Give us a reason for coming of war Fighting for Jesus through prices of oil See how your demons are forming a wall Burning and beating and raping them all
Reaching for something When nothing else matters Buddha to Krishna through Jesus and Allah See how your demons are forming a wall Burning and beating and raping them all
Far from here... we'll light away So unclear... we'll find the way To war... we ride
work expectations bind the holy to the wrong reflecting what they'll never be sing out, pay out another day has come and gone get used to the feeling of rotting
just watch it, goat boy you watch it, you're a goat
down in the rust steel yard a goat boy loses limb no need to feed old nan and kids old buck he pumps it up, to keep his life from getting low then back to compo when he's home
just watch the goat boy just watch it, you're a goat let me hear the goat boy talk! don't judge me, goat boy
Bleeding hearts will never stop What bleeding lips will start, I'll make your mother Take your friends, and take your hands And ride the feeding cart...
Your little dreams are nothing now Your dreams are nothing to me, I'll make another Piece from all the crap around and keep the best for me I seem never to get the message through That shit should mean something to you I tell you brother, it's easy to hold the imaging Of the cod metal king
Falling, we're falling... Back at beginnings Don't mean a thing when you come to the cod metal king You can't deny the power of the millions who are weak They never bother to take a look At what it takes, to get us through the sheep
3 am I drive alone I drive where no one will follow me I keep it low Inside my coat I keep it there for me And I can't believe We've pass the point I can't believe we're through, I take another Look around And track it down And disease was right in you
Falling, we're falling... Back at beginnings Don't mean a thing when you come to the cod metal king .. metal king....
You pretentious fucking losers You've got nothing at all You've got your fingers in your asshole And your hand on the call And you talk such fucking horseshit That it's hard to believe That you almost make careers out of being naive
You, you are a fucker 'cause you sold my guitar You, you are a fucker, seeking fortune in bars You, you are a fucker, 'cause you say such stupid shit I've got a better line in pocket lint That what you've done with it
So if you are an asshole who pretends to be a friend Then get your ass in music, you'll be set to the end, ending And now you've got the nerve to ask me about my temper? Why yes, I have become a fucking happy camper!
I hate your fucking faces and your trendy cut hair I hate the fact you think your job will go anywhere Because its use is just the same as what I shit into the bowl Just like the mess between your ears is like the mess in my hole I hate your loser friends who only come out when it's right I hate that when it's down you run instead of fight
I'm set to think your lot in life to test the stronger ones Will just require some chicken shit and also sneakers for the run I dig it away, the shit you puked instead of swallowed In an attempt to try and find the dick instead of the load So when you move and stand aside my mood will hamper And yes, I will become a fucking happy camper!
Stuck in endless winter with your press to keep you sane Wait for useless numbers to grow useful once again Where the heat will come again, your flaw grows sick Your flaw will send, the shit you call your business To the place that is your end Stuck in the winter, cold and wet Your stupid friends have come and went And you're left behind with your idiot job And it's far from a prize, you fucking dink You're a fucking dink... yeah! How's this for punk? Dink! Suck my cock, you pathetic excuse for a human being
You're a neurotic, homophobic, racist dork. You've also got a lot of balls to dick with someone else's life, you fucking pseudo-ghetto "boy in the hood" middle-class, white, spoiled-rotten bored "gangsta" wanna-be hunk of regenerated redneck bullshit! Thank Christ you don't have to rely on that staggering intellect or dynamic personality to intimidate others, Shit for Brains. Shut the fuck up, and get out of your parents' house and get a real job, you putz, and for god's sake, quit being such a fucking sheep! Now grow the hell up! ... Dink
I let it get me down because you're in it for the glory And I'd rather leave with reason than go dying for a story And this whole L.A. rock thing That the malls are buying up It doesn't work, it doesn't work It's so inbred I might throw up
And now I'm put into the middle With the contracts and the bunk, and I always end up hearing "Hey man, punk... let's have more punk!" So here I am to do a favour, save some hassle, kiss and tell That either way my music's shit and it ain't ever going to sell So if you've got the gall to take this shit blown up your ass And you've got the cash and balls to pump the same crap out en masse Then hell, I'll stand aside and with your plans I'll never tamper I'll sit and write you songs and be a fucking happy camper
Yeah, send me out a contract and in clauses you will lurk The smaller points so I can give it all and save you work You say an album's not an album without issues left to hamper Well then, fuck I guess I am a fucking Happy Fucking Camper
All is calm, and all is right You took the call, you took the fight I'm finished here, I'm on the next This time, this time, this time, this time, you call
All you are, is all you are All is cold, and all is dead It's time, it's time, I need, I need you
Mora
Help me end my nights here And help me get this water clear All is calm and all is lost You call, you call, you call, you call me
Mora
Critic... You're the critic... You're the critic In the night I lay awake I know it's cheating baby But I know I have a right And in the dawn I see the question A bleeding wrong forcing right Sometimes night I can't stop thinking And I'm calling it a soul strike
sucks in the resting whipping children posture frozen god. hungry muted nations
...skin me...
