I've got nothing to say, I've got nothing to do, all of my neurons are functioning smoothly yet still I'm a cyborg just like you, I'm one big myoma that thinks, my planet supports only me, I've got this one big problem: will I live forever? I've got just a short time to see, modern man, evolutionary betrayer, modern man, ecosystem destroyer, modern man, destroy yourself in shame, modern man, pathetic example of earth's organic heritage when I look back and think, when I ponder and ask "why?", I see my ancestors spend with careless abandon, assuming eternal supply, modern man . . . just a sample of carbon-based wastage, just a fucking tragic epic of you and I.
Positive Aspect Of Negative Thinking let's gather round the carcass of the old deflated beast, we have seen it through the accolades and rested in it's lea, syntactic is our elegance, incisive our disease, the swath endogenous of ourselves will be our quandary, we've nestled in it's hollow and we've suckled at it's breast, grandiloquent in attitude, impassioned yet inept, frivolous gavel our design, ludicrous or threat, excursive expeditions leave us holding less and less, so what does it mean? when we tell ourselves it's only for a while we have been deceived and it's only for a moment that the treasures of our day make life easier to complicate, the treasure thrown away, I'm so tired of all the fucked up mind of all the terrorist religions and their bullshit lines, of all the hand-me-downs from all industrial crimes and the weeping mothers and those who are led so blind, from the plastic protests and the hands of time and the pursuit of mirth and all hating kind.
Anesthesia everybody is talking about the girl who went and killed the delivery man, but she looks so kind and gentle, it just doesn't stand to reason, I saw her right there just the other night as stately as a slot machine, but when she looked my way something mad as hell came over me, anesthesia, mona lisa, I've got a little gun, here comes oblivion, I never loved you, how did you find me? the cops will never complicity now, anna . . . all good children go to heaven! I remember your face that august night when we lied about the beautiful time to come and that crazy old man who came much to late and caused a chain reaction, I've been hanging out there for eleven long years like a church mouse where the cat has gone, and looking at you now is driving me to distraction.
Flat Earth Society lie, lie, lie . . . the full moon is rising over dark water 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 sent far away with grave determination . . . and no destination, lie, lie, lie yeah, nothing feels better than a 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 in 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, lie, lie, lie, ad infinitum.
heard a sermon from a creaky pul pit with no one in the nave, i paid a visit to the synagogue and i left there feeling blame, no one could tell me what to do, no one had the ability to answer me, what the world needs now is some answers to our problems, we can't buy more time because our tender isn't valid, if your soul needs love you can consoled by pity, but it looks as though faith alone won't sustain us anymore, watched the scientists throw up their hands conceding, "pregress will resolve it all", saw the manufacturers of earth's debris ignore another green peace call, no one could tell me what to do, they had not the capacity to answer me, what the world needs now is some accountability, we can't buy more time because time won't accept our money, if your soul needs love you can always have my pity, but it looks as though faith alone won't sustain us no more...
Entropy random blobs of power expressed as that which we all disregard, ordered states of nature on a scale that no one thinks about, don't speak to me of anarchy of peace or calm revolt, man, we're in a play of slow decay orchestrated by boltzmann, it's entropy, it's not a human issue, entropy, it's a matter of course, entropy, energy at all levels, entropy, from it you can not divorce and your pathetic moans of suffrage tend to lose all significance, extinction, degradation; the natural outcomes of our ordered lives, power, motivation; temporary fixtures for which we strive, something in our synapses assures us we're ok but in our disquilibrium we simply can not stay, it's entropy . . . a stolid proposition from a man unkempt as I, my affectatious I can not rectify, but we are out of equilibrium unnaturally, a pang of consciousness of death and then you will agree.
Against The Grain three thousand miles of wilderness overcome by the flow, a lonely restitution of pavement, pomp and show, I seek a thousand answers, I find but one or two, I maintain no discomfiture, my path again renewed, against the grain, that's where I'll stay, swimming upstream, I maintain against the grain here labelled as lunatic, sequestered and content, there ignored and defeated by the government, there's an oriented public who's magnetic force does pull, but away from the potential of the individual, against the grain . . . the flow is getting stronger with smaller increments of time and eddies of new ideas are increasingly hard to find, you need all that the other has, your right to seize the day but in all your acquisitions you will soon be swept away, against the grain . . . there's a common consensus and an uncomfortable cheer, a reverberating chorus that anyone can hear, it sings "leave your cares behind you, just grab tenaciously", this lulling sense or purpose will destroy us rapidly, against the grain . . .
