1.A Lesson In The Abuse Of Information Technology
Lyricist：J. Marks
I supply my own divide morality
I dye everything shades of gray
And nothing stays gold and everywhere I turn
Another self gratifying glimpse of a lonely road
Self deception learn the lesson Hedon
You've got a reason to lie
And every where I turn there are portraits
Of the things we'll never know
Our bodies across the ocean
Lay your hands down be a crutch
Where'd you go？ Well, I don't know
We'll burn this city to the
Scream, our throats are bleeding
Wear our scars with pride
2.Alpha Kaa Fall Off A Balcony
I saw you lying on the ocean
With your battleship next to me
I'm not falling for your confusion
Hateful staring back at me
Its a WMD broken foreign policy
Call out my number 192 and we'll see
Is that how i die, from an rpg？
From a man who could have been my friend
If we had just wait to see
Die for an administration full of shit
Pull the trigger and kill, for a god who doesn't exist
And i'll supply, there's gotta be something else
Don't back down its time to play your role
Its a feat, your gun don't have a soul
yes my father tell that there's something else
Don't back down its time to play your role
Its a feat, your gun don't have a soul
You can't live forever there's gotta be something else
Sins of the father sins of the son
The free world is dying the liars have won
Don't you raise your voice to me.
3.Sir Yes Sir
Setting son you feel you've won, but your game is lost for sure
Oblivious to the obvious man your kickin' down, wreckin' the
wrong door
Well I'm the same old son who forgot to hold on to
That which gave the power to let go
Too busy trying to crumble the laws of man
With your black lined lungs and your bread and cheese
The canary saves your life
And I've been there before, I'm wasting my time again.
As the scars turn into lessons boy you've been robbed
The bodies fell right through boy didn't you expect them to
Molly is screaming 'Let me out!' as the boss blacks out the
window
Noises from the ground shake to the bone
Stimulants, excuses, bite the hand that wipes your ass,
And bitch until its time for me to go
Come on Prometheus take our fire
The Gods will rest unassured
The books are there for our consumption
Now the the ashes are scattered on the floor
Get up, get off your horse boy you're nothing special
4.Ave Maria
Orange asphalt meets with the dusk an acquaintance
Becomes atmosphere
When you're ready to retire you get off the bus
Man you get the hell out of here
Then it's said, degeneration, its my excuse, its my separation
Then it's said, degeneration
Electric city read
And its up reptilian way, minus a jackson
I'm gonna waste away my E.C. night again
But I hold on
Orange pavement meets with my face
An old fashioned grounding atmosphere
Tripped up and tired, broke, they're killing us
But i feel the sun coming again
5.Coal City Blues
Never thought I'd write about how I've fallen
So insincere I might as well stab myself in the face
Drag me kicking and screaming from this place
These friends I've got you'd never think I would feel so alone
Cry myself to wake, fall asleep for days
Take a blood oath with the kitchen sink
Worthless are a memory, real only skin deep
Product of insomnia, to fall asleep
I appreciate the genius in a metaphor
In 5 years where will it get you, a self absorbing fool
The catastrophic wheel side revery
Am I so vane, to think you'd want to hear me？
Sing of boundaries and borders
And delinquent memories
The catastrophic wheel side revery.
6.Keychain
I feel my teeth turning black
I feel my hands too cold to grasp this neck
My instrument at last
I'll strangle it to death
I hear the laughs outside the speaker at my attempts at serious
Won't hold a candle to the rest won't hold a candle to the best
More like a key chain flashlight busted I'm adolescent novelty
With awkward wording I'm generic generica
I feel my lungs turning black
I feel the smokestacks closing in
Dirty fingers prewritten dreams
Selling life as a machine
I feel my aching bones inside me
Shrivel away like artifacts
With an ensignia on the back
Lettered and taped in body bags
It's cutting off my circulation, they've won, I'm breaking up on
the outside
I crumble like dust and am carried away.
Lets place our bets on all of our friends
See in the end which were despensable anyway
Expand the margins of these papers
Writing words I never meant to say
And I'll let go this photograph says so
I'll let go I swear to God of everything you told me so
Webster's would be pissed at my disrespect for protocol
Britannica's a liar the world can't be this small
Hands in the sack, attacked, never going back
To those who are taking role
Their potentials offer me nothing at all
7.Even For An Eggshell
Somethings rotten in the state of Denmark
A broken home, who picks up the pieces
Either way, Ophelia will cry
So lick your lips and mend your hair
This mess wont make a difference here
For anyone but you
Well get me out of this shell
The nights about wearing thin
And I never wanted this day to end
Moral fibers split till they're grey
And the gravedigger laughs as we waste away
A contest and the trick tip marks the end
Mistaken thirst quenched with this cup
The kiss of death from rotten lips
Never forget, never let live again
They sell better homes than these
I saw it on TV!
