Intolerance
I don't want to be hostile.
I don't want to be dismal.
But I don't want to rot in an apathetic existance either.
See
I want to believe you,
and I want to trust
and I want to have faith to put away the dagger.

But you lie, cheat, and steal.
And yet
I tolerate you.
Veil of virtue hung to hide your method
while I smile and laugh and dance
and sing your praise and glory.
Shroud of virtue hung to mask your stigma
as I smile and laugh and dance
and sing your glory
while you
lie, cheat, and steal.
How can I tolerate you.

Our guilt,our blame,
I've been far too sympathetic.
Our blood, our fault.
I've been far too sympathetic.

I am not innocent.
You are not innocent.
Noone is innocent.

I will no longer tolerate you
Even if I must go down beside you.
Because,
Noone is innocent.




Prison Sex
It took so long to remember just what happened.
I was so young and vestal then,
you know it hurt me,
but I'm breathing so I guess I'm still alive
even if signs seem to tell me otherwise.
I've got my hands bound,
my head down , my eyes closed,
and my throat wide open.

Do unto others what has been done to you

I'm treading water,
I need to sleep a while.
My lamb and martyre, you look so precious.
Won't you come a bit closer,
close enough so I can smell you.
I need you to feel this,
I can't stand to burn too long.
Released in this sodomy.
For one sweet moment I am whole.

Do unto you now what has been done to me.

You're breathing so I guess you're still alive
even if signs seem to tell me otherwise.
Won't you come just a bit closer,
close enough so I can smell you.
I need you to feel this.
I need this to make me whole.
There's release in this sodomy.
For I am your witness that
blood and flesh can be trusted.
And only this one holy medium brings me piece of mind.

Got your hands bound, your head down,
your eyes closed.
You look so precious now.

I have found some kind of temporary sanity in this
shit blood and cum on my hands.

I've come round full circle.
My lamb and martyr, this will be over soon.
You look so precious.





Sober
There's a shadow just behind me,
shrouding every breath I take,
making every promise empty,
pointing every finger at me.
Waiting like a stalking butler
who upon the finger rests.
Murder now the path called "must we"
just before the son has come.
Jesus, won't you fucking whistle
something but the past and done?

Why can't we not be sober?
I just want to start this over.
Why can't we drink forever.
I just want to start things over.

I am just a worthless liar.
I am just an imbecile.
I will only complicate you.
Trust in me and fall as well.
I will find a center in you.
I will chew it up and leave,
I will work to elevate you
just enough to bring you down.

Trust me.

Mother Mary won't you whisper
something but what's past and done.

Trust me.

I want what I want.




Bottom
My compassion is broken now. My will is eroded,
and my desire stolen and it makes me feel ugly.
I'm on my knees and burning.
My piss and moans are the fuel that set my head on fire.
So smell my soul burning.
I'm broken, looking up to see the enemy.
I have swallowed the poison you feed me...
but I survive on it,
and it leaves me guilt fed, hatred fed, weakness fed...
and I feel ugly, and dead inside.

Shit adds up at the bottom.

You've left me no choice but to go inside and rebuild
what's broken.
Too much , too far , too late to lie down now.
I must arm myself to fight you
by making weapons out of my imperfections.
It's all I have left.
There's no other choice.
I'm shameless, nameless, nothing, and noone now.
But my soul must be iron for my fear is naked.
I'm naked and fearless.
But I'm dead inside.
You see.. shit adds up, now I'm dead inside.
Hatred, weakness, and guilt keep me alive
at the bottom.




Crawl Away
You crawled away from me.
Slipped away from me.
I tried to keep ahold,
but there was nothing I could say.
You slid and crept away
and there was nothing I could say.
So what you're trying to say
is you don't wanna play.
But what you want and what you need
doesn't mean fuck to me.

Because I can see your back is turning.
If I could I'd stick the knife in.

This is love.
This is my love for you.

Get up.

Now.

Say you won't go.




Swamp Song
My warning meant nothing.
You're dancing in quicksand.
Why don't you watch where you're wandering?
Why don't you watch where you're stumbling?
You're wading knee deep and going in.
And you may never come back again.

This bog is thick and easy to get lost in
when you're a stupid,dumb ass, beligerant fucker.

I hope it sucks you down.

Wander in and wandering.
Noone even invited you in.
But still you stumble in stumbling.
So suffocate
or get out while you can.

Noone told you to come.

I hope it sucks you down.




