Skinny Puppy

> broken alice holy pat on the back and back and back force open wide no
way back she whispered lizard kiss rhtetoric bitch pass on answering psycho
babble with no security power escapes to the toilet room in the
lew of its own reflection she really knocks me out she sits she pukes her
point whoever will listen paranoid doubts shes really rocked out
she moves her mouth fault pat on the back and back and pat on the back
and force it she sits she listens she moves her mouth she sits she
pukes its her fault whatever intelligence fault push down with the purest
crystal around push it in whisper name feel it a double weighed out games
invoke she mixes knowing that all wont upset herself lizard kiss strung
out break mutilate all they see on the neck in and over top of what
appears to be real chill and tempt eye no time to see reality broken alice

Whose find reach my make it (naked) please me. do you still want to see them?


Turn in this face. ? ? ? this time of (off). could be so small. ? ? ? turn in this face could
Be so small. it's crawl again racing this.

Here falls now undone
looks beyond the credits sum
livid fractures less of fate
the whisper winds blow the seed of hate

disturbed society
dogs my turn with no values
intend to raise ability
I tried and tested pointless view
gods got security
hands like snakes
sow the seeds

raise all negative force-fed
traces poisons all impure
profane the haunted heaven
jeering leapt into the pit of calamity
a mean condition no wealth dents
provisions for a time unknown
thelemic gestures all planned and hatched
in seasons of dissolute pain

I cried afflicted and infected
oblige the systems perfect dream
distorted my words
assume all that is programmed
before me and somewhat
left unsaid behind shutters

dirt before desire
dusted crap ingested comes
stealing life that you are not visited
warped torpedo night crawls through
the distant and irrelevant
a good life’s experiment fused

I’m laying violent hands upon
a dead card calling cattle
the playthings are so abused
the derelict dial phone clock pusher
delved in reliving the future too

I’m sticking pins and needles
in this stinging rotten flesh-like substitute
pieces of half cooked meat that are
walking on this earth
abort desire irrelevance ticks in front in view
a candle rhyme to realign
burnt out shadows on the wall seize the moment...
Reach!

Hardset Head
event width two path given pure force downs
turns the screw crawl in back

in term space a time to intrude
in term peace assuring a future

silence noise forming sound like silent noise
silent voice screaming hints retaliation

heinous plans in sides remain taking downs taking aim
filling curses two conditions back upon itself

pass it off as good intentions leaving marks hard to heal
reassisted retrogression leaving tracks path reveals
sample act reflected clears noticed thought while leaving hears
nuisance labels paranoia so stupid how perceived that way

silent claws shredding flaws hungers knawing
silent flaws forever laughter silence knows

shaman stands retreating all is over evermore smoke the
curse your creation back upon yourself

pushes distress closer to the edge one time cracks lights
the walls worry wasted hearing clouds up above the
chatter digging deep insider storms to find the inner
patience erasing shadowed gifted ruin haste retracing
promised news leaving statement meant as nothing
starving your words no excuses

silent truth asserts its proof like you abhor

A lasting moment to hold onto
With regret the scent of time
Tried and tested I never noticed
The phantoms of her mind

Cresent moon I'm cutting through
Paste up warnings fill the sky
Smoking embers I remember
Time and time again to try

To live in light
To sink within her
I think of light
Time to blame to borrow from your past
Elapsed collapsing

She's not insane
She's gone insane

And if the root of silence pulls me off
And love is lost not from my heart
I sit upon this throne that throws me off

And she falls backwards to the floor
And forwards to the back
She says elapses all my truth again
She's the one I live for

I live alone...
She's the one I live for
I live alone...

