1. |
Be the Beast
04:04
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Every body is against me
laughing behind my back,
I pretend I don’t hear
Opportunists at my door step
Racists all around me
There’s terror in my heart
I would kill for peace
I’m not even close to happy
But not for lack of constant trying
The formula they sell me
Corporatists they pucker lips
‘Round Machiavelli’s bull horn
and Screaming in my hungry ears
You can kill for peace
you should kill for peace
This is no defeatist moment
I have hope, that death will fix it
He could level the cane fields
Malthus sings a lullaby
To ease us into democide
and rid the word of parasites
I will kill for peace
You will kill for peace
We will kill for peace
Something‘s in the air this morning
Questionable decision making
Who fights fire with fire?
Who pays taxes, votes for hacks and
Canonizes whackos
the Devil in your group think
But We will fund the
We will feed the
We will be the beast
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2. |
Iron Scarecrow
05:51
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There’s wire running through our veins
Our eyes replaced with cameras
We watch the world with pixels
Arranged in fantasy
And oh what a picture what a colorful picture
We are the hungry, we swallow it whole
Slaves to the lender, for his paper tender
The hopeless global zeitgeist
brings sweet foretaste of doom
Sarcastic leaders holding hands
We laud their whitewashed tombs
Is there no deliverance
From the gods of convenience
Bring in the prince of the power of the air
He tickles our eardrums, he promises honey
Imposter father fixes strings
Hog ties our hands and feet
His brothers lick their fingers
Take pay for tinkering
Who will chop the fingers from the hand of the butcher
We are not builders, we are destroyers
And we want a failure, a father to shame
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3. |
The Politician
02:08
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It is for the children
It is for your safety
Just take these
and watch Tv
It is for your psyche
It is for the children
It is for democracy
We must legislate equality
It is for freedom
Freedom from religion
It is for your safety
We must save you from the terrorists
The terrorist deep inside you
The terrorist in your heart
We will burry you
In your back yard
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4. |
Koolaid
04:07
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The plastic man told us in his swollen harmonics
The approval of war in foreign land is patriotic
Oh, how we(’re) proud (pray) ourselves
An empty man speaks and everybody listens
Says we can spend our way out of this clinical depression
Oh and 18 trillion
So let’s just keep on bending
I’m sleepy in my nightgown I’m comfy in my bunker
My welfare’s never up and I’m cranky when you wake me with numbers
There is no peace in Washington, there is death
The people are crazy, they clamor for action
Government is satisfied with it’s own expansion
O how we cry for ourselves
When there’s business in bailing us out
The people are crazy, the people are weary
The ship is going down the crew is in a slumber
despite the thunder
for a cleansing
There is no peace
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5. |
Zombocalypse
05:20
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Listen. The hallway is creaking. I hear them barely breathing,
Waiting for the rest of the dead to arrive.
I know there’s no way out, but I can’t just sit here and let them eat me
I’ll run away and build an army to keep them all at bay,
as they pour through that wide golden gate.
A zombie apocalypse is upon us. Pucker up for your trumpets.
You knew where this was headed all along
when you sided with that fat wicked throng.
And I can hardly see the purpose of these overwhelming odds.
There’s too many.
And I can barely hear the Angels’ trumpets calling on me My doubt rings like a
Broken cymbals may. With an everlasting sustain. Oh oh oh.
Through all the drunken haze that still small voice refrains, make your home in Jesus, make your home in Jesus, Burn Babylon, destroy the strip mall church,
For Heaven on the earth.
And I won’t hesitate when the mighty trumpets have opened my ears. There’s no more waiting. Ooh ooh ooh.
