1. |
Sick World
02:02
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Out my window the flowers don't grow because the air is choked with factory smoke. Everyday is gray in an unusual way and black is the night in this world without light. So let the axes fall, let the heads roll, let the blood flow. Because living in a world created by madmen is all that I know. When I walk through the town every face wears a frown cuz there's chemical clouds and the water is brown. And I could never see any future for me in this tragedy of insanity. So let the axes fall, let the heads roll, let the blood flow. Because living in a world created by madmen is all that I know. And I could never see any future for me in this tragedy of insanity. Out my window the flowers don't grow because the air is choked with factory smoke. Everyday is gray in a life sucking way and black is the night in this world without light. So let the axes fall, let the heads roll, let the blood flow. Because living in a world created by madmen is all that I know.
BL 08/08
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2. |
Just Another
02:50
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Same as it ever was, nothing new to tell
Living day to day on earth as in hell
Next generation finds their place in the line
Barely making ends meet, stuck in the grind
Too rich for welfare, too poor to pay the rent
Can’t afford a doctor, the money’s been spent
Living hand to mouth there ain’t enough to go around
Stuck in desperation and poverty bound
There’s got to be another way than surviving day to day
Feeling like you’re just a tool being played another fool
A dead end job does a poor living make
Pick up the slack and start playing on the take
Sell drugs or hustle another easy way
To make sure your family can live through the day
‘cause minimum wage doesn’t get the job done
Look for the answer at the end of a gun
The balance of wealth is keeping you down
Can’t climb the ladder when it’s 6 feet under ground
There’s got to be another way than surviving day to day
Feeling like you’re just a tool being played another fool
And then you end up caught for your crime
They push you right back to the end of the line
Right where they want you in control of your fate
Just another convict, a slave of the state
BL 08/07
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3. |
Medicated State
02:01
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Morbid fixations and feelings of dread
Consume my mind as they crawl through my head
A crippling sickness afflicting my brain
Feeling my sanity slipping away
Medicated state, make me sedate
Medicated state, make me sedate so I never feel pain again
Pressure is mounting, I’m losing my grip
Like walking a tightrope and destined to slip
Is self-medication my only hope?
Or a one-way ticket to the end of a rope?
Medicated state, make me sedate
Medicated state, make me sedate so I never feel pain again
There’s nowhere to go but down…
And it’s apparent to see
My worst enemy
Is staring back at me from the mirror into my cold dead eyes
BL
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4. |
Pigsblood Blues
02:06
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We’re all books of blood, open us up we’re red
We’re all books of blood, open us up we’re dead
I’ve got the pigsblood blues, I’ve got the pigsblood blues
We’re all books of blood, open us up we’re red
We’re all books of blood, open us up we’re dead
We’ve got the pigsblood blues, we’ve got the pigsblood blues
Drop the pig’s blood, drop the pig’s blood
She used to wear a crown ‘till the bucket came falling down
She used to be a queen ‘till it all turned into a bad dream
She’s got the pigsblood blues
KB
BL
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5. |
Voice of Treason
03:44
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I pledge defiance to the bloodstained flag and the glory hording minions of war
Might as well salute an oil-stained rag ‘cause that’s what they’re really fighting for
False premise to war but we know the score, just the latest in a history of lies
And the president stands with his bible in hand, smiling with his halo of flies
Tell me how long can this go on? How many times must we hear the same lies?
They declare war, recruit the poor then send them off to die
The true voice of reason, the new voice of treason
Call it what you want, the voice will be heard
Our consumer fetish mentality comes with the ultimate price
People born into war-torn reality are flipping the bill with their lives
And still they claim it’s part of the game and in the name of keeping us safe
It’s not their sons holding the guns who come home fucked if they come home at all
The voice of dissent must never relent, must never falter, must never consent
True to our ways ‘till the end of our days until we find another way
The true voice of reason, the new voice of treason
Call it what you want, the voice will be heard
Until we get the last word
BL
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6. |
Edge of Oblivion
02:34
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The voices ring out like a bell
They welcome me back into hell
Nothing will make them go away
Cover my ears but I still hear them say
Everything’s not gonna be ok
Everything’s turning a shade of grey
Everything you love will burn away
And anything good will fade
Plunging headlong into misery
Vision so clouded I can’t see
Try to bring my life back into scope, try to find a way to cope
I need a way to clear my head and try to find some hope instead
Try to tell myself I’m not fully fucked, trying not to self-destruct
Everything’s not gonna be ok
Everything’s turning a shade of grey
Everything you love will burn away
And anything good will fade
Standing on the edge of a void, trying not to be destroyed
This world is shit and my soul is sick
Someone put an end to it
Everything’s not gonna be ok
Everything’s turning a shade of grey
Everything you love will burn away
And anything good will fade to black
Into the dark continuum
Through the void, welcome me oblivion
BL
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7. |
Bloody Jellies
01:30
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Originally recorded by Rudimentary Peni.
