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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 perputual 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. |
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| 2. |
| 2:51 |
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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 his 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 a 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 And I heard him say we can take them all We can take them all We can take them all, that's what he said We can take them all But he didn't know who we were and he didn't know who they 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 Them and us, lobbying determined through a mire of disbelievers Them and us, dire perpetuation and incongruous insistence Tumult for the ignorant and purpose for the violence A confused loose alliance forming them and us We can take them all We can take them all |
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| 2:09 |
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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. |
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| 3:25 |
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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) phony 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) independant trajectories (our lives are parallel) screaming out for understanding (our lives are parallel) turning inward and suffering (our lives are parallel). |
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| 2:28 |
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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. |
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| 2:52 |
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Empty Causes
everwhere 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. |
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| 1:57 |
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Hey mister, don't point at me
You shout rhetoric nonsense like a Pavlovian model responding to 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? We swim in a sea of confusion And 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 So nobody listens I can't help you I can't help you I can't help you I can't help you now Is it any wonder things are so inane? So many quests for compassion Are just for someone's personal gain So nobody listens Nobody listens to you |
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| 2:57 |
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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. |
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| 2:12 |
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Spirit Shine
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 radience - when you take it on the chin. |
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| 3:49 |
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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 domant 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 |
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| 2:22 |
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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. |
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| 2:37 |
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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. |
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Drunk Sincerity
the smell of virgin pages wafted through the swinging doors and the croaking speech he'd heard from countries counselors before they said "we all care for you, we know how you suffer but I know you can succed, 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 dont 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. |
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Come 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. |
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| 2:36 |
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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. |
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