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Gently, my mind escapes into the relaxing
world of pleasure, a pleasure that'll take
my mind off the reality of my life,
my past life... life as I know it now.
And whatever may come, it slowly
disappears to somewhere in the back
of my mind. It will remain there,
until I wish to retrieve it.
Yes, I will stay here for a while,
for I need the break. A break from the
pressures of life, and everything
that lays in the palm of life's hands.
This mode is incredible. It's out of
this world. Too bad I must always leave it...
... but that's life.
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The system has failed and you have failed with it
No time to care, just time to say "Who gives a shit?"
My mind boils as I've decided I'm through
Fuck your position in life. I'm taking vengence on you
I break down the walls of the political arena
Cast the vote on FN-FAL, yeah, we'll be seein' ya!
(protect yourself)
I want to put a cap right in your asshole
You step to this, you're gonna pass
for a lump of dogshit in the grass
So, be on your way and get some class
Bitchslap
Chop down the big-wigs, shoot the telelvisions, too
My mind boils in life as I've decided I'm through
The guilty of crimes will be hung from the trees
Spit and punches arise from you and me
Sit back and do nothing if that's what you want to do
I will have my reign as king, when I take vengence on you
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Pain. Made to order.
Pain.
Sittin', slappen, scatt'n on my back, try'n to relax
Think'n about the facts of the crack runnin' through the pack
Division in thought about the war to be fought
For tryin' to mend the ranks, still I get no thanks
They say they mean no disrespect, but dis' is in effect
I take to heart the part I play everyday
Uninformed is one thing, stupid is another
Keep runnin' your mouth, but don't call me brother
I'm try'n to find someone on my side
'cause bang'n heads all the time starts to grind at my gear and at my will
But persistent I am still
So when one insubordinate fucker tries to test me
Blow to the head, then an entrail rend
Guts on the floor, but you want more
Show you the strength of the tenth rank
Pain is the only way to teach kids these days
Opened your eyes. Now realized.
Talk back to me. Your punk-ass dies.
Only one of us walks away
I'm all you know. Where will you go.
Valhalla is gone. Along with your soul.
Only one of us walks away
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Tattered and Torn
That's where my soul is worn
Tattered and Torn
That's when I was born
Tattered and Torn
I broke away from me
Tattered and Torn
I knocked me to my knees
Tattered and Torn
I drink my own cells
Tattered and Torn
A decomposing well
Tattered and Torn
Roaches in my head
Tattered and Torn
I become the living dead
Tattered and Torn
Tearing myself apart from the
things that make me hurt
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I know you don't want to see. I know you're not part of me
But you wonder just the same. So I'll let you in on this game
What's on the top is just the beginning of the protectorate that keeps Gaia
spinning
It never ends, and with the gifts Luna sends, to the apocalypse
on we defend for the right to live in a perfect world
For our past mistakes, extinction we are hurled
Trying to make amends for the Impergium, as Weaver and the Wyld and a bitch
called the Wyrm
(You don't want to know)
All the power of the Wyld that runs through me, yet the reason why is an answer
that eludes me
(You don't want to see)
Our viewpoint on what mankind is doing, that black inside when frenzy is
brewing
(You don't want to feel)
The sorrow that my heart holds in knowing just where my hopes and dreams are
going
(I won't let you be)
Caught up in a war that you are not part of. I sign this letter Your Father,
With Love.
I'm trying to set my mind free. I'm sorry you never knew me.
My soul is in recession. Painful to make this confession.
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Some feel I don't exist
Never believing in what they see
Some feel that I am not fair
I leave no time for repentance
Tearing the vail Mending the vail
Tearing the vail
Some feel I bare the mark of man
A misguided philosophy
Some feel I kill for fun
I kill for life!
I can't escape what Gaia's left for me / No more
I can't deny the lack of morality / No less
Need time to think need time to think
Need to spill blood so I can drink
Take whay they give take what they give
Some feel I'm dead yet still I live
They don't know I'm immortal
They don't know they're just cattle
They don't know I'm eternal
Eternal
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Cycle of life and death supposedly
goes 'round and 'round yet it stops with me
Glorious hunter of my faith I have sinned
Killers are quiet like the the breath of the wind
Filling the shadows with forms of my own
Raised by kindred of Get I was born
Abomination world in disarray
Killers are quiet when they seek the vitae
Reflection beckons a portal shard
Spiritual quest I must stay in guard
Stepping sideways betweens worlds I shift
Killers are quiet when they are born with the gift
Beautiful Anguish cast out by my race
Now one that's Ageless I save my own face
I write my own laws with Death I break bread
Killers are quiet when they come from my head
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There's a dog loose in the wood.
Dogfish Rising.
It's good for gnawing.
Right wing Interlude.
In the 1990's ?
Thats got a nice groove to it there.
I saw a human hand.
Windmills like two.
Something in my left.
Screaming to fullfill.
Postniff scruchies?
Dogfish Rising..
Burn em' for thier nipples.
another rubber Rolex.
So skinny I knows.
Rookie, Lurks.
Battery powered power tool.
God spoke to me.
Dogfish rising.
Blistering cabbage.
That dogfish is dead.
We need this band.
Crusty fuzzy nuts-bye
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