Undertow
gone under two times.
I've been struck dumb by a voice that
speaks from deep
beneath the cold black water.
It's twice as clear as heaven,
and twice as loud as reason.
It's deep and rich like silt on a riverbed
and just as undisturbing.
the currents mouth below me opens up around me.
suggests and beckons all while swallowing.
It surrounds and drowns and sweeps me away.

But I'm so comfortable...Too comfortable.

shut up shut up shut up shut up
shut up shut up shut up shut up
you're saturating me
So how could I let this bring me
back to my knees again again again

under for the third time.
I've been baptized by your voice.
it screams from deep beneath the endless water.
and it's half as high as heaven
and half as clear as reason.
it's cold and and black like silt on the riverbed.
But I'm so comfortable.
Far too comfortable.
Why don't you kill me,
I'm weak and numb and insignificant,
and I'm back on my knees.
lost in euphoria.
I'm back down. I'm in the undertow.
I'm helpless and awake in the undertow.
I'll die within your undertow.
It seems there's no other way out of this undertow.

euphoria.




4 Degrees
Get up and free yourself from yourself.

Locked up inside you,
like the calm beneath castles,
is a cavern of treasures that
noone has been to.
Let's go digging.
Bring it out to take you back in.

You won't do what you'd like to do.
Lay back and let me show you another way.
I'll kill what you want me to,
take what's left and eat it.
Take all or nothing.
Life's just too short to push it away.
Take it all.
Take it all in.
All the way in.
Let it go.
Let it go in.
You won't feel what you'd like to feel.
Lay back and let me show you another way.

If you knock me down I'll come back running,
knock you down,
it won't be long now
All the way in.
All the way.
Take it up higher.
4 degrees warmer.
Give in now
and let me in.
You'll like this in
Don't pull it out.
It brings us closer than
dying and cancer and crying.
Come on .
You can take it all.
Just like that.




Flood
Here comes the water.

All I knew and all I believed
are crumbling images
that no longer comfort me.
I scramble to reach higher ground,
some order and sanity,
or somthing to comfort me.

So I take what is mine,and hold what is mine,
suffocate what is mine, and bury what's mine.
Soon the water will come
and claim what is mine.
I must leave it behind,
and climb to a new place now.

This ground is not the rock I thought it to be.

Thought I was high, and free.
I thought I was there
divine destiny.

I was wrong.
This changes everything.

The water is rising up on me.
Thought the sun would come deliver me,
but the truth has come to punish me instead.

The ground is breaking down right under me.
Cleanse and purge me
in the water.




Disgustipated
And the angel of the lord came unto me, snatching me up from my place of slumber.
And took me on high, and higher still until we moved to the spaces betwixt the air itself.
And he brought me into a vast farmlands of our own midwest.
And as we descended, cries of impending doom rose from the soil.
One thousand, nay a million voices full of fear. And terror possesed me then.
And I begged, "Angel of the Lord, what are these tortured screams?"
And the angel said unto me, "These are the cries of the carrots, the cries of the carrots!
You see, Reverend Maynard, tomorrow is harvest day and to them it is the holocaust."
And I sprang from my slumber drenched in sweat like the tears of
one million terrified brothers and roared, "Hear me now, I have seen the light!
They have a consciousness, they have a life, they have a soul! Damn you!
Let the rabbits wear glasses! Save our brothers!"
Can I get an amen? Can I get a hallelujah?

Thank you Jesus.

Life feeds on life feeds on life feeds on life feeds on........
This is necessary.

It was daylight when you woke up in your ditch.
You looked up at your sky then.
That made blue be your color.
You had your knife there with you too.
When you stood up there was goo all over your clothes.
Your hands were sticky.
You wiped them on your grass, so now your color was green.
Oh Lord, why did everything always have to keep changing like this.
You were already getting nervous again.
Your head hurt and it rang when you stood up.
Your head was almost empty.
It always hurt you when you woke up like this.
You crawled up out of your ditch onto your gravel road and began to walk,
waiting for the rest of your mind to come back to you.
You can see the car parked far down the road and you walked toward it.
"If God is our Father," you thought, "then Satan must be our cousin."
Why didn't anyone else understand these important things?
You got to your car and tried all the doors.
They were locked.
It was a red car and it was new.
There was an expensive leather camera case laying on the seat.
Out across your field, you could see two tiny people walking by your woods.
You began to walk towards them.
Now red was your color and, of course, those little people out there were yours too.

Stinkfist
Something has to change.
Un-deniable dilemma.
Boredom's not a burden
Anyone should bear.

Constant over stimulation numbs me
and I wouldn't have
It any other way.

