part II (The Numbers Game)
12.What Can you Do?
13.Do What You Want
14.Part IV (The Index Fossil)
15.Pessimistic Lines

YOU ARE (THE GOVERNMENT)
hey sit down and listen and they'll tell you when you're wrong eradicate but vindicate as "progress" creeps along puritan work ethic maintains its subconscious edge as old glory maintains your consciousness there's a loser in the house and a puppet on a stool and a crowded way of life and a black reflecting pool and as the people bend, the moral fabric dies then country can't pretend to ignore its people's cries you are the government you are jurisprudence you are the volition you are jurisdiction and i make a difference too

1000 MORE FOOLS
i heard them say that the meek shall reign on earth phantasmal myriads of sane bucolic birth i've seen the rapture in a starving baby's eyes inchoate beatitude, the lord of the flies so what does it mean when your mind starts to stray? kaleidoscopic images of love on the way brother, you'd better get down on your knees and pay 1000 more fools are being born every fucking day they try to tell me that the lamb is on the way with microwave transmissions they bombard us everyday the masses are osequious, contented in their sleep the vortex of their minds ensconsed within the murky deep

HOW MUCH IS ENOUGH?
tell me can the hateful chain be broken production and consumption define our hollow lives avarice lead us 'cross the ocean toward a land that's better, much more bountiful and wide when will mankind finally come to realize his surfeit has become his demise? how much is enough to kill oneself? that quantity is known today as we blow ourselves away tell me is there anything so sure? rapacity, tenacity, capacity, for more! like a dog that feeds until he suffers, the infirmity of man is brought on by his selfish cure

WHEN?
i've seen a lot of things in 5 years, i struggle just to hold back the tears but every fuckin' where i go, i see the pathos that, i know, will spell the termination of us all someone's got to tell me, do you see that teverything around you has a hidden tragedy? seeds of happiness have never found a place to grow and our generation doesn't know when, when will you try to change the logarithmic face of kissing things goodbye? when will you know that human life is so short and death is oh so slow? i've tried to make things make sense but i can't i'm happy just to watch them all and laugh and if you think you've got it made just revel in your selfish ways 'cuz when the world stops turning so will you!

TOM CLEMENT
hey, everybody's looking but they never can see all the angst, corruption, and the dishonesty think about the times and places you've never known you're a man-swarm atom and yet you're alone so i give you me, i give you nothing! so you've got a place that you can call all your own but you make a habit of carrying the stone look around and ask someone if you are alive you're a sidewalk cipher speaking prionic jive respectable , despicable, it seems all the same, now we realize that we have nothing to say if your reserve is weak, audacity complete, ask yourself again "do i deserve much from them?" no!

LAND OF COMPETITION
see, theres a girl who's afraid of the world so she stays at home next there's a boy who seems so lost in his joy he's all alone the camera's on them, they're in the land of competition southern california air feeds them and they know they're the best cuz of the way they are dressed but you can bet you are not welcome in their home see there's a girl who sits and watches the world from her blue screen also a boy who truly wants to destroy his hometown scene they both want to travel to the land of competition southern california will destory them and they won't be the best, they'll be the poseurs who dress like the plastic idiots who they copy tell me what do you need to make you happy? indeed is it out of your reach? beware of number one, see all the damage it has done there are so few of them, you won't find too many in the land of competition southern california doesn't breed them if you just want the best, turn to yourself for the rest and forget about the ones who "have it all"

FORBIDDEN BEAT
there was a boy who had too many toys and an ache inside of his bones he sought extrication thorugh chemical vocation and now he answers to jones it's deadly and alluring, the sound of pounding heat enslaving all who dare succumb to temptations of the forbidden beat thinking, today, of what i want to say thinking of inhibition and vice what they call straight i do relegate as i cautiously saltate along it thunders away at first light of each and the simpleton lifestyle evolves but soon enters dusk as the last surrey rusts and a new day, upon us, results

BEST FOR YOU
above us lay the burdens, below us lay the truth we're somewhere in the middle, and we're all discontent too is someone watching over you? inside, they know what's best for you judgement's not tomorrow, it's today (yes, now it's here) but no it isn't jesus, take a look at all your peers, they're all looking down on you, inside they know what's best for you everybody knows what's best for you everybody knows what's best for you everybody knows what's best for you everybody knows what's best for you....

