Vitaminimal escape from parity stole my nightmares to distribute for charity Discouraged option to request amends severe reprisal from gore-texR and friends
No more livestock no more listlessness As long as we're quiet our dreams are blessed by hands that smite and feet that clatter against the roof of time
This is a day when everything's sick My tongue's stuck, my lungs burn all colors are sick This is everyday, I'll impose it on all To prove that I am though
Frogs croak, frogs croak for all From the dark grass outside, you can hear them call Satan is laughing, he is laughing at us all Look at the toiling
Pure encharting reconception of self-vindictive truth Over-eating expectation a subregarding sleuth seems to open for correction the understudied mind
Souls are crushed With a brittle sound Like crumbs are crushed When a table's undone Their blood was their wine Their mind was their meat Here they sat
At the end of history Mengele's smiling Trading tanks and Stukas for piss or mucus Or whatever the substance that will do for the tests Where the human
Who opened the door for the democrator? And how come he let in the market-conquistadors? Why is he acting as if he has something to hide? The privilege
Erase all borders, cultural esperanto Let the people be paupers and the customer king A stable market exclusive for cosmopolitical elites May the plebs
Call ages of extortion Hail champions of conversion Sail mountain ridge and ocean Fall pounce on every portion Rule demon over supplier More ravenous
The Czar went down to Catherine city When peasants clamp in feeble things are trampled down Is the flesh of a symbol-doomed worth any pity Did the rituals
Their voices I writhe Bereft of silence My soul can't hide I cower No rule applies My former masters Now dethroned Sounds of laughterpandemonic Panic
Concrete turns moisture Deflated tankers Liquid steelyards All angles collapse And it fits into a circle that starts to revolve From Hoover Dam to Dnyeproges
Vessels sink, men go under I don't wanna die, it feels like cancer A bridge-collapse, a train that flies I'm scared of the screams that fill the skies
Mawkish vulture undigniflies Call him uncle and he will rise from the newsstand mediate crapitation Face me down Death your crown Bring your waffle
The curse of freedom bears the plague of splintered truth One God becomes a million and then they all become fraud Kneel down to be righteous, kneel down
[Originally performed by Dr. Know] Thursday morning at 7 A. M. A young boy found dead in a garbage can When apprehended the police asked why "God told
Are You covered? Are You under this stone? Can I call You? Can I see You alone? Will You show up? Is it Your place or mine? Are we friendly? What You
