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I know I'm part of something greater than myself
Don't know the meaning of it but I hope that matters less
I don't know anything when I'm factored out of scale
I know I'm part of something greater than myself
We're all engaging in a game of attrition
Maybe god is just a chemical fiction
I'm a monkey with a madding affliction
With fact checking for a mental condition
I know I'm part of something greater than myself
Don't know the meaning of it but I hope that matters less
I don't know anything when I'm factored out of scale
I know I'm part of something greater than myself
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| Heroes And Martyrs
Amid the heat and the wrack
Hot boots invested and cracked
Poor candidates jacked into gray light
An ultra-violent call
summoning both poet and thrall
Sweet catalyst for the acolytes
(Our) Our heroes and martyrs (heroes and martyrs)
Present two points of view (tell me)
(What's the sense of heroes and martyrs ?)
Which deity you're praying to ?
Into a welter of night
Flack, rounds and roiling blight
Cracked vertebrates stacked by the wayside
An ultra-violent call
summoning both poet and thrall
The inveterate blind seeking daylight
(Our) Our heroes and martyrs (heroes and martyrs)
Present two points of view (tell me)
(What's the sense of heroes and martyrs ?)
Which deity you're praying to ?
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| Germs Of Perfection
Ri Lacerate eviscerate and perforate and mutilate
We all fall down, all fall down
Deprecate repudiate ameliorate adjudicate
The wisdom found, wisdom found
Clip the wings of progress turn the direction
Enrich the fallow soil with germs of perfection
Delegate facilitate investigate and obviate
The black turns green, black turns green
Separate evaluate and cultivate and propagate
The master's dream, master's dream
Sing the fears of history with a renewed inflection
View the lost agenda with a skeptic's intention
Machine of life oh can we make it run
We have the tools, but have only just begun
Machine of life oh can we make it run
The calculations of a greater sum
Clip the wings of progress turn the direction
Enrich the fallow soil with germs of perfection
Perfection!
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| New Dark Ages
Yeah can you hear the call in our rambling land
Susurrations that can expand beyond all hope of light
and plunge us into into unrelenting night
A pall on truth and reason,
It feels like hunting season
So avoid those lines of sight
and we'll set this right
Welcome to the new dark ages
Yeah, i hope you're living right
These are the new dark ages
And the world might end tonight
Now come ye children one and all – let's heed Ezekiel's call
And bide until the word is good and ripe and get plucked clean out
of sight
The world will be erased
Our kin will be immaculate ejaculate in space
Before the kind of king's love, he'll snatch us
From above, brothers help me sing it
Welcome to the new dark ages
I hope you're living right
These are the new dark ages
And the world might end tonight
So how do you sleep? – there's nothing to keep –
This is deep
Because we're animals – with golden rules
Who… who can't be moved by rational views yeah
Welcome to the new dark ages
I hope you're living right
Welcome to the new dark ages
And the world might end tonight
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| Requiem For Dissent
Oratory of hope and glory a whisper and a rhyme
An effigy, a soldier out of time
Citizen and patriot you can't be far behind
The funeral is weighting heavy on your mind
Requiem
Bring the dissident from slumber
Requiem
Raise the rebel from its grave
Requiem
Sound the revolution's thunder
A monumental blunder averted and betrayed
Dig around the cemetery a record of the day
Friends and neighbors in stages of decay
But the saddest thing of all eludes discovery
The stimulus for this somber ceremony
Requiem
Bring the dissident from slumber
Requiem
Raise the rebel from its grave
Requiem
Sound the revolution's thunder
A monumental blunder averted and betrayed
The sanctimonious minions how they grovel at the feet
Authority is populist deceit
Pity yet another casualty's demoralized decline
Just a victim of irrational design
Requiem! Requiem!
Requiem
Bring the dissident from slumber
Requiem
Raise the rebel from its grave
Requiem
Sound the revolution's thunder
A monumental blunder averted and betrayed
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| Before You Die
So Porcelain and alabaster, decaying ever faster,
Unaware of imminent disaster open up your eyes.
As you ruminate the hopeless sands of time,
Did you wander out your days lost and resigned?
Or recreate the universals in your mind?
Everybody is a bastard: my world is like plaster
Crumbling apart from pressure of the blaster
Waiting for a sign
And the momentary pleasures take their turn
As a wistful boy runs out of things to learn,
The episodes of yore are never to return.
Scare up some hope, you're gonna need it just to cope
You are the decision, numbers don't lie
When you bite the dust, was it for purpose or for trust?
You'll never relive it, think before you die.
Yeah, think! Think before you die.
Deficit and depravation – in the wake of desperation
Rewrite the morals, rectify the nation.
Now may be your time
As you ruminate the hopeless sands of time,
Do you wonder how your life has been defined?
