- Circuit 3
Tear out the heart, blood pumping in your hand.
Drill out the oil and rape our fucking land.
Tear out the wires implanted in your brain.
Anuerysms clotted in your consumer veins.
Glitter like death will sparkle in your absent eyes. Dripping from the faucet, leaking, losing life.
Beating through my brains.
Pulsating through my veins.
- Elegy
Not found on pages of black and white.
This is an ashen chapter of dusty eyes.
In these thin lines we are grey. Seen so many angels fall from grace.
We watch their pulses fade away.
From this far away station we watch the trains.
A broken record skips in repeat.
Stabbed five times backwards before defeat.
- Faith In Decay
Awakend from sleep in the dead of the night in an old monastary where you spend your life. Flesh quickly touches the blade of the knife. The broken silence shrieks in delight. Adorned in tattered robes, faith in decay. While your'e chanting the words that you must say. Dead things on the altar wait and remain as you quickly fall on your weak knees and pray.
Mental constructions haunting your mind. Ritual sin for the soul you must bind. Dove feathers stick to the blood on your wrist. The vampyric bite of a heavenly kiss.
The children cry. The choirs sigh.
All the while being crucified.
Stigmatic plague in your mind.
All the while being crucified.
- Mad Hatter
We were waiting at the gates to the tick of the tock.
Waiting for the train with the beat of the clock.
He was winking his eye down in the blotter as his face dissolved in the water.
He sliped down the tubes, sliped down the slide.
Swallowed him whole.
Now he's inside.
Running quickly by an intent look in his eye.
Run through the tunnels with colors passing by.
- Parasitism
So parasitic like the bitter saddened truth. Every human freedom stripped away from you. Mutilated future corporate democracy. Parasitic corporations have us under tyranny. The all seeing eye is always watching over you. The ignorance is bliss and the anger is the truth. Being conditioned on a mass scale. The parasites infected us and we cant even tell.
Giving up freedom slaving your mind.
Characteristics of a parasite.
Blood clots stroke through your spine.
Characteristics of a parasite.
Infections spreading world wide.
Characteristics of a parasite.
- Screams from the Silenced
Screams from the silenced.
Haunted cries cannot be ignored.
Truths torn apart by corrupted hands of corporate American gods.
Kneel and pray your confessions, in your church to be seen.
A role played in society, conforming with the machine.
Words will not save a lost soul. Left abandoned you pray.
Your religion is guiding you farther, and farther away.
Self-righteous, racist preachers don't practice what they preach.
- Seashell radio
The Salamander is said to survive.
The lizard that keeps free thought alive.
Almost overdosed on sleeping pills.
Now reading books will get you killed.
Montag is changing, cant you see?
Are you happy? Said the late Clarisse.
No art, no books, no fun, just fears
- Surreal Catharsis
We enter the depths of the darkend shadowed halls.
Lead by soothing voices, the distant spirits call.
Like the wave of fire from the blowing autumn leaves.
A wave of chilling darkness quickly rushes over me.
Lying on a frozen tomb with a trancendental shroud.
Eyes sense somthing moving in the black and purple clouds. Open eyes to see the weather patterns form.
Starring at the sky.
The blazing firestorm.
- The Beaten Path
See it on the big screen and dance to the demise
Watch it crumble as you stumble. Don't believe your eyes
Business as usual, buying what you hear
Declining gradual, you know the end is near
People have had enough, but haven't had a taste
Just wait until the bombs drop on their face
Let every pop song guide them off the edge
Raise your fist and sing along to your certain death
- THE DECADENT REQUIEM
THE DECADENT REQUIEM
A statue of glass suddenly breaks while you beg for forgivness for your mistakes. Hiding alone under your face, condemned to stay in this chaotic place. Think to yourself and see what you've done. You've taken the lives of your daughters and sons. Sent off to church, to school and war. Conditioning them since the day they were born. To inform and conform, mold to society's like. We all can see right through your disguise. With our disbeliefe we realize your'e developing faith collecting profits from lies. You tried to distort our pure inner sight, but we discovered ourselves deep down inside. In the blackest place under the shadows tonight, we will bring in the darkness to show them the light. BRING IN THE DARKNESS TO SHOW THEM THE LIGHT!