SUFFER
did you ever see the concrete stares of everyday? the lunatic, the hypocrite are all lost in the fray can;t you see their lives are just like yours an unturned stone, an undiscovered door leading to the gift of hope renewed, eternity for you the masses of humanity have always had to suffer the business man whose master plan controls the world each day is blind to indications of his specie's slow decay people blow their minds they choose to resign this deformed society is part of the design it'll never go away it's in the cards that way the masses of humanity will always, always have to suffer!!

DELIRIUM OF DISORDER
life is the sieve through which my anarchy strains resolving itself into works chaos is the score upon which reality is written the timeless, swirling gyroscopic horde delirium of disorder i am just an atom in an ectoplasmic sea without direction or a reason to exist the anechoic nebula rotating in my brain is persuading me, contritely, to persist

PART II (THE NUMBERS GAME)
it's superfictial progress, they call it liberation which opiates of silicon, big brother schemes to rule the nation we're one nation under god, we stand above the rest with mighty high technology, we're never second best our speciality is infiltration! so pack your bags you third world nation, victory through domination the trepidation throngs, all fear the big eye in the sky the government observes them with their own electric eye automatons, illiterates and indigents of every shape and size don't stop but aid this cruel crusade participate in their own demise prepare yourself for subjugation victory thorugh domination!

WHAT CAN YOU DO?
so you waste another day, getting older and gray in the head and you're hearing lots of stories 'bout the happy times you have ahead there are other folks in power so you kick back and get farther behind and although the world rotates itself the only thing you twist is your mind you see the world's falling apart at the rifts and surprisingly, the leaders can't make any sense of it you mean nothing to the world we're all someone'e else's fool but oh what can you do? "yeah you waste your time with losers if you get stuck in a rock and roll band" do you find it more rewarding to compete with morons throughout this land? they seem to be in power so i kick back and get farther behind and i watch them as they fuck up every good thing on this earth with their minds

DO WHAT YOU WANT
hey, do what you want but don't do it around me idleness and dissipation breed apathy i sit on my ass all goddamn day a misanthropic anthropoid with nothing to say what you must, do all you can break all the fucking rules and go to hell with superman and die like a champion hey, i don't know if the bllions will survive but i'll believe in god when 1+1=5 my moniker is man, and i'm rotten to the core i'll tear down the building just to pass through the door!!

PART FOUR (THE INDEX FOSSIL)
we're widespread and well fed the earth's rotating fate is in our head we're dominant and prominent and all our dieties omnipotent and immortality is in our mastermind and we destroy everything we can find, and tomorow, when the human clock stops and the world stops ticking, we'll be an index fossil buried in our own debris we're listless, promiscuous, and life to us is either hit or miss, we're savoir faire and deboner and things we do are done with pride and care

PESSIMISTIC LINES
so here we are again to experience the bitter, scalding end and we're the only ones who can perceive it but others sing of beauty and the story that has unfolded as one that deserves praise and ritual my pessimistic lines, your superstitious lives, and the modern ages lives won't absolve you and the professional truth and the dear clairvoyant youth and of course, the nightly news will deceive you (watch out)

INTO THE UNKNOWN

1.It's Only Over When...
2.Chasing the Wild Goose
3.Billy Gnosis
4.Time and Disregard
5.The Dichotomy
6.Million Days
7.Losing Generation
8....You Give Up

IT'S ONLY OVER WHEN...
you never know that feeling till you try that healing feeling can turn you all about and you can see the second wave of life that losers triangle sets you down and out don't misread don't mislead you could be your only friend but when the hammer comes down and you don't hear a sound you can look all around and see... that it's only over when you give up!

CHASING THE WILD GOOSE
there was a man who banged his head against a wall he banged for 20 years, the damn thing wouldn't fall he left an honest life he left a broken wife he left it all behind, just to see what he could find millions and millions chase the wild goose tonight to conquer loneliness they'll chase it all their lives and when they find it they can just lay down and die it seems the game is mostly pointless in the presence of the prize. there was a woman who had a man as cold as ice he built four walls so strong and he kept her locked inside she harbored loneliness her husband couldn't guess that she'd take off her dress and kill herself without a mess.