It's not enough.
I need more.
Nothing seems to satisfy.
I don't want it.
I just need it.
To feel, to breathe, to know I'm alive.

Finger deep within the borderline.
Show me that you love me and that we belong together.
Relax, turn around and take my hand.

I can help you change
Tired moments into pleasure.
Say the word and we'll be
Well upon our way.

Blend and balance
Pain and comfort
Deep within you
Till you will not have me any other way.

It's not enough.
I need more.
Nothing seems to satisfy.
I don't want it.
I just need it.
To feel, to breathe, to know I'm alive.

Knuckle deep inside the borderline.
This may hurt a little but it's something you'll get used to.
Relax. Slip away.

Something kinda sad about
the way that things have come to be.
Desensitized to everything.
What became of subtlety?

How can it mean anything to me
If I really don't feel anything at all?

I'll keep digging till
I feel something.

Elbow deep inside the borderline.
Show me that you love me and that we belong together.
Shoulder deep within the borderline.
Relax. Turn around and take my hand.




Eulogy
He had alot to say.
He had alot of nothing to say.
We'll miss him.

So long.
We wish you well.
You told us how you weren't afraid to die.
Well then, so long.
Don't cry.
Or feel too down.
Not all martyrs see divinity.
But at least you tried.

Standing above the crowd,
He had a voice that was strong and loud.
We'll miss him.
Ranting and pointing his finger
At everything but his heart.
We'll miss him.

No way to recall
What it was that you had said to me,
Like I care at all.

So loud.
You sure could yell.
You took a stand on every little thing
And so loud.

Standing above the crowd,
He had a voice so strong and loud and I
Swallowed his facade cuz I'm so
Eager to identify with
Someone above the ground,
Someone who seemed to feel the same,
Someone prepared to lead the way, with
Someone who would die for me.

Will you? Will you now?
Would you die for me?
Don't you fuckin lie.

Don't you step out of line.
Don't you fuckin lie.

You've claimed all this time that you would die for me.
Why then are you so surprised to hear your own eulogy?

You had alot to say.
You had alot of nothing to say.

Come down.
Get off your fuckin cross.
We need the fuckin space to nail the next fool martyr.

To ascend you must die.
You must be crucified
For your sins and your lies. [sic]
Goodbye...




H.
What's coming through is alive.
What's holding up is a mirror.
But what's singing songs is a snake
Looking to turn this piss to wine.

They're both totally void of hate,
But killing me just the same.

The snake behind me hisses
What my damage could have been.
My blood before me begs me
Open up my heart again.

And I feel this coming over like a storm again.
Considerately.

Venomous voice, tempts me,
Drains me, bleeds me,
Leaves me cracked and empty.
Drags me down like some sweet gravity.

The snake behind me hisses
What my damage could have been.
My blood before me begs me
Open up my heart again.

And I feel this coming over like a storm again.

I am too connected to you to
Slip away, to fade away.
Days away I still feel you
Touching me, changing me,
And considerately killing me.

Without the skin,
Beneath the storm,
Under these tears
The walls came down.

And the snake is drowned and
As I look in his eyes,
My fear begins to fade
Recalling all of those times.

I could have cried then.
I should have cried then.

And as the walls come down and
As I look in your eyes
My fear begins to fade
Recalling all of the times
I have died
and will die.
It's all right.
I don't mind.

I am too connected to you to
Slip away, to fade away.
Days away I still feel you
Touching me, changing me,

And considerately killing me.




Useful Idiot
There are no words.


Forty-Six & 2
My shadow's

Shedding skin and
I've been picking
Scabs again.
I'm down
Digging through
My old muscles
Looking for a clue.

I've been crawling on my belly
Clearing out what could've been.
I've been wallowing in my own confused
And insecure delusions
For a piece to cross me over
Or a word to guide me in.
I wanna feel the changes coming down.
I wanna know what I've been hiding in

My shadow.
Change is coming through my shadow.
My shadow's shedding skin
I've been picking
My scabs again.

I've been crawling on my belly
Clearing out what could've been.
I've been wallowing in my own chaotic
And insecure delusions.

I wanna feel the change consume me,
Feel the outside turning in.
I wanna feel the metamorphosis and
Cleansing I've endured within

My shadow
Change is coming.
Now is my time.
Listen to my muscle memory.
Contemplate what I've been clinging to.
Forty-six and two ahead of me.

I choose to live and to
Grow, take and give and to
Move, learn and love and to
Cry, kill and die and to
Be paranoid and to
Lie, hate and fear and to
Do what it takes to move through.