Burns inside horilbly
She lifts me to
The spirit burns the darkest hours
My corrupt brain is hurting
Once again the door lies quiet
Left alone I'm thinking of her
Sitting the burning clock of time

Process
alternative - mass control
diversification and guilt

jealousy prejudice
the courage to be themselves... often hated

aims to make individual freedom
spiritual bounds mental shackles
to heal the wound of separation
to question the unquestioning of the mind

offers an alternative to mass control
the center of the information war

progressed
we have progressed

physically as far as we can go... next stage mental
the process is you

justification decentralized by conditioned guilt
fear responses
realize
for individuals who wish to acquire

sigil to the will
give the mind before which is a function of the self to react
and this focusing releases a tremendous energy

as the concourse lowers positive flow of energy

so be it
the process
so be it

body like mindedness
ageless souls
striving for individual matters
toward collective goals
a guiltless state of self awareness
the process is you
the process is yours

Good and evil does not exist (Christ)
Fix the outcome overall playing into follow along
Face the weak bland righteousness
Deliver them or kill them dead
Shorter now god
And the demise patience cries the burning cross

Confessions alter bugger faith
Moisten gland insert and taste

Good and evil does not exist

Shorter now a god lies rich
Forced upon a sinners itch
Kept a box locked in tight
Slaves reward reserved in spite
Drive across and burn incense

This is the god to save your soul
Water burns holy
Kill the faith inside of you
Watch the killing starts
After you accept the part
To redirect your mind
Whisper the name
All is not so black and white

worn out gone ocean calmly lowers bodies offering whims condition as night falls spills
disease mental sores mine exploding you fucking liar lines form short mans views
cassandra's curse prophets eyes sees the truth they perceive as lies this controls my
mind after supper o much fatter how to reconcile this matter lies disfigured one on top
no distinction soaking sing a screaming phrased in ill contempt not worth it this
controls my mind so whose resolve cant stop them now raving mad so very small kisses
dust storm wave good-bye have no need to scrape so high

Morter
killer in the morning scent of rain come on
fills the part put on me stranger ive been shown
less we love and know how were just morter filling holes
the glass eyed creature creaks the broken floors

teller lazy sky tales find your rate and pace
reinvent uniqueness adjust the outer face

planning pits diversions pusher rap downfall
take the crap sold as fact hallelujah clueless
the ship shine cellar albatross burned down find a way across
strangle hold albatross around my neck is sinking

psycho hymns too high the fee one step back to sanity

were all addicted anyway

for reasons untold born a body mass no excuse for
intolerable kick set in glass grasp a moment shattered

a lock on the door scraping demon trapped resides
starving for freedom all my strength to keep inside

tear it down

if I could move heaven or hell I would

to summon heads rush all perception void and meaningless
anti fathoms life in spite of it negate all feeling fractured
mocked deplore naming reverse remote viewing
empathic lesion surrounding the guilt cannot deny

tear it down a process to describe
whatever truth means nothing

when adding no results times a shallow digging through
the mud thrown out so expectable intentions not up front
and the shit that never faced reflects the sliver
looped a flaw rotates forever unresolved

tear it down

Just looking for something
Is what you said
Keep looking at nothing
To go away
You take my picture
A portrait prize
Behind my image
Your father's eyes

Just looking for something
Just looking for something
Just looking for something
Just looking for something now

It looks like something
From far away
Inside the image grows and makes the shadow fade
Behind the image posted on your wall
A crack is hiding, fighting for it all

Just looking for something
Just looking for something
Just looking for something
Just looking for something now
Now
Now

We've taken it somewhere
From far away
The voices echo
From yesterday
Behind the crack, behind the image on the wall
I see you curled up tightly, hiding from it all

Just looking for something
Just looking for something
Just looking for something
Just looking for something
Just looking for something
Just looking for something
Just looking for something
Just looking for something now

Hit me on the street while waiting to do nothing
Where within the space can anything feel certain
Look into the future make out the word speak
Send in the spies to watch them

Creepy are the people unable to do something
Sitting on an armchair fenced in their creation
Look up to be there
Anywhere is somewhere
Itchy past scratch the itch

Hit me in the streets hit me

Feel about a nation so precious is the freedom
Carousel the brass ring reach into a black mass
So its corroded always polluted
We all want some of it

Maybe all the people now left without no loving
Where within the strength gone better see it coming
Get off the fence trip
Rip up the garbage
Make it up to the earth bitch

Hit me in the streets hit me

Be a politician eroding all your freedoms
Down the rabbit hole cracks money markets fall
Through a looking glass time becomes too fast
All to benefit the rich
So keep eating from the apple edges from the center
Shaken to the core until it doesn't matter
No one to turn to no where to run to
Better the bomb to blow it