it's just a feeling i have it's like a feeling of death you can't be in it for the cash you must be in it for life and if your houses i need and if the payment is real and if your mind is at ease that is the death of music
i watch the way you move, and i count by the way you press your eyes and by the little things that put you down, ride the rails to where you are - help me thank you all, let me fuck you all, and by the way you bitch and masturbate, the bold ones carry on and on the way your prayer come up and have fun - the way to carry on
i'm a dog, i know, i'm a dog
it's the only way, it's the corner stay push the freight along and grant them all their little
goddamn shitty things in the light it grows, slower than before, "ten-four, they've got to burn, the 9.3 will come to carry on..."
gimme some of your good loving, i need your good loving
dog, i'm a dog, i know i'm a dog, i'm a dog, i know i'm a dog...
oh, elvis yer just standin' there and completely naked
and i's jest thinkin' to m'self "goddamn-it boy! you've come a quite a little while for
such a little country doggie..."
and now he's touching himself in private how may people do you know who can make it through
Racing' cross the heavens Straight into the dawn Looking like a comet Slicing through the morn Scorching the horizon Blazing to the land Now he's here amongst us The age of fire's at hand
Stand by for Exciter Salvation is his task Stand by for Exciter Salvation bids to ask
Everything he touches Fries into a crisp, Let him get close to you So you're in his trip, First you'll smoke and smoulder Blister up and singe When ignition hits you the very soul of your being will cringe.
Stand by for Exciter Salvation is his task Stand by for Exciter Here he comes now Fall to your knees and repent if you please
Who is this man? Where is he from? Exciter comes For everyone. You'll never see him But you will taste the fire upon your tongue
He's come to make you snap out Of the state that you are in Looks around and make you See the light again So much self-indulgence Results in shattered eyes Predominant complacency Leads to beguiling lies.
Stand by for Exciter Salvation is his task Stand by for Exciter Salvation bids to ask
When he leaps amidst us With combustive dance All shall bear the branding Of his thermal lance, Cauterizing masses Melting into one Only when there's order Will his job be done.
Stand by for Exciter Salvation is his task Stand by for Exciter Here he comes now Fall to your knees and repent if you please
Who is this man? Where is he from? Exciter comes For everyone You'll never see him
But you will taste the fire upon your tongue
Racing past the heavens Straight into the dawn Looking like a comet Slicing through the morn Scorching the horizon Blazing to the land Now he's here amongst us The age of fire's at hand
Rape is just cause for murdering Waste life... Die bastard die bastard burn
Rape gives strength to weakness Lies prone... cold and alone He says...
I want you for your body I want you for your body I want you for your body I want you for your body Body... Body... Body... Body... Body
Here now alone with all who love her Now feel this come down on you You fucking pig... now you die I want you for your body I want you for your body I want you for your body I want to see you fucking dead
Drive He's trying To tempt me, take me, down me, rape me, fuck her... Fuck yourself, you'll never take me live Goddamn this sun Go, he's not the one
Take this away... July, July, July Bring me rain
Drive Keep calm These are only just illusions And whatever has been said It has now gone completely wrong But keep your head, don't freak... Keep your eyes upon the road And just don't think about that room... Oh holy fuck Oh holy fuck, oh holy fuck
Goddamn this heat Christ, goddamn this shit Take this away... July, July, July Bring me rain
He said "I know that you know that I am the one" "You know that I've found a way..." Don't die on me, don't leave me alone!!! Give me this chance and I'll make it the last I will never succumb I will never succumb
Devour the living Devour the dead We learn how we live when we die
Divide... Divide... Divide We learn how we live when we die Divide... MULTIPLY Divide... MULTIPLY Divide... MULTIPLY We learn hown we live when we die
Dividing the living... Defining the dead One hundred or more in the womb One hundred will go... one hundred below One hundred will burn it away Oh God help me with these dreams Of one hundred millions souls washed away One hundred will go... one hundred below One hundred will burn it away
Praing yourself, Do you know what you're doing? Point blank when you hear what I say No way you can wash away nature... Do you know what you're doing... Do you know what to say?
Grazing away Do you know what you're feeling? You fool... do you know where you lay? I'm gone, there's no answer... it's over Do you know what I'm saying... Do you know what I'm saying?
Dripping... Gigbutt Dirt Pride... My pride Dripping... Bunksock
Bathe... Bathe... Commiserate...Commiserate...
I'm not about helping hopeless Bored when I wash them away... Internal a body at war with itself And the bleeding I do... it's for me
I Want To Be Where The Action Is It's Time Again We Won't Get A Second Chance Everything Is Dying Fuck Sleep, Fuck Beauty, I Know I Have To Make It Alone It's 2:45 A.M. And I'm Freaking Out All I Can Think Of Is Glory, And I'm Sitting In Burnaby At 2:45 In The Fucking Morning Freaking The Fuck Out
One Month And I'm Gone Forever Fuck This Once And For All... And Just Like All Those Bullshit Jobs I Swore I'd Never Go Back To I Swear I'll Never Go Back To This Life
Fuck This
Can You Believe This Shit People? All You Stupid Fucking People With Your Useless Fucking Lives And Your Bullshit Priorities And Your Sick Fucking Wars And Your Pathetic Religion And Your Shit Music And Your Sick Fucking Hate Bullshit, Sitcom, North American Ignorance A New Time Is Coming And We Know You'll Awake In There