BILLY GNOSIS
a crack developed and a name blew in billy gnosis, weak and thin he moved to california to start a new life because back in his hometown he just killed his wife oh billy can't remember his name billy gnosis was going insane and soaked in blue light he played and played i can still hear the sound he made... billy burned his phone and blew up his car he sat and watched tv and played the guitar and read a book that made his head spin how could he have known that there were worms within? and the worms ate into his brain through his eyes and through his ears they came they made a home so they could multiply and feed on billy's chemicals in paradise.

TIME AND DISREGARD
part one from the bird and the deer who live on the same to the condominiums that litter the plain it took time... time and disregard from the green and the trees that shot high in the air to the high-business market-men who take all that's there it took time... time and disregard part two one more acre, another tree "it's all untamed, of course it's free" one more acre, it seems no one cares "another great chance to put a building there" part three i used to roam, wherever i would i'd see my friends and i'd eat what i could we did live together in our borderless state survival our instinct, nature our fate today i see borders and my friends disappear man chooses my fate thus i live in fear tomorrow the trucks come i've nowhere to run my home is destroyed so they can have fun. part four from the wild natural wonderland from which we all came to the cement and metal that lost all the game it took time... time and disregard..........

THE DICHOTOMY
hey did you find the pieces your mentor left behind? and did you care, did you trade his genius for your despair? did you walk the line? did you see the mongrels on either side? did greasy fingers grasp for pieces of your mind?

MILLION DAYS
when you're sitting alone, frown and groan over your bad day when you're laughing with peers forget your years, then be on your way but don't forget, all the while that you've crossed the social mile and a million days is worth one good laugh but don't forget, all the while that you've crossed the social mile and a million days is worth one good laugh.

LOSING GENERATION
the systems of life hum accordingly every day, every year, every century but, everywhere humans go things get worse can't you tell through the smoke in the dirty city the jungle was once a tranquil hideaway for the kind of trees and the mountains themselves but man those things sell a million dollars a pound cut them up, dry them out, good display for the shelves why can't we just leave them alone? who is the animal? who is that dangerous beast? why were the other ones made? i know it wasn't just for our feast and now they're down to 250 lone souls they're a breed of a losing generation it seems the killers are ourselves so you know who to blame it was man with his plan and his frightening greed i don't think we'll ever leave them alone.

...YOU GIVE UP
so... you've given it all you can and your life is in the garbage can and you say you're tired and dry cuz your mind won't let you cry so you hang up what is left inside and you want to kiss it all goodbye you're lost in space, you're swirling ever higher you're lost on your own, you're too far from home you're no one's friend, you gave it your best try yeah! you're stuck in the drone, of being alone. you turn to light, but all you get is darkness your head turns to stone, your numbness has grown you're stuck inside your little world of rejects the good world unknown, you're stuck in the drone.

BHOW COULD HELL BE ANY WORSE?

1.We're Only Gonna Die
2.Latch Key Kids
3.Part III
4.Faith In God
5.Fuck Armageddon... This Is Hell
6.Pity
7.In The Night
8.Damned To Be Free
9.White Trash (2nd Generation)
10.American Dream
11.Eat Your Dog
12.Voice Of God Is Government
13.Oligarchy
14.Doing Time

WE'RE ONLY GONNA DIE
early man walked away as modern man took control. their minds weren't all the same, to conquer was his big goal, so he built his great empire and slaughtered his own kind, then he died a confused man, killed himself with his own mind. go! we're only gonna die from our own arrogance.

LATCH KEY KIDS
in this world today there ain't nobody to thank, just blame it on the kids and toss 'em into the tank. and if they yell for justice we'll hide them from the light so that when they learn the truth they won't be scared of the night. (1, 2, 3, 4) put the key in the hole when you get home from school. i'll be home by 8:30, your father will too. if you cause any trouble then i don't want to see, 'cause you'll go straight to bed and you won't have no tv.

PART III
the final page is written in the books of history, as man unleashed his deadly bombs and sent troops overseas to fight a war which can't be won and kills the human race, a show of greed and ignorance, man's quest for dominance. they say when a mistake is made, a lesson can be learned. but this time, there's no turning back, the hate engulfs the world. a million lives are lost each day, a city slowly burns, a mother holds her dying child, but no one is concerned!

