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Gray, no petals, no introduction
Gray matter for introspection
Water making and breaking seeming fine
Faith, no martyr, no resolution
Depth of water, over our heads in
Breath restricted, all suffocation...breath
A trippy absolute
Eye tripping disease
No resolution
No auto save
Crave, it matters, no fixed solution
No path crossed, aging desert
Scenic fixture and fixing...wonder why
Goal neglected, greed for negation
Rights affected, last stop salvation
World objective equalization
Choice decision, no real division
Back burn, system
Faith, no martyr, no resolution
Depth of water, over our heads in
Breath restricted, all suffocation ... breath
A trippy absolute
Eye tripping disease
No resolution
No auto save
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Sick, I've lit the bridge on fire
Exposed, the nerves will twitch
Feed the needy x desire
Poke it with a stick
I need assertion, devil's in my eye
Won't let up any motion
I need a surgeon
Devils inside won't cut me any slack
Who cares about you (I thought I did)
Who cares about you
Fingers twitch and blisters stalk
Her removes itself from it
Dream the greedy motivators
Sleep it off again
I need assertion, devil's in my eye
Won't let up any motion
I need a surgeon
Devils inside won't cut me any slack
Who cares about you (I thought I did)
Who cares about you
I need assertion, devil's in my eye
Won't let up any motion
I need a surgeon
Devils inside won't cut me any slack
Distant wreaths, surreal
Retired in bed, forever sleeps
Secrets feed the next desire
Desires not to be
I need assertion, devil's in my eye
Won't let up any motion
I need a surgeon
Devils inside won't cut me any slack
Who cares about you (I thought I did)
Who cares about you
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Corner curt, mindless, morally is bankrupt
Here fitting nicely, staying as it once was
A blissful sensation, the head tripping, cave in
To feel the head shaken, begin to collapse
In the wiretap feast of dreams
Where taken lightly, clouded as light serene
Flame throwing tarot, all in a line descends
An instant receiving was better untreated
All problems lying low ,just under the skin's glow
The scarring convergence screams with serious sides affecting
A serious inability to cease the faction
A long door closing in the face react
Toward a lonely lesson offering retraction
A memory hanging on, now hung by the neck
It's overly twisted, rape and remind of waste
In devious flavors, direct in defiling shame
When playing with fire and burnt out desire
A kettle of blackness
Already fell into a pit of our own device
A serious disability, devout the system
A sharp wedge dripping through the back up ahead
Toward one vicious world-wide assumption
A forced upon dictatorship, the future's dead
A blissful sensation, the head tripping cave in
To feel the head shaken
Begin to collapse in the wiretap feast of dreams
All problems lying low,just under the skins glow
The scarring convergence screams
With serious sides affecting
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Shade, open canopy, present in a mirror
Curled, unlike a knife blade, fetal to fear
That screwed it over
That screwed it over
Black closed door, agenda, each is everywhere
Fists against the painless, absorbed in useless prayer
Like honey flies attracted, rotten smelling air
Breathe in deep, reflective, the image of despair
Flick often, sore green jealousy and fear
Twist off, forget me not, the jinx reappears
That screwed the soul
Removing the old one
Rancid sewage, temperate thought, comes in clear
Manner of environment, polluted sphere
Sensuous, a fable lost, trapping history
Magic story, less is taught, force a way to see
This world is spinning upside down
His world is turning left around
A constant shifting motion sound
Reverses all whatever learned
Each is everywhere
Absorbed in useless prayer
Each is everywhere
Absorbed in useless prayer
Page turning sentiment, hidden motive liar
Baby, he dies here, garbage can desire
Little lover, rubber lost, caught between the sheets
Fairy tale of horror, sounds like pulpits cutting meat
Oh how sweet the lord
In this filth I'm waiting
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When it's getting through
I feel as if the time is coming around
I am finally going through this time in my life
Sure let me know
I feel as if the time is coming around
I am finally going through my great disaster
Got divorced with the way I was
When I tried to get away
So will you take me out of it for a while
I'm a lusid dreamer
Will you take me out for a while
Knock me out cold
Will you take me out for a while
I'm a lusid dreamer
Take me out in one fell swoop
Knock me out cold
Life is really easy when taken down apart
From up around the center
A spiral blown heart
To give it some relation
To give in to belief
Freedom to the limits
The limits set you free
So will you take me out of it for a while
I'm a lusid dreamer
Will you take me out for a while
Knock me out cold
Will you take me out for a while
I'm a lusid dreamer
Take me out in one fell swoop
Knock me out cold
Got divorced with the way I was
When I tried to get away
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The laughing dying culture pop
The famous moldy party hop
The laughing dying culture pop
The famous moldy party hop
Ultra ultra
Get me in there
Ultra ultra
Get me out
The laughing dying culture pop
The famous moldy party hop
The point of view the bleeding heart
The easily digested hurt
The psychotronic talking box
The mainstream antidepressant
The silly putty tinker toy
The mirror ball reflects below
The creepy crack head friend of mine
The homeless place he calls his thought
