1.Human Being
See genetics singing out
The face of this race
The work of creation shouting out
Do you see the same or do you see
What's unique
With the Flesh, the Blood, the Bones,
Here come the clones
With all their garbage, with all their splendor
The breath of the spirit
We can never render
No blade identical, no heart impermeable
How can you manufacture the holy spirit
Father bring life to Blood, to Bones,
Here come the clones
With all their garbage, with all their splendor
The breath of the spirit we can never render
The Bodies are inhabited with life,
The son of man
The power in no hierarchy forthcoming
Even the bereft of life will stand
As the trumpet drones raise the bones
Prophesy to light, no man can elevate alone
We're not so different, we're not the same
Hating brother's quality and beauty
Who are we？
Human being's the name
With flesh, with moans
We throw the stones
At all the garbage, and all the splendor
At the spirit and hope that it can render
We fall.
2.Lard Jesus
Lounging back in their golden chairs
Plastic smiles surrounded by their plastic hair
Tiny microphone in his swollen hand
Screeching out their praises up to Bula Land
He can't wait to die
A crowd of zombies listen as they wail and cheer
He's likely to expire in another year
Rejoice hallelujah, I want to die
I wanna see what happens in the blink of an eye
Overweight southern drawl, dissonant voice
Glazed over cloudy gaze lacks a choice
Their eyes roll back as they raise their hands
I think I see it coming, it's Bula Land!
3.Talk
Everywhere around us someone's got something to say
Isolated outbursts but nothing goes away
Everyday you hear the words of destruction and fear
Always spreading our opinions
Without the willingness to hear
All this noise about nothing, drowning the meaning of it all
Outside this oral defecation the world is an empty stall
'Injustice over here! Hatred over there!'
Talk talk talk but the sin is everywhere!
Words words words...All we have are these？
Can we feed them to the poor or with them heal disease？
Talk talk talk...Is that all we will do？
Sacrifice ourselves we must go die for what is true
Take in information through the lenses you create
Never do a thing about the things you say you hate
Surround yourself with people who say what you want to hear
What keeps you from action is it selfishness or fear？
Talk about injustice do we really want it gone
It takes more than a zine or writing lyrics to a song
Scapegoat the middleclass if it covers up your guilt
No conviction penetrates the fortress you have built
Every night we go to sleep, Homeless sleeping in the street,
Molested children in their homes, Millionaires in beds alone.
It will take more than our disembodied ideas;
More than hard music and counter cultural fashion.
A disjointed community stands no chance
Against multinational and inner super powers.
4.Injustice
Injustice runs rampant in society
You can even find it in our own pretty democracy
Run!...Well no!
Or hide in a 9 to 5 and don't care to know
Impoverished and homeless don't have a choice
Well, why should they？ The money took their voice
And it flows...
Only prepare at the next media scare...
Turn the TV on and tune out the sun
Opinions decisions seem so black and white
When we allow the media to chose our fight
Never talk of sex but condemn all abortion
Christian message is warped in transmitted distortion
Fell the sea sickening rush of the great capitalist flush
Spiraling down
The destruction of all that's in our way
When times get rough its time to pray
A Nation of greed
American apathy
A path and a blown away seed
Promoting self is the American way
Globalization of greed
Spiritual apathy
A path and a hollow seed
Structural collapse is on the way
We're living, survival of the richest
Echoes rise up from the pit
As the pendulum cuts them down
And our American world, spins around
Money makes money, while the poor can only get poorer
Our economic equations include the bottom mans horror
Some free men sit in prisons while some slaves sit in office
Prejudice issues manage to linger
We need reconciliation not pointing a finger
So what is our ticket out now
Where do we find truth？
Many have lost their minds or died
So we could indulge in our American pride
And now we glance at some at the corner
Who have been discarded and junked away
And forced they work up scams
To exist with me and you another day
Consume. Pollute. Hate. Destroy
Let go of possession, fear and pride
When witnessing injustice don't find a way to hide
Open our eyes to see every lie
Because you'll never find justice till the day
That you die
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