I choose to live and to
Lie, kill and give and to
Die, learn and love and to
Do what it takes to step through.

See my shadow changing,
Stretching up and over me.
Soften this old armor.
Hoping I can clear the way
By stepping through my shadow,
Coming out the other side.
Step into the shadow.
Forty six and two are just ahead of me.




Message to Harry Manback
Portions by:
* Ryan Adam
* Chris Jenkins
* John Roumanis
* Giuliano Golfieri
[words in brackets unclear]

Figlio di puttana, sai che tu sei un pezzo di merda?
(1) Hm? You think you're cool, right? Hm? Hm?
When you kicked out people [out of] your house I tell you this,
one of three Americans die of cancer, you know? Asshole.
You're gonna be one of those.
I [didn't too / don't have the] courage to kick your ass directly.
Don't have enough courage for that, I could, you know.
You know you're gonna have another accident?
You know I'm involved with black magic? Fuck you. Die. Bastard.
You think you're so cool, hm? Asshole.
And if I ever see your fucking face around, In Europe or Italy,
Well I'll -- That time I'm gonna kick your ass. Fuck you.
Fucking Americans, Yankee. You're gonna die outta cancer, I promise.
[Bang bang / Deep pain] No one does what you did to me.
You wanna know something? Fuck you.
I want your balls smashed, eat shit. Bastard.
Pezzo di merda, figlio di puttana.

(2) I hope somebody in your family dies soon.
(3) Crepa, pezzo di merda, e vai a sucare cazzi su un aereo!
(1) Son of a bitch, do you know you are a piece of shit?
(2) Piece of shit, son of a bitch.
(3) Die, piece of shit, and go suck dicks on a plane!




Hooker with a Penis
I met a boy wearing Vans,
501s, and a Dope Beastie t,
nipple rings, and New tattoos
that claimed that he Was OGT,
From '92, The first EP.
And in between Sips of Coke
He told me that He thought

We were sellin' out,
Layin' down,
Suckin' up To the man.

Well now I've got some Advice for you, little buddy.
Before you point the finger
You should know that I'm the man,
And if I'm the man,
Then you're the man, and
He's the man as well so you can Point that fuckin' finger up your ass.

All you know about me is what I've sold you,
Dumb fuck.

I sold out long before you ever heard my name.
I sold my soul to make a record,
Dip shit, And you bought one.
So I've got some Advice for you, little buddy.
Before you point your finger
You should know that I'm the man,
If I'm the fuckin' man
Then you're the fuckin' man as well

So you can Point that fuckin' finger up your ass.
All you know about me is what I've sold you,
Dumb fuck.

I sold out long before you ever heard my name.
I sold my soul to make a record,
Dip shit, And you bought one.

All you read and Wear or see and Hear on TV
Is a product Begging for your Fatass dirty Dollar
So...Shut up and Buy my new record Send more money Fuck you, buddy.




Intermission
There are no words.




jimmy
What was it like to see
The face of your own stability
Suddenly look away
Leaving you with the dead and hopeless?

Eleven and she was gone.
Eleven is when we waved good-bye.
Eleven is standing still,

Waiting for me to free him By coming home.
Moving me with a sound.
Opening me within a gesture.
Drawing me down and in,
Showing me where it all began, Eleven.

It took so long to realize that
You hold the light that's been leading me back home.
Under a dead ohio sky,
Eleven has been and will be waiting,
Defending his light,
And wondering...

Where the hell have I been?
Sleeping, lost, and numb.
So glad that I have found you.
I am wide awake and heading home.
Hold your light, Eleven.

Lead me through each gentle step by step by inch by loaded memory.
I'll move to heal As soon as pain allows so we can
Reunite and both move on together.
Hold your light, Eleven.

Lead me through each gentle step by step By inch by
loaded memory 'till one and one are one, eleven,

So glow, child, glow.

I'm heading back home.




Die Eier Von Satan
GERMAN by Denis Hoffmann

Die Eier von Satan
Eine halbe Tasse Staubzucker
Ein Viertel Teelöffel Salz
Eine Messerspitze türkisches Haschisch
Ein halbes Pfund Butter
Ein Teelöffel Vanillenzucker
Ein halbes Pfund Mehl
Einhundertfünfzig Gramm gemahlene Nüsse
Ein wenig extra Staubzucker

... und keine Eier ...