Operation Rescue it's an s.o.s sent out telepathically, signs of our distress don't allow complacency, we need restoration now of our integrity and a drastic bold reminder of our morality, the rectifying troop is here, the ones we have needed all these years to stop the heinous wrongdoings and verify our moral benevolence as a people, operation rescue, they're here to right our fall, they have heard a troubled call, operation rescue, you may wonder where they come from, but I just wonder why they're here at all, life ever-after is what they're in business for, see them brandish the key to their kingdoms door, it's persuasive, it's a part of you and me but it's not overwhelming as they wish it to be, if no one believed in fairy tales there would be nothing they could do but fail yet everywhere we look someone is trying to reassure our moral benevolence as a people, operation rescue . . . you may wonder where they come from, but I just wonder what compels them all.
God Song and did those feet in ancient times trod america's pastures of green? and did that anthropocentric god wane with their thoughts and beliefs all unseen? I don't think so, he's up there with the others lying low, vying with those who you've traded your life to bless your soul, and have they told you how to think, cleansed your mind of sepsis and autonomy? or have you escaped scrutiny, and regaled yourself with depravity? now we all see, "religion is just synthetic frippery, unnecessary in our expanding global culture efficiency" and don't you fear this impasse we have built to our future? ever so near, and oh so austere.
i can't belive it the way you look sometimes like a trampled flag on a city street, oh yeah and i don't want it the things you're offering me symbolized bar code,quick ID, oh yeah cuz i'm a 21st century digital boy i don't know how to live but i got a lot of toys my daddy is a lazy middle class intellectual my mommy's on valium(she's)so ineffectual ain't life a mystery? i can't explain it thie things they're saying to me it's going yayayayayayaya, oh yeah cuz i'm a 21st century digital boy i don't know how to read but i got a lot of toys CHORUS i tried to tell you about no control oho but now i really don't know and then you told me how bad you had to suffer is that really all you had to offer? CHORUS 21st century digitsl boy(5x) ain't life a mystery?
so proud a history, replete with sanctity, orbs in their harmony, they sing their code to me, have you ever heard yourself the orbit that you are in? the terse, oppressive blanket that's instilled here by our spin, it's misery and famin, it's a force we cannot see, misery and famine, it compels us naturally, misery and famine, great ellipse, we bend to thee, misery and famine, just accept your vagrancy, others who bear no name, who feel that life's a game, my verse they will defame, we suffer all the same, they pay no regard to their position or their speed, but the firmament still covers them with its malevolent seed, it's misery and famine..., "you look for meaning in things no one comprehends, you feel no affinity to the rabble we're in", sources of inquiry have nothing to portend, they will perplex us all until the coming end, a feeling of despair, hungry and full of care, we resent everywhere the fortune that we share, "this earth could be a better place" is a concept i condone, given our pathetic course our destiny is known, it's misery and famine...
Unacceptable irreducible is the word for today, plastic compounds and nuclear waste, what the hell is the matter with the people on this planet? have all gone insane? the stigma of industrial progress killing us over and over again, one part per trillion . . . unacceptable, one part per billion . . . unacceptable, one part per million . . . unacceptable, this mammoth pogrom set upon courtesy of the U.S.A inexcusable are the men before our time, I'd like to kick their ass for what they left behind, cancer-causing chemicals, ozone-depleting aerosols, we're all going to fry, so put your head between your legs and kiss your ass goodbye.
offer me eternity, and i'll trade a cup of coffee and a dime, looking for a handout on behalf of those who have so little time, but who wants to live on just 70 cents a day? padding your pockets doesn't make this a better place, "cereal and water" is a feast for some you say, your price-tag on existence can't cover your double face, quality or quantity: a choice you have to make, dipping in the icing, bringing home the largest turkey from the field, breaking all the piggy banks, scooping up the booty, licking all the right holes, bolstering the payroll, why reduce life to a dollar amount per day? and why let the world think this is the american way? your uneaten greens ar a feast for some you say, survival and living are concepts you can't equate, quality or quantity don't tell me they're the same
Walk Away shut off the t.v and peel off those sunday gloves, and I'll stain the clean that you've been counting, old mr. fletcher passed by here today, after 40 years of toil he just up and walked away, fantastic the panic that showed in his eyes, he shrugged when I asked him about it, he said "young man pay heed, you listen well to what I say, now there comes a time for a man to walk away", walk away, I'll be a parade, and I'll be determined that no one shall dissuade on my way, I'll sure take some time to burn all the bridges that I'm leaving behind, he passed by again and he was shivering from the cold, I'm not sure but I think that he was trying, he told me about the weather and something old to pay, "but tomorrow", he said, "I'm gonna surely walk away".
