Lyrics
"Sinister Rouge"
Innocents burned,
alive at the stake
Tortured and dumped
In nameless graves
Centuries
wane
Authority died
Scattering seeds of ancient lies
Sinister rouge
Coming back for more
To even the score
Sinister
rouge
Coming back for more
To even the score
Child molesters
And Jesuits
Holding secret conference
Underneath
the pontiff’s nose
And only God will ever know
Sinister rouge
Coming back for more
To even the score
Sinister
rouge
Coming back for more
To even the score
Give us this day
Our daily bread
Your legacy
We'll not
forget
Lick the wounds
Cleanse the land
The modern world
Rejects your hand
Sinister rouge
Coming back
for more
To even the score
Sinister rouge
Coming back for more
To even the score
Sinister rouge
The
nightmare comes in sinister rouge
"Social Suicide"
Right now
Well it's finally time to face my fears
Gonna get the hell out of here
And create
a fresher atmosphere
But the consequence is clear
There's a furnace set on high
And a yearning undefined
But
it's time to turn the tide
It's social suicide
Like you
Perserverence is a useless tool
Just a patron on a
ship of fools
Feigning interest in the cast and crew
Why you've broken every single rule
There's a furnace set
on high
And a yearning undefined
But it's time to turn the tide
It's social suicide
Shadows entertain the
unwashed masses
Scholars explain their numb reactions
I don't even know if I can ever find truth
but I'm sure it
won't come from following you
There's a furnace set on high
And a yearning undefined
But it's time to turn the
tide
It's social suicide
"Athiest Peace"
Maybe it’s too late for an intellectual debate,
but a residue of confusion remains.
Changing
with the times,
and developmentally tortured minds
are the average citizen's sources of pain.
Tell me what we’re
fighting for—
I don’t remember anymore,
only temporary reprieve
And the world might cease
if
we fail to tame the beast
from the faith that you release
comes an atheist peace.
Atheist peace.
Political
forces rent
bitter cold winds of discontent
and the modern age emerged triumphantly.
But now it seems we've stalled
And
it’s time to de-evolve
and relive the dark chapters of history
Tell me what we’re fighting for—
No progress ever came from war,
only a false sense of increase
and the world won’t wait
for the
truth upon a plate
but we’re ready now to feast on an atheist peace.
Atheist peace
"All There Is"
This song goes out
to all the hopeless sinners,
with grave allegiances,
so meaningless
and vain,
The walking wounded in a pagent of contenders
Who balance on a rail of pain for just a pail of rain
And
everything is barely mist, blood relations and bricks
my expression, my confession, add it up, extract a lesson, more than
this,
once again, like a bullet as a friend, tell me: can that be all there is?
In my rectory of doubt, I kneel
to pray like one devout,
As time the great gray dreamless sleep of a useless modern god
erodes away each storied day
as wretched Adams with hell to pay
Content upon a rail of pain for just a little rain.
And everything is dearly
missed, blood relations and bricks
my expression, my confession, add it up, extract a lesson, more than this,
once
again, like a bullet as a friend, tell me: can that be all there is?
There’s an endless disposition,
and
it doesn’t mean a goddamn thing—
there’s space for a paper-airplane race in the eye of a hurricane.
And if pigs could fly, then surely so could I,
but this pedestrian knows better than to even try,
and my divinity
is caught between the colors of a butterfly.
And everything is dearly missed, blood relations and bricks
my expression,
my confession, add it up, extract duress and more than this,
once again, like a bullet as a friend, tell me: can that
be all there is?
All there is?
"Los Angeles Is Burning"
somewhere high in the desert near a curtain of a blue
St. Anne's skirts are billowing
but down
here in the city of the lime lights
the fans of santa ana are withering
and you can’t deny that living is easy
if you never look behind the scenery
it's showtime for dry climes
and bedlam is dreaming of rain
when the
hills of los angeles are burning
palm trees are candles in the murder wind
so many lives are on the breeze
even
the stars are ill at ease
and los angeles is burning
this is not a test
of the emergency broadcast system
where
malibu fires and radio towers
conspire to dance again
and I cannot believe the media Mecca
they're only trying
to peddle reality,
catch it on prime time, story at nine
the whole world is going insane
when the hills of
los angeles are burning
palm trees are candles in the murder wind
so many lives are on the breeze
even the stars
are ill at ease
and los angeles is burning
a placard reads
"the end of days"
Jacaranda boughs are bending
in the haze
more a question than a curse
how could hell be any worse?
the flames are stunning
the cameras
running
so take warning
when the hills of los angeles are burnin
palm trees are candles in the murder wind
so
many lives are on the breeze
even the stars are ill at ease
and los angeles is burning
"Let Them Eat War"
there's a prophet on a mountain and he's making up dinner
with long division and writing crop
anybody can feel like a winner
when it's served up piping hot
but the people aren't looking for a handout
they're America's working corps
can this be what they voted for?