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6. |
Testimony
04:21
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Skipping stones they kiss the water
A mirror rippled bends the light
The outward rolling golden circles
Set aglow my grateful eye
Dragonflies hum
A robin gives his testimony
But you count it all as an elaborate chance
And you dance your broken down tribal dance
Conjure up a media to fix up your trance
It’s time to wake up, the sun is in the sky
Bleaching weary bones
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7. |
Comfort in a Lie
03:25
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As we grow older into antiquity
With ageless silvers and wisdoms regality
as time becomes a mere observation
we’ll nestle together on a pillow of clouds
But how can I trust you
selling secrets behind my back
Selling secrets to the enemy
For comfort in a lie
When you fear the treasures are not real
I’ll retell the visions of Ezekiel
And we’ll curl up together under our Comforter’s
Heavenly blanket, blanket of stars
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8. |
Vacuum Aspirations
04:23
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Have you seen post-modern Ba’al
His tongue is a conveyor belt
In his throat an open flame
His belly tight as cellophane
On the disassembly line
A harvest of the sordid kind
To render out your progeny
to render out your garbage
It’s ok, they’re only blood stains
It’s ok, we choose our own mistakes
Open up for sexual freedom
The belly of the beast is waiting
for tender caged offspring
The inmate of your body
A lawless bed, a callous reason
The devil waits in a neo-eden
Free from curse of children
On the blood of children
It’s ok, they’re only blood stains
It’s ok, we choose our own mistakes
Propagate the perfect future
A weeding out of all the failures
Potential threats to progress
Burn the bastards, breed the flawless
A barbaric paradise awaits
survival of the neo-race
survival of the fittest
survival of the neo-racist
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9. |
Golden Gate
05:08
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I know who I’m dealing with
If the fruit is bad the tree is sick
Fire is gonna burn up all my branches
I’m so filthy, I can’t shower
If I scrub my skin, I’ll lose the power
exposing all the weakness in my heart
Well even demons believe and shudder
And all my requests have gone unanswered
I won’t be always falling on def ears
If I cannot live in my own glory
My death can live on in a tragic story
Cause I am the king of my life in the grave
Oh, the weight that led me to the bridge that day
Oh, I clung to the burden I dropped in the bay
Though it seems so much harder on earth
Living in Hell is so much worse
If this is where the mind goes crazy
Save me from myself oh Lord
The darkness in my bones is bored
And coming out with vengeance and a sword
Oh, I know it was nearly time to go home
Oh, I left you with so much work to be done
Oh, I choked when the word lumped in my throat
Oh, the lies that led me to the bridge in the autumn twilight
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10. |
Inhibitor Inhibitor
05:04
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As you float in outer space
Your feet feel comfort locked in pace
And as the clocks go drip drip
There’s pleasure in the endlessness
From frozen gems on sawtooth peaks
Rivulets fill swollen creeks
Where grizzly bears and honey bees
Dance in complex harmony
And we don’t have a clue
The monster in the belly tells the beast what to do
They call you the silent type
With lofty treasures in your mind
Lead us to your hiding place
blind our eyes and burn our faces
You cannot quiet your mind
This broken inhibitor, this limiter of the sublime
You removed your governor and you’re stupefied
Thank the Lord, for you are blessed
With brain that filters consciousness
Buoys a bobbing mind that swims
Through ocean currents’ turbulence
When you peak through keyhole eyes
You’re overwhelmed and crystalized
The salty light will shatter you
Dilate and be vaporized
I went too far this time
I broke my inhibitor this limiter of the sublime
I removed my governor now I’m stupefied
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11. |
The Idiot
03:39
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Remember when you drove
From deep within the south
To the california coast
All the way back home
A schizophrenic mind
So eager to be kind
But foolish to believe
That there would be understanding
That there would be belief
Phoenix was on fire
The glowing of the sunset
Was promising the end
A blessing for the dead
The earth was scorched with passion
And drinking heat refractions
The Idiot’s coming home
Through boiling swamps and desert roads
With freedom from the grave
Healing for the lame
Disassembling fantasy
With the beauty of reality
They say “the earth is rich and beautiful
The heavens void unlivable
Come back rejoin our cult
It’s just a clearing of the throat”
Cause now you are the rebel
To the hippies and the devil
A megaphone downtown
A prophet and a clown
Incurring wrath of rulers
Revealing unjust measures
And they can hear you shout
Words they’ll never care about
The pack knows only doubting
These wolves in sheep clothing
Are teaching in the valley
Where the children run headlong to the grave
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12. |
Why Do I Do?
05:50
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I curse my situation
I wear it on my face
Like a bitter teen
My father’s disgrace
I aim to ride the wind
A harlequin’s friend
We hold hands at the cliff’s edge in His backyard
Your lips taste like venom when we kiss in His garden
I push it far from my mind
Why do I do what I hate it’s not you
The devil can be no scapegoat
Why do I see that the problem is me
If I don’t have the power to change
Why do I do what I hate it’s not you
The devil can be no man’s scapegoat
I’ve got hope in God who knows just who I am
The painter of painters, The Author of color
In His mind is my mind
The first topographer, the compass, the water
The wine that gives life
The lamb and the shepherd, from my mess I’m delivered
Into the light, into the light
Why do I do what I hate? I can choose
The devil can be no man’s scapegoat
You make me see the problem is me
now give me the power to change
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13. |
Tidal Effect
03:36
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You caught me up in your gravity
Now I am your satellite
Cleansed by your light and richest fire
Every year I’m pulled in a little tighter
And though I’m under
All this tidal pressure
To learn the freedom of this tether
This is only the orbit of the earth
I know you will keep me in your church
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