In eine Schüssel geben Butter einrühren
Gemahlene Nüsse zugeben und Den Teig verkneten
Augenballgroße Stücke vom Teig formen
Im Staubzucker wälzen und

Sagt die Zauberwörter

Simsalbimbamba Saladu Saladim

Auf ein gefettetes Backblech legen und
Bei zweihundert Grad für fünfzehn Minuten backen und

KEINE EIER

Bei zweihundert Grad für fünfzehn Minuten backen und

Keine Eier...



ENGLISH by Mr. Punch

The Eggs/Balls of Satan
Half a cup of powdered sugar
One quarter teaspoo salt
One knifetip
Turkish hash
Half a pound butter
One teaspoon vanilla-sugar
Half a pound flour 150 g ground nuts
A little extra powdered sugar

... and no eggs ...

Place in a bowl
Add butter
Add the ground nuts and
Knead the dough
Form eyeball-size pieces from the dough
Roll in the powdered sugar and
say the Magic Words:

"Sim sala bim bamba sala do saladim"

Place on a greased baking pan and
Bake at 200 degrees for 15 minutes

...AND NO EGGS...

Bake at 200 degrees for 15 minutes

...and no eggs...




Pushit
I will choke until I swallow...
Choke this infant here before me.
What is this but my reflection?
Who am I to judge and strike you down?

But you're Pushing and shoving me.

You still love me and you pushit on me.
Rest your trigger on my finger, bang my head upon the fault line.
Take care not to make me enter 'cause if
I do we both may disappear.

But you're pushing me, Shoving me.

Pushit on me.

Slipping back into the gap again.
I'm alive when you're touching me,
Alive when you're shoving me down.
But i'd trade it all
For just a little bit of Piece of mind.
Put me somewhere I don't wanna be.
Seeing someplace I don't wanna see.
Never wanna see that place again.
Saw that gap again today
As you were begging me to stay.

Managed to push myself away,
And you, as well.

If, when I say I may fade like a sigh if I stay,
You minimize my movement anyway,
I must persuade you another way.
There's no love in fear.
Staring down the hole again.
Hands upon my back again.
Survival is my only friend.
Terrified of what may come.

Just remember I will always love you,
Even as I tear your fucking throat away.

But it will end no other way.




Cesaro Summability
There are no words.





Ænema
Some say the end is near.
Some say we'll see armageddon soon.
I certainly hope we will.
I sure could use a vacation from this...

Bullshit... three... ring... circus sideshow of

Freaks here in this hopeless fucking hole we call LA
The only way to fix it is to flush it all away.
Any fucking time.
Any fucking day.
Learn to swim,
I'll see you down in Arizona bay.

Fret for your figure
and Fret for your latte
and Fret for your hairpiece
and Fret for your lawsuit
and Fret for your prozac
and Fret for your pilot
and Fret for your contract
and Fret for your car.

It's a Bullshit... three... ring... circus... sideshow of

Freaks here in this hopeless fucking hole we call LA
The only way to fix it is to flush it all away.
Any fucking time.
Any fucking day.
Learn to swim,
I'll see you down in Arizona bay.

Some say a comet will fall from the sky.
Followed by meteor showers and tidal waves.
Followed by faultlines that cannot sit still.
Followed by millions of dumbfounded dipshits.

Some say the end is near.
Some say we'll see armageddon soon.
I certainly hope we will
cuz I sure could use a vacation from this
Silly shit, stupid shit...

One great big festering neon distraction,
I've a suggestion to keep you all occupied.

Learn to swim...


Mom's gonna fix it all soon.
Mom's comin' round to put it back the way it ought to be.

Learn to swim...

Fuck L Ron Hubbard and
Fuck all his clones.
Fuck all those gun-toting Hip gangster wannabes.

Learn to swim...

Fuck retro anything.
Fuck your tattoos.
Fuck all you junkies and
Fuck your short memory.

Learn to swim...

Fuck smiley glad-hands With hidden agendas.
Fuck these dysfunctional, Insecure actresses.

Learn to swim....

Cuz I'm praying for rain
And I'm praying for tidal waves
I wanna see the ground give way.
I wanna watch it all go down.
Mom please flush it all away.
I wanna watch it go right in and down.
I wanna watch it go right in.
Watch you flush it all away.

Time to bring it down again.
Don't just call me pessimist.
Try and read between the lines.
I can't imagine why you wouldn't
Welcome any change, my friend.
I wanna see it all come down.

suck it down.....
flush it down.....




(-) ions
There are no words.





Third eye
Dreaming of that face again.
It's bright and blue and shimmering.
Grinning wide
And comforting me with it's three warm and wild eyes.
On my back and tumbling

Down that hole and back again Rising up
And wiping the webs and the dew from my withered eye.