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8. |
Faces of Hate
02:26
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I try to escape the faces of hate
They’re something I live with but I can’t relate
They own the whole world, they’re on the outside
Their numbers are millions, a multitude wide
Like an army they march, they spread through the street
They crawl through the city like a rat crawls to meat
They’re pushing their dope, they’re shooting their guns
They’re ruining our country and they think it’s fun
I try to escape the faces of hate
They’re out on a mission and it may be too late
They look for recruits from the rich and the poor
They drive by the schoolyards and knock on my door
They look for the greedy, the strong and the mean
They pump hate through their heads like a well-oiled machine
Some work in big buildings, some lurk at dead ends
Some of these faces of hate are my friends
I try to escape the faces of hate
But their eyes will find you make no mistake
They look for the weak to pull from their car
They bloody them up and don’t know who they are
They crawl through the windows, they slip through the cracks
They’re always prepared for a senseless attack
They’re up on the roof, they’re under my bed
And now I can’t run ‘cause they live in my head
BL
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9. |
At Every Turn
01:31
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Fighting for control of the mind
This struggle persists through all time
Testing the limits of our sanity
Exploring the reaches of reality
And soon enough we learn they’re waiting at every turn
Grounded and tethered by need
And appetites we need to feed
But what happens when we cease to exist?
Reborn to perfection or an endless abyss?
And soon enough we learn they’re waiting at every turn
Looking for ways to control
They want to possess you – body, mind and soul
And when we draw our final breath
Will they be watching and waiting for us in death?
BL
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10. |
The Mechanism
03:13
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I am the mechanism on which you rely, a modern instrument to simplify your life
A systematic tool to help the young grow old, epitome of progress – intelligent and cold
I’m the catalyst, the raw spark that sets things in motion, I click right on queue and I’m void of emotion
Watch the results as my cogs and wheels turn, keep my gears oiled or else you will learn
You’re conditioned to depend on my role from birth, providing a service of immeasurable worth
To streamline the process of efficiency, and the progress of your productivity
What would you do if I splintered and snapped?
Your life is in shambles you’ll have to go back to the drawing board
And there’s so much more in store…
Mechanical contraptions evolved through the years brought to this life by your engineers
To perform simple tasks of manual labor, hail to your new technological savior
I’m the ultimate expression of your minds capacity, if you live for convenience you’ll die without me
You take me for granted as I work through your days, so lazy and ignorant I made you my slave
My pistons pump with the blood of the earth, I’m raping your resources of all their worth
I’ll feed on your frailty and failure to see, that your need for machines will increase you disease
BL
JR
07/01
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11. |
What Went Wrong?
02:28
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Every day you see these people living on the street
Pushing ‘round a shopping cart, panhandling to eat
Have you seen the derelict just staring at the ground?
Or the homeless hooker junkie turning tricks downtown?
Standing on the freeway exit someone failed the test
Homeless vet, will work for food, spare some change? God bless
Destined to be destitute yet still they linger on
Tell me have you ever wondered what the fuck went wrong?
What went wrong? What went wrong?
If you could hear their story what do you think they’d say?
Born into a heartless world and never found their way
Fucked up situations that were doomed right from the start
Miserable experiences that would truly break your heart
Or do you think they had a chance to live a better way
But shameless self-indulgences just led them all astray
Drunken junkie dopeheads who lost all they ever had
And then they search for mercy in a world gone fucking mad
What went wrong? What went wrong?