Perfect Lives
Perfect Lies
8.Richard Corry
The amber flow, sweat like the glass
Crimson faces forget the past
With a swisher sweet and a fireman's hack
We can reminisce but we can never look back
Unhappiness, a lonely road, who thought success could take such
a toll？
Unhappiness, a lonely road
Richard Coury put a bullet in his brain
Every day is the same, loneliness all the haze
So we live our lives and we have our fun while he wraps his lips
around the gun
Richard Coury was his name
Its 5 o'clock time to check the quotes
Down 22, rethink my do's and don'ts
Secretary won't you hold my calls
Cancel my appointments, I've got something to solve
9.Straight To Hell
So you can play on the fiddle
How's about a British jig and reel？
Speaking King's English in quotation
As steelhead towns feel the steel mills rust
Water froze in the generation
Clear as winter ice
This is your paradise
There ain't no need for ya
There ain't no need for ya
Go straight to hell, boy
Go straight to hell, boy
You wanna play mind-crazed banjo
On the druggy-drag ragtime U.S.A.？
In Parkland International
Hah! Junkiedom U.S.A.
Where procaine proves the purest rock man groove
and rat poison
The volatile Molatov says：
Lemme tell ya 'bout your blood bamboo kid.
It ain't Coca-Cola, it's rice.
There ain't no need for ya
There ain't no need for ya
Go straight to hell, boy
Go straight to hell, boy
You wanna join in a chorus
Of the Amerasian blues？
When it's Christmas out in Ho Chi Minh City
Kiddie say papa papa papa papa papa-san, take me home
See me got photo photo photograph
Of you and Mamma Mamma-san
Of you and Mamma Mamma-san
There ain't no need for ya
There ain't no need for ya
Go straight to hell, boy
Go straight to hell, boy
10.Victory Gin
Stepped off the plane with my rifle in hand
I used my sword to blind my eyes from the sand
Its a post-apocalyptic wet tee-shirt contest
Its spring break well I'm communally honest
Well I'm sold
I do what I'm told
Defense contractor dance party radio
Blood on my hands
Sex on my mind
Taking shots of petrol
Tracers light the sky
And I met the right ones
I joined a team
No tears americana theres no blood left to bleed
And I counted notches in a belt
This blood makes pretty good sunscreen
When deaths as hot as the sun
Daddy I hope you're proud I gave them my soul
11.Cold Weather Gear
And I cant wait to be back home on the plane
To see my poor daughter to see my poor baby's face
I've got the flashman in my sight
I wonder if hes got a daughter and if he's got a wife
And christmas eve came as a surprise
I counted my blessings and prayed to God for my life
I lost my best friend to Bastogne today
I wonder who'll tell his family and who'll tell his wife
12.Clap Hands Two Guns
I counted the holes that tore through Bastogne that day
There were so many that we left them unbarried
A 20 mile advancement on an allied front
With every shot I take writes out The Fog Of War
And I can't wait to fall asleep
My mind is racing, count bloody sheep again
I've got the flashman in my sight
To take his life, or give him mine
It's hard to get below a surface conversation
I'm a killer but not for one nation
Young man's cause revealed as an old man's game
As the blood spills out on the pavement
The star of david get special arrangements
Young man's cause revealed as an old man's game
13.No Ticket
Well I'm a member of the generation Pentium mind
post-Columbine kids we practice standing in line
I could hear the whistles blowin' at the degree factory
You better know your role
Paranoia kicks his shoes off and he settles in
Can't have a conversation without my head spinning
To the beat of the dark money metronome
The scattered tempo will arrest your soul
I brake for analogies on this road to cure a complimentary
disease of the heart
Provided at no extra charge by the liars spread by their whores
Cancer costs a bit more
Half full or half empty man its no concern
When the glass is smashed and you got nothing to learn
Come off your pedestal digress from your post
Obey the posters on the wall
Her goosebumps are whispering a secret to me
While logic's condescending on my fantasies
Searching for Atlantis in the thick of a storm
Capsize with the Montengards
Well I can't go it alone
But i don't need the approval of the megaphone
Because the voice behind's got a plan of his own
To play me for a fool
Even Ceaser can share some empathy
For the Fourth Estate's brutal murder atrocity
They tasted the blade of the Laissez-sword
And it burned when it went down
The weathermen are telling me that I'd better scramble
There's a storm on the brink that the levies won't handle
Opportunity's door is neither open or shut
It's rusted and propped ajar
I brake for analogies on this road to cure a complimentary
disease
My power is listed at the top of the screen
So play me for a fool
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