In... Out...
In... Out...
In... Out...

A child's rhyme stuck in my head.
It said that life is but a dream.
I've spent so many years in question to find I've known this all along.
"So good to see you.
I've missed you so much.
So glad it's over.
I've missed you so much
Came out to watch you play.

Why are you running?

Shrouding all the ground around me
Is this holy crow above me.
Black as holes within a memory
And blue as our new second sun.

I stick my hand into his shadow
To pull the pieces from the sand.
Which I attempt to reassemble
To see just who I might have been.

I do not recognize the vessel,
But the eyes seem so familiar.

Like phosphorescent desert buttons
Singing one familiar song...

So good to see you.
I've missed you so much.
So glad it's over.
I've missed you so much.

Came out to watch you play.
Why are you running away?

Prying open my third eye.

So good to see you once again.
I thought that you were hiding.
And you thought that I had run away.
Chasing the tail of dogma.
I opened my eye and there we were.
So good to see you once again I thought that you were hiding from me.

And you thought that I had run away.
Chasing a trail of smoke and reason.

Prying open my third eye.

Third Eye
Timothy Leary sample

Think for yourself
Question authority

Throughout human history, as our species has faced the frightening,
terrorizing fact that we do not know who we are, or where we are going in
this ocean of chaos, it has been the authorities, the political, the
religious, the educational authorities who attempted to comfort us by
giving us order, rules, regulations, informing, forming in our minds their
view of reality. To think for yourself you must question authority and
learn how to put yourself in a state of vulnerable, open-mindedness;
chaotic, confused, vulnerability to inform yourself.

Think for yourself.
Question authority.

(es geht noch weiter, schaue bei den Lyrics zu "Ænima")




Part of Me
(schaue bei den Lyrics zu "Opiate")





Pushit
(schaue bei den Lyrics zu "Ænima")






Message to Harry Manback II
Stronzo (1), stronzo di merda (2)
I'm trying to take a nap but
I couldn't sleep overnight because of you
Ugh, you really hurted me,
Ohhhh you really hurt me
When I was high,
You called me an asshole?
Talk to me fai schifo (3)
Pezzo di merda (4)
Have you ever been trying to take a nap?
My heart beats too fast
Because I'm thinking of your fucking ugly face
Youyou suck
Fai schifo (3)
Pezzo di merda (4)
Fai con tu schifo (5)
Vafanculo (6), ah
Stronzo bastardo (7).

1 - Piece of shit / asshole (as in a person who isn't very nice)
2 - Shit of shit / asshole of shit
3 - You are disgusting
4 - Piece of shit
5 - ??
6 - Go take it in the ass
7 - Bastard piece of shit / Bastard asshole




You Lied
Setting sun can't shine, now you're gone
Inside sleeping, my heart beating
You know that you tried to hide it
Couldn't you have said what you meant? Oh...

Time heals, time congeals around us
Endless hours of wasted moments
Understanding, not demanding
Your eyes tell what you feel inside

Setting sun can't shine, now you're gone
Inside sleeping, my heart beating
You know that you tried to hide it
Shouldn't you have said what you meant?

YOU LIED!




Merkaba
Dieser Song ist instrumental.





No Quarter
Lock the door, kill the light.
No one's coming home tonight.
The sun beats down and don't you know?
All our lives are growing cold, oh...
They bring news that must get through.
To build a dream for me and you, oh.

Locked in a place where no one goes.

They ask no quarter
They have no quarter.

Lock the door, kill the light
No one's coming home tonight

It's getting colder (7x)
Locked in a place where no one goes.

Lock the door, kill the light
No one's coming home tonight

They bring news that must get through.

Locked in a place where no one goes.

We have no quarter
We have no quarter
We ask no quarter




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Maynard's Dick
[this is the best i can come up with....]

It's all an open center
Opens up and lets the wind lift him away
It doesn't have to feel water
Lets just embrace the feel like that
Kinda like the way you're breathing
I kinda like the way you keep looking away
Would you like to glide on
Slide a mile six inches at a time on Maynard's dick

there's a shyness found in reason
apprehensive influence swallow away
you seem to feel abysmal take it
then you're careful brace for sure
kinda like the way you're breathing
kinda like the way you keep looking away
would you like to climb on
climb on my six inches and go down on maynard's dick

took you out in the back of the toolshed
put it right on top of your forehead
took you out in the back of the toolshed
now you know what you're fuckin with...maynard's dick

The Grudge
Wear your grudge like a crown of negativity.
Calculate what we will or will not tolerate.
Desperate to control all and everything.
Unable to forgive your scarlet lettermen.
Clutch it like a cornerstone. Otherwise it all comes down.
Justify denials and grip it to the lonesome end.
Clutch it like a cornerstone. Otherwise it all comes down.
Terrified of being wrong. Ultimatum prison cell.

