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Bells
03:37
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I don't Please or Thank God
In Church to be spiritual, and
I don't just love to live in mortal sin to be original
Don't personify my
Mysteries incomprehensible
I never severed a soul from that
Physical material
Living by a principle
Of universal parallels
Never boiled revelation
Down to a parable
Force me at gunpoint
To give up my philosophy
Then this is what I wouldn't say
Right before you shot me:
Void, creation, heaven, hell
I Know that nothing's true but this illusion of self
I lead a life-like dream
As a shepard of death
Try to Butcher the air into
Separate breaths
Void, creation, heaven, hell
I know the only truth
Was the love that we fell
For hooks and sinker
All the breaths we held gone
Butterfly fishing in the diving bells
So say the magic words
And lift the curse; Force
Your corpse back to work &
Throw the hearse in reverse; First
We're heavy breathing in the dirt
I'll serve up a feast for your ears with
A mouthful of worms
I'm like I won't spend my damned life
Dead to this paradise
Glimpse it oblivious
Three blind eyes I'm
Too Churchillian to stop in hell
One crown, clapper mouth,
Crack a smile at the bells
Void, Creation, Heaven, Hell...
If it's survival of the idle
And extinct to the rest
It's like you've borrowed all your time, and
You're mired in debt, and
I'm the guy with the scythe and
I've come to collect
And no I don't accept Money
Fame Power or Sex
You better give blood and
Bleed to the edge of what's next
Afore bells take their toll
And they knell for your flesh
I pursue her, heart so frightening
Quickest silver path of lightening
Reflex swift her strike so violent
Dumb and deft crack vaults of silence
We are one ring circles finger
I'm not singing click the trigger
Race your pulse to where I fell
Ringing empty shells upon the concrete
Bells
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2. |
Chaotica
03:26
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3. |
Arts of War
04:27
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Resonate a diaphragm
Into another diaphragm
I never thought you'd understand
I simplified the diagram
A jagged dagger drawn
Black swords in my two hands
Illustrate the mind
Be the mightier than
Any weapon of oppression
Uttered words of command
It's an attack on your flank
Baby infantry advance
Like a blitzkrieg backwards
Surrendering your territory
Conquered unconscious
Embracing the enemy
Details Spartan
Decorated Generals
Martyr manifested these
Little individuals
Space invasion
Occupied hours
Y X allied with the
Axis Powers
Graph the attack
It's interdimensional
Futile resistance
A force gravitational
Scourge of inertia
As apathy fought
I saw her claw a defeat
Out of victory's jaw
These are the arts of war
Armored hearts on
Attention whores we
Stand at easel
Portraits drawn
In Flanders Fields
Of fire we fall
Business unusual
Lest we remember
Our memories ended
November 11
Mask on target as
History beckons
A class that he passed
Nothing less than a lesson
From a new breed of teacher
Mr Ballistics
Media, Drama
Psychology, Physics
Teach me to open up
A magazine
A red scrawl on the wall
You can barely read
These are the arts of war
Armored hearts on
Attention whores we
Stand at easel
Portrait drawn
In Flanders Fields
Of fire we fall
Thin your blood, thin your blood
Here the water grows thicker
Crimson and white
Now the city is a river
You flooded the gutters
With lights On
No-one's at home
Brain on vacation
Body sits prone
Tick tick there's a
Bomb in your home
A chemical weaponised
Drone pheromone, been
Bottled and wafted
The stench of success
Never forget who can gas you the best
Accept resignation
As your right to choose
But you can only pick
The poison that's been chosen for you
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4. |
Cirque de L'espace
02:43
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5. |
God Willing
02:55
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Is he willing to stop evil but not able then he's impotent
Able to stop evil but not willing he's malevolent, heaven sent
Both willing and able then
Why do we have evil?
Neither able nor willing why bother calling him God?
Hello?
Introspeculation
Take a line of best fit
Foolish inquisition
Found their fantasies
In politics
Cavalry come flying in
On righteous wings
Vicious circling
Picking at the bones of these imaginary kings
More than one way to know God
More than one way to know God
Let the heretic choir sing
In the spirit of inquiry
(Ooo, ooo)
Heaven for heathen
A Sage Franciscan
Preaching cynicism
From a missionary position
Ninja like a Gideon
Quest for the wisdom as I
Question divisions and
If Life begins then death ends
At conception
(Think about it my friend)
In the spirit of a factory
Selling souls is business
Perforated families
Take holidays at Christmas
(Happy birthday Jesus!)