You know eternity can't ever change your mind.
You know eternity can't ever change your mind
So think! Think before you die – Yeah, think!
Think before you die
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| Honest Goodbye
Now get up and give in I’ll crack your knuckles again
Supplicate and survive this transubstantiation
And get so mean - I want to know what it means
(Did you laugh?) You know I did
(Did you cry?) I couldn’t get it right
(Did you live?) Always on the edge
(Did you lie?) Causing such a fright
(Did you love?) Oh to be forgiven
(Did you try?) But it wouldn’t be right
God it feels like an honest goodbye
That sick brass boy day dreamin’ -
cry baby convict demon
Hands so clean -
A sympathetic cold blooded killing machine
How did you get so mean? - I want to know what it means…
(Did you laugh?) You know I did
(Did you cry?) I couldn’t get it right
(Did you live?) Always on the edge
(Did you lie?) Causing such a fright
(Did you love?) Oh to be forgiven
(Did you try?) But it wouldn’t be right
God it feels like an honest goodbye
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| Dearly Beloved
Here's a story of an honest man losing religion
Climbing the pulpit steps before an eager congregation
The while praying came a wicked inspiration
Brothers, sisters this is what he said:
Dearly beloved, dearly beloved, dearly beloved,
(Make no mistake despite our traits I've seldom seen evidence of genres)
I can't relate to you, I can't relate to you
He was the kind of guy who'd always go right out of his way
But more before that crazy notion leapt right into his head
And stubbornly crept into every mad perception
I can't deny a funny feeling when he said
Dearly beloved, dearly beloved, dearly beloved,
(Make no mistake despite our traits I've seldom seen evidence of genres)
I can't relate to you, I can't relate to you
Dearest in memoriam – set phasers to stun
And grab yourself a neighbors' skeleton to lean upon
Did you know him in life? – one filled with regret
So soon we all forget – we ever met
Do you know my name? – sing a light refrain
For a man estranged – I won't deny that I'm inclined to isolate
Dearly beloved, dearly beloved, dearly beloved,
(Make no mistake despite our traits I've seldom seen evidence of genres)
I can't relate to you, I can't relate to you
I can't relate to you, I can't relate to you, I can't relate to you
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| Grains Of Wrath
Back in '83 a man came to me and he told me "son, our way of life is done"
But I was only young
With an eye to the fields speculators and yields rotten to the core
Monoculture whores entered the bidding wars from distant shores
I don't wanna be in the land known as destitute and free
With the grains of wrath blazing a path from sea to shining sea
Oh the sinuous trails of concrete and rails and exhausted roars
Population wars setting our future course
Is profit and greed the only conceit on a scale between
Mere prosperity and inhumanity? It may well be but
I don't wanna be in the land known as destitute and free
With the grains of wrath blazing a path from sea to shining sea
I don't wanna be in the land known as destitute and free
With the grains of wrath blazing a path from sea to shining sea
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| Murder
T If you're discontent to know you world's a pile of shit
Listen to a riddle that'll tickle every bit of it
HA HA HA
Ape shall not murder – ape wasn't so sure
Bad ape you made a mistake
Annihilation in a cannibal – war
Well cultivation might have served you
Might have raised you up unscathed
If you had called that fucker by its name
Did you listen to the arbiter's beck and call?
Did you find what you were looking for or not at all?
NOT AL ALL
Ape shall not murder – ape wasn't so sure
Bad ape you made a mistake
Annihilation in a cannibal – war
Culture might have cured you
And raised you up unscathed
If you had called that fucker by its name
Say the name
Say the name
Say the name
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| Scrutiny
One – two – three – four – five – six – seven – eight
Days go marching by
There and back I never wait for a confident reply
Truth is stark and leaves its mark as limited constraints
And the most difficult part is accepting what the future may bring
It seems like a lifetime of scrutiny
Wither the path, whether worth the fee
A lifetime of scrutiny
And it seems as though I can't be sure of anything more
One – two – three – four – five – six – seven – eight
Years go flying by
No one seems to hesitate or cast an earnest eye
Judgment comes in many forms but never scare or shy
And the litany is long as the confidence is strong in their delight
It seems like a lifetime of scrutiny
Prejudicial waters wash over me
A lifetime of scrutiny
And the words just don't equate with sense or sanity anymore
One – two – three – four – five – six – seven – eight
The faces and the names
Shattered hopes and stolen dreams and no one left to blame
Is it possible to win this pointless mortal game?
