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The Empire Strikes First | Process Of Belief | The New America
No Substance (B-Sides) | No Substance | The Gray Race
All Ages | Stranger Than Fiction | Recipe For Hate | 80-85
Generator | Against The Grain | No Control | Suffer | Back To The Known
Into The Unknown | How Could Hell Be Any Worse? | Bad Religion |
Overture
Sinister Rouge
Social Suicide
Atheist Peace
All There Is
Los Angeles Is Burning
Let Them Eat War
God's Love | To Another Abyss
The Quickening
The Empire Strikes First
Beyond Electric Dreams
Boot Stamping On A
Human Face Forever
Live Again - The Fall Of Man |
| » Sinister Rouge « |
Is this burned
A light on the stake
Totured and dunked
In maimless grace
Centuries wane
Authority died
Scattering seeds of legion lies
Sinister rouge
Coming back for more
To even the score
Sinister rouge
Coming back for more
To even the score
Child molesters
And jazzuettes
Holding secret conference
Underneath the pocket'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
And then you'll see
We'll not forget
Lick the wounds
Try on some lead
The modern world
Rejects your head
Sinister rouge
Coming back for more
To even the score
Sinister rouge
Coming back for more
To even the score
Sinister rouge
A nightmare comes to see you
Sinister rouge |
| » Social Suicide « |
Right now
Well it's finally time to face my fears
Gunna get the hell out of here
And create a fresher atmosphere
But the consequences clear
There's a furnace set on high
And the yearning undefyed
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
Painting interest in the cast and crew
Why you've broken every single rule
There's a furnace set on high
And the yearning undefyed
But it's time to turn the tide
It's social suicide
Shadows entertain me
I don't want it masses
Shadows explain their known reactions
I don't even know if i can ever find truth
But I'm sure it wont come from far away
There's a furnace set on high
And the yearning undefyed
But it's time to turn the tide
It's social suicide |
| » Atheist Peace « |
Maybe it’s too late for an intellectual debate,
but a residue of confusion remains.
Changing with the times,
and amphetamine tortured minds
are average the 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 ran
political winds of discontent,
and the modern age emerged triumphantly.
But now that safety’s gone,
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,
though walking wounded in a pageant of contenders,
who balance on a rail of pain for just a pale refrain.
And everything is barely missed, but relations and (predicts?)
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 great dreamless sleep of a useless modern god
erodes away each sorry day as wretched adams, one hell to pay--
contained upon a rail of pain for just a little rain.
And everything is dearly missed, but relations and predicts
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, but relations and predicts
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
the sane man skirts under the wind
but down here in the city of the lime lights
the fans of santa ana are witherin'
and you can’t deny that living is easy
if you never look behind the scenery
it's showtime for drag lines
and bedlam is dreamin' of rain
when the hills of los angeles are burnin'
palm trees are candles in the murder wind
so many lives on the breeze
even the stars are ill at ease
and los angeles is burnin'
this is not a test
of the emergency broadcast system
when malibu fires and radio towers
conspire to dance again
and I cannot believe the media Mecca
they're only trying to battle reality, catch it on prime time, story at nine
the whole world is goin' insane
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 burnin'
a clock that reads
the end of days
shotgun roundabouts are bending in the haze
more a question than a curse
how could hell be any worse?
the flames are startin'
the cameras runnin'
so take warnin'
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 burnin' |
| » 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 crime
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
you 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 crime
we've got to kill 'em in the end
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)
but 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
And elegant 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 no 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”
Well we twist in torment and make believe
There’s a truth and we all submit
“Believe my eyes,” my brain replies
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 failed to stray
Cause I had nothing to offer but insufficiency
And you know that it’s such a bitch
When you learn to scratch that itch
A blatant fallibility
Sooner to some, but eventually
All kids pointed in the same direction
While the human masses and their vain 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 coast
Please come back to me again
Because the way that she bleeds
He’ll sit alone when he reads
Confusing words and deeds
So what does it mean…
[Chorus]
To pierce the fame of the sacred and profane
For science, in service of the 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 struggled 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 to be attained
and our breathing 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 |
| » 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 drape 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 looks and books on their side
And hearts bursting with national pride
They sand songs that 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
[Chorus] |
| » Live Again - The Fall Of Man « |
The road is narrow, the horizon wide
And to say what’s waiting on the other side
His soul, a warden (i.e. God), 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
Cho-cho-chosen colors off and in near skies
Progress and purpose help us realize
We pass along a brighter fate, you know it must be blind
[Chorus]
(Let’s go!)
[Chorus] |
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