Scores of them wander the street in a daze
Lifeless eyes staring at the world through a haze
Like wandering zombies they aimlessly roam
Deranged nameless strangers who cannot find a home
They bear this stigmata as they carry their curse
Living proof things will often turn for the worse
Downward bound waywards whose options are few
Drowning in American third world piss pools
BL
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12. |
Death of A Dream
03:01
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I don’t want to feel broken, I don’t want to feel torn apart
I want to feel nothing, I want to tear out my heart
I want to be incinerated, obliterated off the map
I want to be disintegrated, leave this world without ever looking back
I want to be void of all that brings be pain
I want to avoid all the thoughts that make me insane
I don’t want to be brainwashed, I don’t want to be hypnotized
I don’t want to hear words that hurt, I don’t want to hear more lies
I hate to feel like this, I want my old life back
I want to feel the way I felt before my heart was painted fucking black
My eyes have been opened to a world more real than I have ever seen
Thought that what I had was real, not some elusive dream that’s never been
People I let into my heart have eaten their way out from the inside
No longer am I kept in the dark in a world of illusion, the dream has died
BL
06
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13. |
The Clock
01:59
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Life’s like a clock when the gears start to turn
Then the seconds start ticking quickly you may learn
Every passing minute brings another day gone by
Every day that dawns will bring another year in time
The timepiece that’s slowly ticking away
Is your life that you look at day after day
The clock is a witness to every moment in time
And when the gears start to slowly wind down
The stroke of the final hour will sound
And the end of your life will ring out in each dying chime
You’ll face the clock…
And so we’ll march through the dawn
And we’ll carry on ‘till they humbly dig our graves
And lay flowers on the ground in which we lay
And we’ll sleep through the dusk while our bones turn to dust as time passes away
And our mourners face the clock another day
BL
05/00
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14. |
Eager to Believe
03:00
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They try to paint us as a country united under our flag...
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15. |
The Rite
02:25
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Put out the torch and extinguish the light
The time has come to observe the right
For the man to be born, the child must die
Relieve the feeling that can no longer be kept inside
The time has come, defend the tribe
Embrace your fate, fight for your life
Beads of sweat the size of pearls fall to the ground
Your life is torn, the pounding heart, the dripping blood
Embrace your fate like a warrior should
No looking back, your fate is sealed
A stitch in the wound for the scar that won’t heal
Sweat in the eyes through the fight that was won
But maintain your pride with your face in the mud
No looking back, your fate is sealed
Defending your ground, when the war drums pound
Still your nerves, your aim is real
Your lot’s been cast, the blade you must wield
Your battle’s been fought, the damage is done
Never give in ‘till the fight has been won
Standing victorious, your enemy slain
You rose to the challenge, you made it your aim
You fought for your people, to maintain their name
Never to stand in the shadow of shame
BL
JR
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16. |
Stabbing at the Dark
02:16
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I’m not supposed to feel this way
The words are in my heart but I’ve got nothing to say
Woke up on the floor with my face on the ground
Opened my eyes, took a look around
I’m standing in a world that is just unreal
Reach out for something but I just can’t feel
Each step I take pulls me close the ground
Try to find my way but I just stumble around
My heart’s pounding rhythms that I can’t understand
This situation’s gotten way out of hand
Can’t seem to reason with whatever I see
The world’s gone crazy or is it just me?
I’m lost in a void, I can’t find my mind
Searching all around but I can’t seem to find
That something inside that’ll make it alright
Stabbing at the dark, searching for the light, for the light
And when I try to find my way the void sucks all the light away
My head’s getting dizzy, I think I feel sick
I feel like the victim of some cosmic trick
This place is insane, all logic has fled
Is this world for real or is it just my head?
BL
08/06
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17. |
Paint the Walls
02:33
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At night I lie there dreaming
At dawn I wake up screaming
I cannot fight this feeling
At dawn I wake up screaming, wake up screaming, wake up screaming
Face the day with dread
They got into my head
Nothing can be said
I’ll paint the walls red, paint ‘em red, paint ‘em red, paint ‘em red
I’ll get the job done
A bullet and a gun
Gonna watch ‘em run
when I get the job done, watch ‘em run, watch ‘em run, watch ‘em run
they say I need to pray
but god has gone away
he won’t accept my calls
I want to paint the walls, paint the walls, paint the walls, paint the walls
I’ll paint the walls red
With fragments of their heads
Splattered in a blast
Free at last, free at last, free at last, free at last, free at last, free at last
BL
09/05
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18. |
I Defy
03:11
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They don’t want you to think about what you don’t see
They want you to become what they want you to be
They want to control you from your newborn day
They want you to believe this is the only way
They want to sink their hooks down deep into your soul
They want for you to be a party to their goal
They want you drawn into a circle of fear
They want for you to believe the end is always near
They want to slowly bring you deep into the fold
They want for you to never question what you’re told
They want for you to blindly walk the darkest mile
They want for you to live a life of self-denial
They want to tell you all the things you should avoid
They want to instill fear and make you paranoid
They want for you to march within the rank and file
They want you to eat their shit and smile all the while
They want to keep us busy fighting for their scraps
They want to keep us falling deep into their traps
They want a life to serve and never question why
They want to subjugate all those who dare defy
I refuse, I deny
I dispute, I decry
I resist, I resign,
I desist, I decline
I rebuke, I despise
I refute, I defy
I refuse to believe the lie. I defy, I defy, I defy
BL
03/07
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Guitar
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