Striking at mental apparitions
Like a drunk on a vacant street
Silently beset by the hands of time
And elegant in its fury
An aberrant crack as skeletons yield
To unrelenting gravity
While viruses prowl for helpless victims
Who succumb rapidly
(Tell me!) Tell me; where is the love?
In a careless creation
When there’s no “above”
There’s no justice
Just a cause and no cure
And a bounty of suffering
It seems we all endure
And what I’m frightened of
Is that they call it “God’s love”
Well we twist in torment and make believe
There’s a truth and we all submit
“Believe my eyes,” my brain replies
To all that they interpret
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I know there’s no reason for alarm
But who needs perspective when it comes to pain and harm
We can change our minds; there’s a better prize
Lacerate eviscerate and perforate and mutilate
We all fall down, all fall down
Deprecate repudiate ameliorate adjudicate
The wisdom found, wisdom found
Clip the wings of progress turn the direction
Enrich the fallow soil with germs of perfection
Delegate facilitate investigate and obviate
The black turns green, black turns green
Separate evaluate and cultivate and propagate
The master's dream, master's dream
Sing the fears of history with a renewed inflection
View the lost agenda with a skeptic's intention
Machine of life oh can we make it run
We have the tools, but have only just begun
Machine of life oh can we make it run
The calculations of a greater sum
Clip the wings of progress turn the direction
Enrich the fallow soil with germs of perfection
Perfection!
lascivious, it's all that i can think of as i drag my feet, searching
lika a diogenes, dangerous, the adjectives of the decasde and of your
alluring intricacies, i cah 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, an 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,
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
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 book 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 the 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
There was a boy who had too many toys and an ache inside of his bones.
He sought extrication through chemical vocation and now he answers to Jones.
It's deadly and alluring, the sound of pounding heat,
Enslaving all who dare succumb to the 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's deadly and alluring, the sound of pounding heat,
Enslaving all who dare succumb to the temptations of the forbidden beat.
It thunders away at first light of each day and the simpleton lifestyle evolves
But soon enters dusk as the last surrey rusts and a new day upon us results.
(nice going, spazz)
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 (with my life),
Frogger with my life.
In the garden where he was cast out by the lord
Flames an Omni-directional sword
For he as ever failed to gather up the fruit
And thus was banished with his loot
He cantered aimlessly through endless permutations of night
Seeking a purpose and the meaning of kin
And when it finally came to him
You could've mistook it for the meaning of sin
The women wish him well
Every time he cast off marching to hell
Now if you've never seen a terrible sight
Stroll the garden of earthly delight
Maybe we can make it right – someday I'll see
You
High above the Fields of Mars
He knelt down before the unholy mob
- Who cried war is god
Gleaming outwardly with great pride
- And Prepared to die
The women wish him well
Every time he cast off marching to hell
Now if you've never seen a terrible sight
Stroll the garden of earthly delight
Maybe we can make it right – someday I'll see
You
High above the Fields of Mars
Who cannot fight anymore
Will never love any less
That kid inside of murder
Must be committed
To live a life of hostility
Never asking what it means
When mother nation
Blood and religion
Sanction killing – upon the fields of mars
High above the Fields of Mars
The full moon is rising over dark waters
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 sailing far away
with grave determination....
and no destination,
Lie, lie, lie X6
Yeah, nothing feels better than the spray of clean water
and the whistling wind on a calm summer night,
but you'd 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 well 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 sailing far away
with grave determination....
and no destination