Saturn ascends, choose one or ten. Hang on or be humbled again.

Clutch it like a cornerstone. Otherwise it all comes down.
Justify denials and grip it to the lonesome end.
Saturn ascends, comes round again.
Saturn ascends, the one, the ten. Ignorant to the damage done.

Wear your grudge like a crown of negativity.
Calculate what you will or will not tolerate.
Desperate to control all and everything.
Unable to forgive your scarlet lettermen.

Wear the grudge like a crown. Desperate to control.
Unable to forgive. And we're sinking deeper.

Defining, confining, sinking deeper. Controlling, defining, and we're sinking deeper.

Saturn comes back around to show you everything
Let's you choose what you will not see and then
Drags you down like a stone or lifts you up again
Spits you out like a child, light and innocent.

Saturn comes back around. Lifts you up like a child or
Drags you down like a stone to
Consume you till you choose to let this go.
Choose to let this go.


Give away the stone. Let the oceans take and transmutate this cold and fated anchor.
Give away the stone. Let the waters kiss and transmutate these leaden grudges into gold.

Let go.




The Patient
A groan of tedium escapes me, startling the fearful.

Is this a test?

It has to be. Otherwise I can't go on.

Draining patience. drain vitality.

this paranoid, paralyzed vampire act's a little old.



But I'm still right here, giving blood and keeping faith. And I'm still right here.

But I'm still right here, giving blood and keeping faith. And I'm still right here.



I'm gonna wait it out



If there were no rewards to reap,

no loving embrace to see me through this tedious path I've chosen here,

I certainly would've walked away by now.



I'm gonna wait it out



If there were no desire to heal

The damaged and broken met along this tedious path I've chosen here,

I certainly would've walked away by now.



I still may. And I still may.

Be patient.



I must keep reminding myself of this...



If there were no rewards to reap,

no loving embrace to see me through this tedious path I've chosen here,

I certainly would've walked away by now.

And I still may. And I still may. And I still may.



I'm gonna wait it out.

I'm gonna wait it out.

Gonna wait it out.

Gonna wait it out.






Schism
I know the pieces fit cuz I watched them fall away

mildewed and smoldering, fundamental differing,

pure intention juxtaposed will set two lovers souls in motion

disintegrating as it goes testing our communication

the light that fueled our fire then has burned a hole between us so

we cannot see to reach an end crippling our communication.



I know the pieces fit cuz I watched them tumble down

no fault, none to blame it doesn't mean I don't desire to

point the finger, blame the other, watch the temple topple over.

To bring the pieces back together, rediscover communication.



The poetry that comes from the squaring off between,

And the circling is worth it.

Finding beauty in the dissonance.



There was a time that the pieces fit, but I watched them fall away.

Mildewed and smoldering, strangled by our coveting

I've done the the math enough to know the dangers of a second guessing

Doomed to crumble unless we grow, and strengthen our communication



cold silence has a tendency to atrophy any sense of compassion



between supposed lovers

between supposed brothers.



And I know the pieces fit.






Parabol
So familiar and overwhelmingly warm

This one, this form I hold now.

Embracing you, this reality here,

This one, this form I hold now, so

Wide eyed and hopeful.

Wide eyed and hopefully wild.



We barely remember what came before this precious moment,

Choosing to be here right now. Hold on, stay inside...

This body holding me, reminding me that I am not alone in

This body makes me feel eternal. All this pain is an illusion.






Parabola
We barely remember who or what came before this precious moment,

We are Choosing to be here right now. Hold on, stay inside...

This holy reality, this holy experience. Choosing to be here in...



This body. This body holding me. Be my reminder here that I am not alone in

This body, this body holding me, feeling eternal all this pain is an illusion.



Alive



This holy reality, in this holy experience. Choosing to be here in...



This body. This body holding me. Be my reminder here that I am not alone in

This body, this body holding me, feeling eternal all this pain is an illusion...

Of what it means to be alive



Swirling round with this familiar parable.

Spinning, weaving round each new experience.

Recognize this as a holy gift and celebrate this

chance to be alive and breathing

chance to be alive and breathing.