FAITH IN GOD
it's all right to have faith in god but when you bend to their rules and their fucking lies that's when i start to have pity on you. you're living on a mound of dirt, but you can't explain your reason for existence so you blame it on god. so much hatred in this world and you can't decide who's pulling the strings so you figure it's god. your whole life foreshadows death and you finally realize you don't want to die alone so you'll always have god. it's all right to have faith in god but when you bend to their rules and their fucking lies that's when i start to have pity on you. it's all right to have faith in god but when you bend to their rules and their fucking lies that's when i start to have pity on you. there's people in the world today who say they're jewish, christian and such, they're all ignorant fools. they'll tell you you can't have your own way unless you pay money and dedicate your life or you'll be damned in hell. don't be feeble like all of them, you have your own brain full of thoughts and choices, so use it don't let them use you. it's all right to have faith in god but when you bend to their rules and their fucking lies that's when i start to have pity on you.

FUCK ARMAGEDDON... THIS IS HELL
there's people out there that say i'm no good, 'cause i don't believe the things that i should, and when the final conflict comes, i'll be so sorry i did wrong, and hope and pray that our lord god will think i'm good. countries manufacture bombs and guns to kill your brother for something that he hasn't even done. smog is ruining my lungs, but they aren't sorry they've done wrong, they hide behind their lies that they're helping everyone. in the end the good will go to heaven up above, the bad will perish in the depths of hell. how can hell be any worse when life alone is such a curse? fuck armageddon, this is hell we're living in the denoument of the battle's gripping awe, so what's the use of being good to satisfy them all? how could hell be any worse? life alone is such a curse! fuck armageddon, this is hell

PITY
i show pity on the human race, on the ignorant plenty who devote their lives to an icon that they've never known. i show pity on eons past, when early man started the first civilization and human aggression was born. i show pity on the future to come, when the government system will be omnipotent and we'll be worse off... than we are now! pity, pity, on the billions of ignorant people. pity, pity, on the masses of aggression. pity, pity, on the future centuries to come, on the billions of ignorant people, on the future centuries to come, on the masses of aggression. it's all a matter of looking at the past. it's all a question, are we gonna last? if we endure the aggression that's inside all of us we'll wipe out our own species and thus... the world! pity! pity on... on the masses of aggression, on the billions of ignorant people, on the future centuries to come, on the masses of ignorant people, on the future centuries to come.

IN THE NIGHT
in the city, the day is too hot and you're hoping for relief, 'cuz your head is filled with pain, but you get no relief, 'cuz the night is the same... in the night, in the night you see through jaded eyes. in the night, in the night you feel barely alive. you live your life in darkness, you've got pennies on your eyes. but you say that it's all right, 'cuz you've never lived a lie, as you crawl back to your womblike existence in the night. in the night, in the night you see through jaded eyes. in the night, in the night you feel barely alive. you can't see no light, but you hear those heavy footsteps, and the little man inside twists your tormented mind. your mind is filled with shadows, your palms are wet with sweat. limbs are bound and tangled in a fatal net. there are two things you can do. one is turn and fight. the other's run headlong into the night. in the night, in the night you see through jaded eyes. in the night, in the night you feel barely alive. you can't see no light, but you hear those heavy footsteps, and the breathing at your side, is it yours, or is it good bye!

DAMNED TO BE FREE
death and the shadow that it casts on life scares me little or none. people tell me of a divine right and the happy chosen one. i'm a freak 'cause my morals clash with others in the world. i go home while they work hard, then they same i'm wrong. there's only one place to be, while living with tragedy. if their sins affected me, i gotta be damned to be free. freedom is responsibility, pay more than it's worth. instincts tells us not to die, hazy myth since birth. learn their rules, play their game, deceive yourself in haste. turn your own brain into dust; it's not theirs to waste. there's only one place to be, while living with tragedy. extract the nectar, burn the tree, i gotta be damned to be free thinking... this world it ain't so bad. dying... it's just another fad. working... 8 hours, that's not for me. dying... it's just your destiny.