The silly putty tinker toy
The mirror ball reflects below
The grazing herd the lemming goat
The move toward the moving from
The winter home upon the hill
The summer shade a caving in
The psychotronic talking box
The mainstream antidepressant
The laughing dying culture pop
The famous moldy party hop
A fantasy the way it could
The shaping things a prostitute
A naked mix a magazine
A picture of us in a dream
The creepy crack head friend of mine
The homeless place he calls his thought
The silly putty tinker toy
The mirror ball reflects below
The grazing herd the lemming goat
The move toward the moving from
The winter home upon the hill
The summer shade a caving in
The psychotronic talking box
The mainstream antidepressant
The laughing dying culture pop
The famous moldy party hop
A fantasy the way it could
The shaping things a prostitute
A naked mix a magazine
A picture of us in a dream
Ultra ultra
Get me in there
Ultra ultra
Get me out
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Assisted paradigm entrusted privately decays
Behaving all controlled dependent look-alike display
Affection for defection when no refuge all the same
Dependent never border one world, order it away
Create a way the mind will have to
Find a way in guarding reason alibis
It seems a way defended reasons
It seems a way
It seems a way alarming visions
It seems a way
A begging man divine instructed shadow poverty
A deeply dirty hiding from too many eaten needs
Protection with selection
Cover all not needing anything
Resentment unrelenting change
To self destructive means
It seems a way poor execution
It seems a way
It seems a way each from a center
It seems a way
Addicted, horrified, abducted, outwardly betray
Removing all below
Collective consciousness degrades
Ascension from depression
Which cover chosen all the same
Pretend it doesn't matter
The world orders it away
Ask as if to find traces
Out of time back chews on itself
A turn that says it all
Inserting all the tools upon the broken talking dog
If fleeing dirty shadows off of drawings on the wall
A funded self of science from disorder and decay
Its chaos makes you crazy and the real is left to say
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You think you're evil but you're not
Still sucking life from the mainstream
It's so deluded, give it up
What's that you hide behind your pile of shit?
Could it be that I have given up?
Feeling blind to all important scenes
It's so deluded, give it up
It's unoriginal
Find out exactly what is meant
To be abducted in between
Another moment documents
The fleeting magic of what could have been
Could it be that I have given up?
Feeling blind to all important scenes
It's so deluded, give it up
It's unoriginal
I'm sitting on the back porch
So you can make my topic noting
It's all relevant, what?
You want a seat on the back of my porch
To talk and wave a gun
Come touch my property, rape my bitch
Rape my property as if you made a hitch
Wake up and I feel like shit
It's all right
It's all right
(music drowns out lyrics)
It's so deluded, give it up
It's unoriginal
Could it be that I have given up?
Feeling blind to all important scenes
It's so deluded, give it up
It's unoriginal
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A pained token disaster
Mental reactor put it to sleep
A second coming after fearing
The laughter feeding the sheep
Fit so good as if it would
The trees of letters follow
Raisin soot the earth and would he care
If all again restarted
Sustained weeping
His leaves the summing of trees
The simplest thing living in solo
Living is so low
Sustained, sore, misdirected
Somehow expected wrapping round fate
Designs somewhat neglected
Life form erected, breeding in hate
A worm somehow connected
Cut off, dissected, feeding its cells
A turn selling rejection
Selling infection selling itself
Sustained weeping
His leaves the summing of trees
The simplest thing living in solo
Living is so low
Alone, utter desertion
Manifestation mutating swells
A fly landing inspection
Gets an erection, hard for the spoiled skin
The meat rapidly aging
Slowly decaying, touches the sore
The mind paying attention
Insect dementia if ever is seen
The welt on your soul
Within sound isolation
Degradation feels at home
Within truth of perception
Does deception ever know
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Crashes time, out of place
Facing take off faster
Ditching worlds established
Strain ingrained forever after
Grains of sand forever fall
Disintegrating matter
Ashes dirt to rise and fall
Defended, banded, tattered
In depth, not long
Distance, boredom
In depth, not long
Distance
Course too steep, repeat the blame
Their own desire alters
Patience offers rituals
No witnesses his slaughter
Aching aims defended games
Disasters watch with laughter
Pity slams the rats that gamble
The weathered sleeping master
In depth not long
Distance, boredom
In depth not long
Distance
Which way told, revert, withhold
The next step times another
Whisper lie detuned awry
...It waited
We sleep so sound
Deceived illusion
In depth not long
Distance, boredom
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Mouth of depleted is nothing caught
The trap concealed in a restless plot
Read fix equation, no artificial sum
Minus addition is nothing
Pain, contact, backward pain
Acting perception shaping thought undone
Learned taught behavior
A brainwashed hum
Sucking the savior
Suck the bottle fed gone
Minus addition is nothing
Pain, contact, backward pain
Street smart defeated caught knife in back
Childproof eviction trained
Falling through cracks
Duel with conviction who fought, won, lost
Minus addition is nothing
Pain, contact, backward pain
Get out
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