Hit me in the streets

beat my head to wake up cause I feel as if I'm sleeping
past is in the heart and I am waiting for the rhythm

feed the holy jaws no saying pain is the answer
after all is gone the story leaves me feeling empty
and all alone it leaves me feeling empTe

breathe

we are all animals inside

breathe

free the spirit is alive to guide us
we're all alone and really feeling empty

we're all alone

when all revenge falls apart
taken a step back from the start

leaves me feeling empty (x11)

(we're all alone)

leaves me feeling empty (x4)

(we're all alone)

leaves me feeling empty (x3)

New World Order (ahhh)
New World Order (ahhh)
New World Order (ahhh)
New World Order (ahhh)

pissing on a river on the way a long tomorrow
rancid waters picking up the remnants of a flower
in all of us exists the touch of deadly warming global
and trust we must distrust the owners of the new world order

what of the hour of the whole look what you've been missing
what of the hour of the whole look what you've been missing
what of the hour of the whole look what you've been missing
what of the hour of the whole look what you've been missing

feed upon the fingers chew the knuckle to the bone
dig inside the crack beside the pain that is a home
live a distant second skin whatever else that can
fed upon the remnants of a life that's never had

what of the hour of the whole look what you've been missing
what of the hour of the whole look what you've been missing
what of the hour of the whole look what you've been missing
what of the hour of the whole look what you've been missing

New World Order (ahhh)

he took a living thing and made a copy of it an image put the finish on a life still being made the secret twist invading mists the desert once a forest can't see the forest for the death within the tree

inside the crack beside the pain that is a home

give it up today average levitation mojo no magic
dedicated delusion give it all away oh yeah mother
theresa all of it for the good of everyone never
really ever really happens life is all distorted
reasons are purported what we share with everyone
nothing every little boy and girl is under everything
is wrapped up tight underneath the spell what is
discovered everything is wrapped up tight every little
thing that is discovered did it ever really happen

attached in awe what a whiplash hate filled culture of viruses born raised and infected with violent thought to set it off defend the wrong incite the thing to bring it down the panic of in a moments time bomb the artful dodge to fabricate a polarizing opposite political intention to keep it poor without a choice so full of fear a peoples voice carve a scar warm clotting of meat the maker of the hollow cost kept pockets picked of all moral law to face the truth were banished from a history of then is wrong defend the wrong incite the thing to bring it down

Is this pure reality?
Could we be led to believe
Lemmings up against a sea
Drowning in speculation

Even told when waters older
More polluted never
Drink the murky media
To plumb the depth of time

What of human frailty?
Visualize with clarity
Past the sanitation
To childish flesh and bone

Bleaching sticks and stoner ribs
Pukes up the gallows laughter
Stage the mighty media
Blessing this sanitation

What is this supposed to hold?
Freedoms crush disparaged souls
Despot dug in yellowcake
And failed to certify it

Crippled son to pass it on
A hatred fed on hatred
Deify defensive form
As if to never see that

What is real? Canned I feel
Less important than today
Anyway, is it worth the slaughter?
Sit and feel absolutely zero suffering
A condition worth denying

Pasted carcass killing fields
Body parts off dolls that bleed
Who was once committed for
Pulling wings off flying things

Feeling bold to knot put over
Twisted ever after
Hissing faded left alone
To replicate the lie

What is real?
Asks the dream
Some dim shift, a rift within
Funniest seems a distant damp ring
Fitting end
Destitution
Ego death within
A condition dear dementia

Are we alone?
Mission complete
To the unknown
This is a story
This is so sorry

(Hard as a stone)
Sunk in to deep
Run out of air
Lung full of heavy
It's feeling heavy

Room for one
Fossil to break
Labor of hate
Who are we fooling?
What are we doing?

(In it on time)
(Proof in the meat)
Time to consume
Doesn't concern me
Under a flag free

Are we all completely useless?
Are we? Are we?

End is unknown
Sick and alone
This is a dream
Meant as a nice thing
Meant as a nice thing

So pause at the end
Cause the effect
Shorten the pain
Time for reflection
On to regret them

Are we all completely useless?
Are we? Are we?