let them eat war [x2]
that's how
to ration the poor
let them eat war [x2]
there's an urgent need to feed
declining pride
from
the force to the union shops
the war economy is making new jobs
but the people who benefit most
are breaking bread
with their benevolent hosts
who never stole from the rich to give to the poor
all they ever gave to them was a
war
and a foreign enemy to deplore
let them eat war [x2]
that's how to ration the poor
let them
eat war [x2]
there's an urgent need to feed
declining pride
we've got to kill 'em and eat 'em
before
they reach for their checks
squeeze some blue collars
let them bleed from their necks
seize a few dollars from
the people who sweat
cause it's freedom or death and they won't question it
at a job site the boss is god like
conditioned
workhorses park at a stoplight
seasoned vets with their feet in nets
a stones throw away from a rock fight
but
not tonight, feed ‘em death
here comes another ration (feed them death)
cause they're the finest in the
nation (feed them death)
when there's nothing left to feed them
when it's freedom or it's death
let them eat
war [x2]
that's how to ration the poor
let them eat war [x2]
there's an urgent need to feed
"God's Love"
Striking at mental apparitions
Like a drunk on a vacant street
Silently beset by the hands
of time
Indelicate in its fury
An aberrant crack as skeletons yield
To unrelenting gravity
While viruses prowl
for helpless victims
Who succumb rapidly
(Tell me!) Tell me; where is the love?
In a careless creation
When
there’s no “above”
There’s no justice
Just a cause and a cure
And a bounty of suffering
It seems we all endure
And what I’m frightened of
Is that they call it “God’s love”
Twisted
torment, make-believe
There’s a truth and we all submit
“Believe my eyes,” my brain complies
To
all that they interpret
[Chorus]
I know there’s no reason for alarm
But who needs perspective
when it comes to pain and harm
We can change our minds; there’s a better prize
But first you’ve got
to…
[Chorus]
They call it God’s love
My pain is God’s love
"To Another Abyss"
Not long ago, and yet the image is so vague
I hesitate to label it a memory
There was a show
of local color and I felt astray
Cause I had nothing to offer but insufficiency
And you know that it’s such
a bitch
When you learn to scratch that itch
Of blatant fallibility
Sooner to some, but eventually
All gets
pointed in the same direction
While the human masses and their vague conceptions
Obliterate each other with impunity
And you wonder, “what’s in this for me?”
To another abyss
To no avail
The search is
bound to fail
To another abyss
To no avail
So long ago I set sail
And it chills me to the bone
That I’m
so far away from home
To another abyss
So what should I do now? What should I celebrate?
Given finite means
and a penchant to depreciate
How can I still avow and depend upon a state
That cares nothing for my happiness, welfare,
or fate?
And I know I can’t explain
The commotion in my brain
Like a terrifying reality
Deconstructed
but inadequately
All gets pointed in the same direction
While the human masses and their vain conceptions
Obliterate
each other with impunity
And release the weight of history
[Chorus]
So long ago, so long ago…oh,
I set sail
And I’m struggling on the way
And I’m waiting for the day (to another abyss)
And I’m
looking for the way back home (to another abyss)
So far away (to another abyss)
So far away (to another abyss)
(to
another abyss) So far away
(to another abyss)
"The Quickening"
The quickening is an ephemeral thing
That only happens in the dark
Like catching lightning
in a jar
And the pain that it brings
Is just the promise of spring
It’s madness on the way
Oh, what
does it mean…
To come alive
To come alive
To come alive
(To come alive) To come alive
To come
alive
To come alive
The entering is soulful conjecturing
Oh, lost and by the wind grieved ghost
Come back
to me again
Because the way that she bleeds
Is in the law that he reads
Confusing words and deeds
So what does
it mean…
[Chorus]
To pierce the vein of the sacred and profane
Poor science, in service of
a faith
But who will bear the mark of Cain?