Recipe For Hate can't you feel it, can't you see it the promise of prosperity, it's overwhelming you and me it afflicts us like a disease, ubiquitous compelling too we cling to you like crazy glue, and inject such a potent seed it's best for all humanity, the spread of culture, the sword of progress, the vector of suffrage a warm and septic breeze, the pomp and elation, the duty and vocation, the blood of the hybrid it's just a recipe re-living our ancestry the frightful lack of harmony, our fore-fathers who led the way, their victims are still here today, now it's time to erase the story of our bogus fate, our history as it's portrayed it's just a recipe for hate.
Kerosene everywhere I look I see exclusive huddled uninviting shelter is privilege, of the sane and competent, kerosene keeps me warm, I'm alone to watch it burn, kerosene exposure, is a pitiful and pointless way of dying before it gets me, I'll set a funeral pyre kerosene keeps me warm, I'm alone to watch it burn, kerosene I'm a man and my dignity won't wave, tonight buildings rage, kerosene keeps me warm, it feels so good to watch it burn, kerosene keeps me warm, feels so good to watch it burn, kerosene.
American Jesus I don't need to be a global citizen, because I'm blessed by nationality, I'm a member of a growing populace, we enforced our popularity there are things that seem to pull us under and there are things that drag us down, but there's a power and a vital presence that's lurking all around we've got the american jesus see him on the interstate, we've got the american jesus he helped build the president's estate I feel sorry for the earth's population 'cuz so few live in the U.S.A, at least the foreigners can copy our morality, they can visit but they cannot stay, only precious few can garner our prosperity, it makes us walkwith renewed confidence, we've got a place to go when we die and the architect resides right here we've got the american jesus overwhelming millions every day (exercising his authority) he's the farmer barren fields, the force the army wields, the expression in the faces of the starving children, the power of the man. he's the fuel that drives the clan, he's the motive and the conscience of the murderer he's the preacher on TV, the false sincerity, the form letters that written by the big computers, he's the nuclear bombs, and the kids with no moms and I'm fearful that he's inside me.
Portrait Of Authority nothing more, nothing less, in icon on the wall decoration and duress, which many strive to be, it's the marble statue standing over me, and nobody has the will to tear it down, it determines wrong and right, but to me it's just a stereotype and it makes us lose our sight the portrait of authority, you tell me that's what I'm supposed to be (it embodies what he cannot be) another time, another man, an oppressive intrusion and a plague across his land, and it haunts him every day, it tells him he has no chance his hopes just fades away, and he lives his life prepared to tear it down, but he can't muster the support, and to him it's just a stereotype of his life-long fight.
Man With a Mission rescue me when I get to deep, talk to me there's nothing to tell, everyone, is a hypocrite, look to me, I'll save your soul, now somebody out there must be reading my mail, cuz everybody knows, I'm a man with a mission, coming to your town today, I can damn you to fiery prodititon, cuz I'm a man with a mission, follow me, when you give up, work for me, it'll serve you well, everyone's a hypocrite, come to me, I'll save your soul now somebody out there must be tapping my phone, 'cuz everybody knows, I'm a man with a mission, I'm gonna fly you away, high above the noise and competition, yeah, I'm a man with a mission, I'm a man with a mission, passing through your town today, I condemn you to fiery prodition, yeah, I'm a man with a mission.
All Good Soldiers all good soldiers crack like boulders, the sun climbs up to a razor, violins, new boots, and numbers on a chain, all good soldiers all good soldiers fall in line, when they march and shout are a spectacle, marching and singing will go anywhere the president says, because the president believes in god, like all good soldiers should all good soldiers wait like warheads, when the fighting starts, who will be accountable, a cannibal, a cannonball, six a.m. I can see my breath and the clay dirt is laughing at he weakling boy, today is the day that I'll write my friends something I've been trying to remember, I had a dream of a wall that was twenty-one stories tall... all good soldiers fall in line, marching and singing, will go anywhere the president says, because the president believes in god, like all good soldiers should.
