Words
Seems simple to be able to preach,
A gospel to the new converted,
I never guessed that I could actually reach,
Anyone that would listen…. to me…to the truth
But now I know what we share is more than numbers
Its not for show,
Coz if it was I’d be sold out,
To sponsorship and advertise,
The merchandise that we are making
With third world hands at gods are shaking,
And all the rats are running coz the ship is faking!
And the ship is goin down! So!
Actions…
You keep telling me how to live and I don’t like it
Speak louder…
Than words, so why don’t you cut out my tongue and fucking like it
This is a trademark of some big bad fuckin fat man,
All rights reserved so watch your step now,
Under fire from big bad Sam,
Totally filmed on location,
But I keep on preachin to my nation,
An intimate congregation,
Totally fed on agitation,
Drop these vocals with rhythmical devastation!
Actions…
You keep telling me how to live and I don’t like it
Speak louder…
Than words, so why don’t you cut out my tongue and fucking like it
So you say that actions,
Speak louder than words,
But my friends are so distant,
And mill around in herds,
So their actions speak louder,
Because they’ve got no words,
And my friends are resistant…
Words are just a phrase,
Just a saying,
Just a phase,
Words are just religion
Just a fable
For the mind fucked unstable
Actions…
You keep telling me how to live and I don’t like it
Speak louder…
Than words so why don’t you cut out my tongue and fucking like it
Actions! Speak louder! Than words!
Nameless Race
You only feel like this when it gets dark
And you’re all alone…
At home by yourself
It does you no good, bite into the bone…
Fist full of lies twist the belief
In yourself all alone…
You watch the flies on the wall
It fucks with your head, so tap the bone…
All the lights are out and the leathers cold
Sit and think all alone…
These clichéd mind wars are never fun
When you lose all alone…
So in control it scares the mind away
It was just quick moment what do we say
And you know I’m out there
Dealing with all this shit everyday all alone…
Call to Arms
Armed homeless spitting fires
Raised fist clenched towards the sun
When the metaphors exposed the liars
Their words are just like guns
Now the sleeping have awoken
Spell of bliss it has been broken
Arms and legs unshackled
Their minds and wills unchained
Can you feel it?
Make em feel it
Can you feel the call to arms
Power hungry autocrats
Pull puppet strings and sharpen stings
Descend on masses like hungry gnats
Fearing freedom that knowledge brings
Now the sleeping have awoken
Spell of bliss it has been broken
Arms and legs unshackled
Their minds and wills in flames
Can you feel it?
Make em feel it
Can you feel the call to arms
Now the blind can see
That speech is free
And the blind can see
The enemy
The deaf can hear
The cries of fear
And the deaf will hear
When the call to arms is here
STC
She thaws meat from cryogenic dreams
Her veins unplug and pressures release
The heart beats for once in a thousand years
To catch up on life that was lost to the stars, finally
She feeds ash and milk to sustain while I float on
From my fears ricochet from my fears!
Wish to see you super nova and fly by in a head-trip,
So high
Black hole of my mind state inside
Her neurons whine and glow algorithms
How many pills digest not rhythm
While I’ve been moving back forwards to nowhere
I’m still here, Ill be here
With no rust there’s no flesh to dust
It can’t turn this stasis blood pumping
Fluids thick like ink I’m afraid to blink.
Wish to see you super nova and fly by in a head-trip,
So high
Black hole of my mind state inside
Stretched apart, by time and space,
I’d like to speak, just once,
But all I know is my own face,
Steel and plastic, the numbers kept
To pursue hypothesis,
The show just how long we’ve slept
Wish to see you super nova and fly by in a head-trip,
So high
Black hole of my mind state inside
No light!
Trapped sight!
Black hole inside!
Gravity!
Hyper-reality
Yea! You know I’m paranoid,
whining mechanisms electric voices like a star wars droid
And I still dont know me!
Eyes of Baudrillard, televised war on the TV screen.
Sinkin in the shadow of a bourgeoisie hyper-reality,
watchin all the stars like astronomy, through the telescope,
Crack a joke have a toke, smile deceptively, trade in hypocrisy!
(chorus)
Hyper-reality, televised war on the TV screen
Fuel the need for the war machine.
Hyper-reality, televised war on the computer screen.
Bring the feed for the cash machine.
Generative principles, bow to goals
new age capitalist,
Tony Robbins burnt incense, saved you from a slit wrist,
Hit this like a snakes hiss, a pistol on a roll, black market third world hole.
Take a happy snap, happy heresy, storm troop through the gates
Of brand infidelity.
Still smiling, dialing, marketing deceptively, yea baby its democracy!
(chorus)
Now you’re just a contestant,
Blasted! By a megaphone,
Branded guilt commercial clone,
Sown! Are the seeds of cash, grab the stash,
But don’t pass go!
Cos bro! Its all democracy,
Find zero consciousness in real TV!
ZEN 767
Send out the mechanized combat troops!
Send out the mechanized combat troops!
Send out the mechanized combat troops!
Send out the mechanized combat troops!
Go…
To war…
Your boys…
They’ll Bite…
The sand…
Send…
Your boys…
Away…
They’ll die…
A nation, pretty flowers for pollination,
Closed television circulation,
A nation, invasion-evasion of privacy
Give an interview!
Running through streets, picking fights,
While the talent plays on, through smoke,
Its cool! We joke, at flights of parker pens
Ink and smoke! That morning the system broke!
Send out the mechanized combat troops!
Send out the mechanized combat troops!
Send out the mechanized combat troops!
Send out the mechanized combat troops!
Go…
To war…
Your boys…
They’ll Bite…
The sand…
Send…
Your boys…
Away…
They’ll die…
Golf balls! Falling like a narrow thought,
Struck by lightning self realization
that was sought,
We are just traveling, trying to find a home,
But the doors are closed by institutionalization!
Just a pop idol sensation, burnt!
Collapsed, elapsed! By sand
Come to cleanse the river of youth! A postmodern tollbooth!
(Chorus)
Subjugate…Beat unmerciful
Exterminate…Cleanse unmerciful
And send all the pizza boys…
Away…
To bite…
The sand…
Send out the mechanized combat troops!
Send out the mechanized combat troops!
Send out the mechanized combat troops!
Send out the mother fucking NUKES!!
pel to the new converted, I never guessed that I could actually r