WHITE TRASH (2ND GENERATION)
wasted children, fixed blank eyes, blood and sweat, we socialize broken homes from which they come, beer-stained dad, compliant mom. fear and love, much despised, replaced by comfortable lies. teenage classic, more cliche, one step further on the edge of decay. white trash, 2nd generation, white trash, 2nd generation, white trash, 2nd generation, don your crown and cleanse the nation. are you ready to fight for your morality? right wing allies, white supremacy. pretty fascist on the tube draped in red and white and blue white trash, 2nd generation, stupid foibles, indignation offspring of suburban fright, pearl-white creatures of the night white trash, 2nd generation, white trash, 2nd generation, white trash, 2nd generation, don your crown and cleanse the nation. stiff blue collar, coat and tie, brand new breeds side by side. christian ethic, right extremes, shoved down our throat as the american dream. white trash, 2nd generation, stupid foibles, indignation offspring of suburban fright, pearl-white creatures of the night white trash, 2nd generation, white trash, 2nd generation, white trash, 2nd generation, don your crown and cleanse the nation. white trash, 2nd generation, white trash, 2nd generation, white trash, 2nd generation, don your crown and cleanse the nation.

AMERICAN DREAM
i hate my family, hate my school, speed limits and the golden rule. hate people who aren't what they seem, more than anything else, american dream. american dream's gonna swallow you whole, it's bursting at the seam, it'll sweep you away, so enjoy it today, tomorrow you'll be old thus useless. american dream... american dream.... american dream, that's ok, 'cause no one dare give you away. i hate my job, i hate your god, i hate hypocrites and common slobs. hate people who aren't what they seem, more than anything else, american dream. promise me today i'll have a chevrolet, with whitewalls on the side, one boy, one girl, comfortable lies the american dream... american dream... american dream, that's ok, 'cause no one dare give you away. american dream! (bleah!)

EAT YOUR DOG
weak and sick, dying in the sand, no such thing as a promised land. don't lose faith in a better life--reincarnation, poor excuse. you're dying you assholes, your religion can't help you now. dying and starving in the fields you used to plow. rotting bones in your barren fields. worshipped creature's supposed to heal. he won't save you and he won't save me. see what you want to see. hindu religion in the mind of a working joe, starving and dying in the fields you used to know. you're tied and bound to a god's useless advice. bloated stomachs from aching diseases hold back the fight. in the end you'll return once more to die again. go on 'til you can't no more in non-eternal sin.

VOICE OF GOD IS GOVERNMENT
neighbors, no one loves you like he loves you, and no one cares like he cares. neighbors, let us join today in the holy love of god and money, because neighbors, no one loves you like he loves you. and what better way to show your love than to dig deep into your pockets. dig real deep, until it hurts. alleviate your guilt, free yourself once again, because he gave to you, brothers and sisters. please give a 10, 25, or 50 dollar tax-deductible donation, and i assure you your modest pledge will be used to censor tv and radio, ban questionable books, and contribute to many other godly services. no longer will young christian americans hedonistically indulge in masochistic submission to rhythmic music, for with your monetary support, there is no end to what we can achieve in this country. the voice of god is government. the voice of god is government. the voice of god is government. in god we trust, sinners repent! (1,2,3,4) can't you see what we believe in, all our thoughts, all our reasons, pursuit of life and liberty and happiness we cannot see? speak of truth with a mighty voice, but politics are your real choice. hire men to change the law, protect and serve with one small flaw. voice of god is government. the voice of god is government. voice of god is government. in god we trust, sinners repent! if we shun god and jesus christ, religious love is sacrifice. love for god is shown in cash, the love they send is mailbox trash. with every pamphlet we receive, more money asked for godly needs. build a million dollar church, with money spent on god's research. voice of god is government. the voice of god is government. voice of god is government. in god we trust, sinners repent! on late night tv, god can heal, a certain force you cannot feel. love for money in god's name, religion's now a tv game! build a million dollar church, with money spent on god's research. build a million dollar church, with money spent on god's research. voice of god is government. the voice of god is government. voice of god is government. in god we trust, sinners repent! yeah! voice of god is government. the voice of god is government. voice of god is government. in god we trust, sinners repent!