And if you wanna preach from Parliament Abbott I'm sorry
Keep your hands off women
Their decisions and celestial bodies
Their celestial bodies...
No, wait a minute I'm not sorry
More than one way to know God
More than one way to know God
Let the heretic choir sing
In the spirit of inquiry
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6. |
Seven Censors
03:36
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7. |
Nobody Here
03:34
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No mind, zen flow,
Finger at the moon
With a young son and widow
That Buddha was a bad dude
Walk through the forest
To the top of a mountain
Slaughter every simian
Thought in my environment
Sit down warrior
The Front's all quiet
In armor of crystal
I don't mind violence
Bloodstained saffron
Swing sword of insight
Cut down veins take
Heart to a playfight
Skyline predator
Maw of the night time
Pre-dawn neon hit a
Channel 7 samurai
Dagger from scabbard
Hold a throat to your knife
While I trade you a jewel for
The price of a life
So I gave it to you
Didn't know
What to do with it
Use it to prove that the moon's
Full of fingerprint
Left in the sky by the one
Who killed God
Then divided our minds
Just to hide who it was
And you gave it to me
Didn't know I could be-
-come a fool so enlightened by
Your scintillations
I'm blinded by diamonds
That ring in my ears
So I pick up and answer
"There's nobody here"
Nobody here, you scream
Nobody hears you scream
Imaginary friends
On the great white telephone
Execute the messenger just
Wait for the touch tone
Deaf to the piercings
Numb to the bludgeons
Rolling the twenties
Down in the dungeon
Dragons run from
Human fire
Drop that camera
Draw my ire
Ammunition pour
From your forehead in fear
Can't gun for the target
There's nobody here
Nobody here, you scream
Nobody hears you scream
With a crucifixation
A soldier alone
In a box coming home
Draped skull & cross bones
Break self-mutilator
Suffering for artwork
No anesthesia
The wounds of the truth hurt
Feelings ego
Purple heartless
Broken radar
Shots in darkness
Fragile sculptures
Heads get severed
Lock up your daughters in a
Prison of pleasure
Ashes ashes
Dust to the ether
In a carbon chrysalis
Diamond pressure
Facet reflected the
Structure of year
No void staring back 'cause
There's nobody here
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9. |
No Regrets America (NRA)
03:21
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Friends of violence call for
Silence out of respect I
Kept my eyes on the waterline
Them alligator heads cried a
Tragic Atlantic
A distant romantic
Drown it out all hail
Mary Automatic
Cordite Fragrant
Smell of burnt hair
Worthless words hanging
Thin smoke in the air
From the backroom
Thank you for smoking barrels
A Bushmaster's faster than
A whole pack of Camels
Armed to the cavities
Aiming at the animals
Courts in the crossfire
Banging like a gavel
Freedom ringing out it's a
Cannon in the battle
Minuscule bells tolling
Shells on the gravel
NRA
No Regrets, America
It's all over
The war for Aurora
NRA
My cold dead hands
And yours all warm
From the slaughter
NRA
No Regrets, America
It's all over
the war for Aurora
NRA,
My right to bear arms'
And yours to cradle dead daughters
A question for Callahan
Are the punks out of luck?
Cause roulette with a Glock
Doesn't pay very much
Do we just wait
Days mark spaces between yet
Another body countdown
Another town's name
To fall from our lips
Tears of sorrow and shame
And the greed is a shield
And a mirror
Reflecting the blame
The greed is a shield and a mirror
Reflecting the
NRA
No Regrets, America
It's all over
the war for Aurora
NRA
My cold dead hands
And yours all warm
From the slaughter
NRA
No Regrets, America
It's all over
the war for Aurora
NRA,
My right to bear arms'
And yours to cradle dead daughters
Personal arms race with a
Free and a brave face
Liberty's price
Paid in so many little graves
Export aggression it's
American made
Merchants of murder
Shake hand grenades
Same ones pray for a
Cell's right to life
Will deny a little girl
Has the right not to die
At the hands of a madman
Armed to the teeth
Or more like his fingertip
Itch trigger squeeze
Points ringing hollow
No treaty for peace, when
I can't tell militia
From the secret police
NRA
No Regrets, America
It's all over
the war for Aurora
NRA
My cold dead hands
And yours all warm
From the slaughter
NRA
No Regrets, America
It's all over
the war for Aurora
NRA,
My right to bear arms
And yours to cradle dead daughters
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