This body holding me reminds me of my own mortality.

Embrace this moment. Remember. we are eternal.

all this pain is an illusion.






Ticks & Leeches
Suck and suck. Suckin up all you can suckin up all you can suck.

Workin up under my patience like a little tick.

Fat little parasite. Suck me dry.

My blood is bruised and borrowed. You thieving bastards.

You have turned my blood cold and bitter,

beat my compassion black and blue.



Hope this is what you wanted.

Hope this is what you had in mind.

Cuz this is what you're getting.

I hope you're choking. I hope you choke on this.

I hope you're choking. I hope you choke on this.



Taken all I can taken all I can, we can take.

Taken all you can taken you can, we can take.

Got nothing left to give to you.

Blood suckin parasitic little blood suckin parasitic little

blood suckin parasitic little tick

Take what you want and then go.



Suck me dry.



Is this what you wanted?

Is this what you had in mind?

Is this what you wanted?

Cuz this this is what you're getting.

I hope, I hope, I hope you choke.






Lateralus
Black then white are all i see in my infancy.

red and yellow then came to be, reaching out to me.

lets me see.

as below, so above and beyond, I imagine

drawn beyond the lines of reason.

Push the envelope. Watch it bend.



Over thinking, over analyzing separates the body from the mind.

Withering my intuition, missing opportunities and I must

Feed my will to feel my moment drawing way outside the lines.



Black then white are all i see in my infancy.

red and yellow then came to be, reaching out to me.

lets me see there is so much more and

beckons me to look thru to these infinite possibilities.

as below, so above and beyond, I imagine

drawn outside the lines of reason.

Push the envelope. Watch it bend.



over thinking, over analyzing separates the body from the mind.

Withering my intuition leaving opportunities behind.

Feed my will to feel this moment urging me to cross the line.

Reaching out to embrace the random.

Reaching out to embrace whatever may come.



I embrace my desire to

I embrace my desire to

feel the rhythm, to feel connected enough to step aside and weep like a widow

to feel inspired to fathom the power, to witness the beauty,

to bathe in the fountain,

to swing on the spiral

to swing on the spiral

to swing on the spiral of our divinity and still be a human.



With my feet upon the ground I move myeslf between the sounds and open wide to suck it in.

I feel it move across my skin.

I'm reaching up and reaching out. I'm reaching for the random or what ever will bewilder me.

what ever will bewilder me.

And following our will and wind we may just go where no one's been.

We'll ride the spiral to the end and may just go where no one's been.



Spiral out. Keep going.

Spiral out. Keep going.

Spiral out. Keep going.

Spiral out. Keep going.

Spiral out. Keep going.






Disposition
mention this to me...

mention something, anything...

and watch the weather change...






Reflection
I find that I can see a light at the end down

Beneath my self-indulgent pitiful hole.

Defeated I Concede and move closer. I may find comfort here

I may find peace within the emptiness. How pitiful.



It's calling me.

It's calling me.

It's calling me.

It's calling me.



And in my darkest moment, fetal and weeping.

The moon tells me a secret. My confidant.

As full and bright as I am, this light is not my own

A million light reflections pass over me

It's source is bright and endless.

She resuscitates the hopeless

Without her we are lifeless satellites dreaming dreams.

And as I pull my head out I am without one doubt

Don't want to be down here feeding my narcissism

I must crucify the ego before it's far too late

I pray the light lifts me out before I pine away.

before I pine away.

before I pine away.

before I pine away.



So crucify the ego before it's far too late

To leave behind this place so negative and blind and cynical

And you will come to find that we are all one mind



(*)



Just let the light touch you and let the words spill thorough

Just let them pass right through, bringing out our hope and reason.



before I pine away.

before I pine away.

before I pine away.

before I pine away.






Faaip de Oiad
"I, I don't have a whole lot of time. Um, OK, I'm a former employee of Area 51. I, I was let go on a medical discharge about a week ago and, and... [chokes] I've kind of been running across the country. Damn, I don't know where to start, they're, they're gonna, um, they'll triangulate on this position really soon.



OK, um, um, OK, what we're thinking of as, as aliens, they're extradimensional beings, that, an earlier precursor of the, um, space program they made contact with. They are not what they claim to be. Uh, they've infiltrated a, a lot of aspects of, of, of the military establishment, particularly the Area 51.



The disasters that are coming, they, the military, I'm sorry, the government knows about them. And there's a lot of safe areas in this world that they could begin moving the population to now. They are not! They want those major population centers wiped out so that the few that are left will be more easily controllable."