[Chorus]
"The Empire Strikes First"
We strike first
and we're unrehearsed
here we go again
to stage the greatest show on heaven
and earth
come on, get your money's worth
don't wanna live
(can't live)
don't wanna give
(can't give)
don't wanna be
(won't be)
E-M-P-I-R-E
don't wanna live
don't wanna be
E-M-P-I-R-E
We're comin
on fast
and we're built to last
we stumbled once in 'Nam
now we're glad to finally say
those days have passed
tell me how long can it last!
don't wanna live
(can't live)
don't wanna give
(can't give)
don't
wanna be
(won't be)
E-M-P-I-R-E
don't wanna live
don't wanna be
E-M-P-I-R-E
We just started out
you don't need to be afraid
yeah you deserve two minutes hate
Well, we spit and we cursed and our bleeding
hearts burst
but even ten million souls
marching in February couldn't stop the worst,
couldn't reverse
don't
wanna live
don't wanna give
don't wanna be
E-M-P-I-R-E
don't wanna live
don't wanna be
E-M-P-I-R-E
i can't live
if it isn't with you
"Beyond Electric Dreams"
No one here can show you where it is but I can point to a sign
On the roof of the world without
apparent design
The frozen definition of a lunatic ambition to rise
The air is thin, the future dim, dimension hard
to find
Up on a mountain encased in solar rays
Beyond electric dreams of inarticulate passion plays
Coming down
a mountain, eons have a human ring
The conversation of impassive planets
Intercepted by a human being
Ratioclination
is a practicable way to derive
An attitude of altitude and probity by which to abide
Or maybe of the a theophany of
flaming creosote in disguise
The air is thin, the future dim, dimension undefined
Up on a mountain encased in solar
rays
Beyond electric dreams of inarticulate passion plays
Coming down a mountain, eons have a human ring
The conversation
of impassive planets
Intercepted by a human being
Here glaring cold in the crystalline geometry of night,
Obscuring
form and tracing faceless fears
Of a suprahuman immensity in a patch of sand
Or a raptors guileless shivering intensity,
I'm
only a visitor,
And atom of atoms on a jutting red splattered synagogue of granite
As it crouches literally in space,
A
frozen amoral giant gazing heavenward forever
Let's go where the raptor goes to the mountain in a cosmic glow
We'll
have a genuine terrestrial show on a mountain - on a mountain
Let's scan the horizon clean for any trace of human schemes
And
try to touch upon immortal themes on a mountain - on a mountain
"Boot Stamping on A Human Face Forever"
“Drop dead, it doesn’t matter,” she said
“It only hurts when I laugh,”
she said
“Sometimes it’s never a crime
“To spend the day in bed”
She made certain that
the curtains were red
To dream better by the light they would shed
She leaned back, tilted her head
And this is
what she said…
“You can’t win; think it over again
“I can’t win; look at the trouble
I’m in
“We can’t win and we’re stuck here together
“Yeah, I hope it will last forever.”
“Don’t ever dare to hope,” he said
“So I’m never let down too bad
“I know
there’s nowhere to go
“So I’ll just stay here, instead”
He knew better than to pull at a thread
They unravel like the thoughts in his head
He looked out; it filled him with dread
And this is what he said…
[Chorus]
With good books and looks on their side
And hearts bursting with national pride
They
sang songs and went along for the ride
And the other side complied
They said, "Hey, man, where do you reside?"
"And
could it be mother’s superior lied?"
"And is it possible too many have died?"
It’s only natural to reply
"Live Again - The Fall of Man"
The road is narrow, the horizon wide
And to say what’s waiting on the other side
Is
so rewarding and the ultimate prize
But what good is something if you can’t have it until you die?
Desperate,
tenacious, clinging like a grain of sand
Watching its foundation wash away (wash away)
Drunk with the assertions they
know they can’t defend
Confident that they might…live again
Live again, live again
Would you give
it all up to live again?
Live again, live again
Would you give it all up to live again?
Temptation? Revelation?
You decide
Torture shows its colors often in disguise
Progress and purpose help us realize
We pass along a brighter
faith even though it must be blind
[Chorus]
(Let’s go!)
[Chorus]
"The Surface of Me [Bonus Track]"
Oh yeah!
A study of history reveals an unflagging appeal to mystery
You talk about abstraction
at the top of the list
But you might as well get pissed, cause in me the essence does not exist, no-oh-oh
Yeah yeah!
You’re so shallow
How can your romance hope to be the veil of an ersatz human nature
That can pacify but
never slept well when there’s the pretension of living a lie
Take me as I am, judge me for my crimes
I can
say I’ll behave freely all the time
You can predict what I’ll say, it’s in my DNA
But soon I’ll
be a catalogue number anyway
So say a little prayer
Convince yourself that someone cares
All I am is what
you see
There is nothing more than the surface of me [x2],
you know
Oh yeah!
Apologies
to Skinner, but I do believe that I feel like I’m a winner
Having just discovered a long solved modal secret, of
how I always feel
So goddamn downtrodden and desperate
Take me as I am, judge me for my crimes
I can say I’ll
behave freely all the time
You can predict what I’ll say, it’s in my DNA
But soon I’ll be a catalogue
number anyway
So say a little prayer
Convince yourself that someone cares
All I am is what you see
There
is nothing more than the surface of me [x6]
What you see is the surface of me