OLIGARCHY
presidential election every four years but neither man we can see or hear urgent cries for society but he can't see the blood on me do you see? do you see too much for me? try that with our oligarchy, try that with our oligarchy oligarchy, oligarchy

DOING TIME
see the fight, old men crying, deny their ruin. watch them try. the cynic laughs at the optimist's closed eyes. darkness falls, curtain calls, the cynic's beer soon overflows. other watches, has a drink, and from the same cup, they drink i'm doin' time, how long i don't know. william had 26, blew his brains out, now look at him. john had only one, watch the mother mourn her only son. i'm doin' time, how long i don't know. i'll kiss goodbye my brain and body and go to sleep for generations. and go to sleep for generations. salvation: cease concentration. you'll only lose the fight. don't tell me what's wrong or right! you're losing sight. you're just gonna die anyway!

BAD RELIGION

1.Bad Religion
2.Politics
3.Sensory Overload
4.Slaves
5.Drastic Actions
6.World War III

BAD RELIGION
see my body, it's nothing to get hung about. i'm nobody except genetic runaround. spiritual era's gone, it ain't comin' back. bad religion, a cabal, that is all that's left. hey mr. mind, stop wasting my time, with your factory precision. factory precision is your bad religion, too good to take. indecision, it's not too late. nad religion, bad religion. ay! don't you know the place you live's a piece of shit? don't you know blind faith in life will conquer it? don't you know responsibility is ours? i don't care a think about eternal fires. listen this time, it's more than a rhyme, it's your indecision. your indecision is your bad religion, too good to take. indecision, it's not too late. bad religion, too good to take. indecision, it's not too late. bad religion, bad religion, bad religion.

POLITICS
economy, technology, doesn't really work. can't try running for government, i'm not a jerk! i've tried to see these faces all around the way you're lucky if they listen to a single word you say. what is right and what is wrong? the government decides. you don't have no rights at all, as long as you don't fight. we're all being oppressed by the upper middle class. the government you vote for is the one that you put there. i've put down enough dues, i'm due and so are you. residents fear the president, i'm not the government we ignore the masses of the whole entire race. men in suits ? without a happy face economy, technology, doesn't really work. can't try running for government, just another jerk. i've tried to see these faces all around the way you're lucky if they listen to a single word you say.

SENSORY OVERLOAD
they're all just suicides, in a social way. i'll never need that dormant time, i'll tell you why. 'cause i think about it all the time, i think about ? i am ? sensory ? you i don't know why, trust me, it's bleeding me, i don't know why, god, it's social suicide. sensory overload, what a hell of a time. gotta sensory overload, gotta free your little mind, free your little mi-i-mind. oh! go! 'cause i think about ? i think about ? think about playing these games for real. i wanna write down all the things i feel. don't wanna hide from the things i hear. i don't know why, trust me, oh god it's bleeding me, i don't know, god, it's social suicide. sensory overload, what a hell of a time. gotta sensory overload, gotta free your mind, free your little mi-i-mind, your little....

SLAVES
don't try to say that i threaten your freedom we've done without for 20 years, so think if we really need 'em we're all just slaves for the troop commanders we're all slaves we can blow up things better than in any country except this one. waiting for it too then you realize it ain't too much fun. we're in a country, democracy, supposed to be the best on the globe. living ? for the high class clones and we're all just slaves for the troop commanders we're all slaves and we're all just slaves for the troop commanders we're all slaves

DRASTIC ACTIONS
heard a word, suicide, not from one, but from thousands that tried. the lawyer's wife and the teenage brat, one thing in common, they all wanted out. and it's plain to see. it goes for you and it goes for me, and all the screwed up little girls and boys all thrown in without a choice. but i heard him say, "i want out, no complaints and no doubts, just a chance to go on." i heard a word, suicide, and not from one, but from thousands that died. want some attention and a little less regret, a teenage fluff, little threat. and there are those, there are those who think that drastic actions will make them unique. it's really all the same, that no one's happy and nobody's to blame. and the moral to this story is old. it's quite taboo, seldom told. the seed is reaped before it's sown, a bad choice was never resolved.

WORLD WAR III
us government drew up plans too much money, got the cash break out ? staff ? is a fuckin' mess they think they know it all. they're gonna die in the fireball. ? overrule ? play the fool all day world war iii forget ? i'll make us have another war. it doesn't matter what the people think. these days our president drinks: "here i go i'll launch the bomb. it's headed straight for guam. i'll ? into your little room world war iii