`Cuz when death comes it's swift and my friend,
We end up and the same
It feels like a lifetime of scrutiny
Wither the path and whether worth the fee
A lifetime of scrutiny
And it seems as though I can't remember of anything anymore
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| Prodigal Son
Oh can't you feel the nostalgia son I wonder about ya
Modernistocrat Horatio Alger
Clever never hesitating in the baiting ever waiting
For the canticle of manacles abating
Did you ever forget – you had a regret – and what you only guessed at
Might still be waiting?
When the prodigal son with a caroming shadow of hate comes to land
at home
Well he's a mourning star with a champagne heart at his curtain call
And father never understood the way
the work gets done
Don't look at me, no I ain't one, no prodigal son
Don't look at me, no I ain't one, no prodigal son
When everybody about – is read to bout you – about controversial
values
Don't you think you better readdress the level of the cowardice
rising to drown you
Did you ever connect – or come to reject – or even inspect
That dream that hounds you
When the prodigal son with a caroming shadow of hate comes to land
at home
Well he's a mourning star with a champagne heart at his curtain call
And father never understood the way the work gets done
Don't look at me, no I ain't one, no prodigal son
Don't look at me, no I ain't one, no prodigal son
When you least expect it he's going to run
Like the blood red path of the western sun oh yeah
The prodigal son is waiting, waiting for his moment to come
Well hell no, don't look at me
Can't you see, I ain't one, no prodigal son
Don't look at me, no I ain't one, no prodigal son
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| The Grand Delusion
If I could only get the tools, the stimuli and
Molecules, frozen moments in time
I could be the archetype, a credit to the
Genotype, re-program your mind
But the storybook sages fill their pages
Hiding from the warming sun
Limitless distractions give no pause to distort a
Precious delusion
Did you see the moralist retort and raise his fist
"You can't make man a machine"
I can see the edifice crumbling in foggy mist,
Razed by discovery
But the storybook sages fill their pages
Hiding from the warming sun
Limitless distractions give no pause to distort a
Precious delusion
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| Lost Pilgrim
Pilgrim, those are dry and bitter tears
And lonely eyes that look way beyond your years
Pilgrim, did you drink the mercury?
Your lips turned blue and you're struggling just to see
You were too far gone to carry on,
Now your life has stalled
As you march ahead yet go no place at all
Pilgrim, when you left them all behind
The loneliness destroyed your able mind
Pilgrim, see the writing on the door?
It's taking you back to a place you were before
And the next in line paces your stride waiting for your fall
With a hope that lies in a hidden master's call
Pious eyes ignoring passers by
Headlong to their grave
Don't despair this world of toil and care
This pilgrim lost his way
Pilgrim will you ever find your call?
Is truth so pure that you're willing to risk it all?
Pious eyes ignoring passers by
Headlong to their grave
Don't despair this world of toil and care.
This pilgrim lost his way
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| Submission Complete
Dedication is the price you pay:
The initiated are Coddled and caged
Before you walk, as soon as you crawl
Hope is pointless `cuz you're stuck in the trawl
Fuck the freshman lectures and brandishments
They just betray impoverished accomplishments
The puppet masters fear originality
They tighten up the tethers and they shackle your feet
Submission complete
Your recruits never have a chance,
Enticed to the drill, admonished to dance
Early to rise and early to shine,
Life is long but the end is nigh
Break the guilty trammels from yesteryear
Remember how rejuvenation conquers all fears
Lowly opportunities take commanding roles
And hawk ultimatums so their weakness won't show
The sad reflection of dead ambition
You live for nothing. Submission complete.
Yeah, break the guilty trammels from yesteryear
Remember how the taste of failure makes it all clear
The lowly opportunities take commanding roles
And hawk ultimatums so their weakness won't show
The sad reflection of dead ambition
You live for nothing
Expectation, indoctrination,
Life's a damnation. Submission complete
Dying on your feet
Submission complete
A total defeat
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Fields Of Mars
In the garden where he was cast out by the lord
Flames an Omni-directional sword
For he as ever failed to gather up the fruit
And thus was banished with his loot
He cantered aimlessly through endless permutations of night
Seeking a purpose and the meaning of kin
And when it finally came to him
You could've mistook it for the meaning of sin
The women wish him well
Every time he cast off marching to hell
Now if you've never seen a terrible sight
Stroll the garden of earthly delight
Maybe we can make it right – someday I'll see
You
High above the Fields of Mars
He knelt down before the unholy mob
- Who cried war is god
Gleaming outwardly with great pride
- And Prepared to die
The women wish him well
Every time he cast off marching to hell
Now if you've never seen a terrible sight
Stroll the garden of earthly delight
Maybe we can make it right – someday I'll see
You
High above the Fields of Mars
Who cannot fight anymore
Will never love any less
That kid inside of murder
Must be committed
To live a life of hostility
Never asking what it means
When mother nation
Blood and religion
Sanction killing – upon the fields of mars
High above the Fields of Mars
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