Hear it

Like a morning crow and his unwelcome song
Or a worn-out broken record that keeps skipping along
Mountans of instructions you keep piling on me
Resound like a cacophonous symphony
But I don't wanna hear it anymore

Priests and politicitions pretend they're your friend
And police speak to you like you're chindren again
Blanket statements cover you like a rug
And they tell me maby I'm acting a little too smug
But I don't wanna hear it anymore

Every day we hear the secrets of life
Reduced to cheap joke, poetry, and friendly advice
They'd rather see us all pusillanimonus
Absorbent in thier chores of correctness
But I don't wanna here it anymore

Shades Of Truth

Here inside this quiet room there's direction
Outside in the sultry noon-time reflection
A milion people scurry They're looking for advice
None willing to lend charity just exercise their

Shades of truth and partisan conventsions
Shades of truth between disparate lines
Shades of truth interpret my intentions
You don't know I'm alright
You don't know I'm alright

Who authored the blueprints and made us captions?
Someone proclamed creation, people listened
While children by the millions are thrown into this zoo
The so-called gift of clarity! Oh what was god upto?

Shades of truth and lenient conversions
Shades of truth between disparate lines
Shades of truth interpret my intentions
You don't know I'm alright
You don't know I'm alright

So many walk in parallel and pull thier blinders tight
So few offer apology and accept other's rights
And nothing absolutely can be cherished in the end
Can't we all accept that it will all happen again?

Just partisan conventions
Shades of truth between disparate lines
Shades of truth interpert my intentions
You don't know I'm alright
You don't know I'm alright

All Fantastic Images

England seemed like such a beautiful place from afar
Untill one day I went and saw how misreble things realy are

All fantastic images they only are apparent
Propagated just by hope
And desire to share it

Beauty was the allure that broght me close to you
Loneliness was the bond that made me stick like glue

All fantastic images they only are apparent
Promoted by desperate hope
That things are somewhere better

I don't have a thing aganst fantasy
But to chase it down just don't make sence to me
If your only hope is simply peace and love
You end up disgarding most of what you're made of

All fantastic images they only are apparent
Promoted by desperate hope
And the need to share it

The Biggest Killer In American History

You have got your stranglers and prowlers in soft shoes Furniture makers,
carpenters too.  Bombers and commandos, all with some lost cause.
Disgruntald workers, immersed in 'veritas'

But stealthily, in the land of the free, he's lurking there
Most are unawaare
The biggest killer in american history
And god shed his grace on thee

Business institutions, universities
Both are quite the circus when the killer wants his way
I think of Edward Teller and his moribund reprise
Then I look to Nevada and I can't belive my eyes
It's time for him to die!

Most cannot remember minutia learned in school
It's not there on the blackboard, it's what they don't tell you
We have got a problem, it starts and ends right there
It can be defeated but you've got to face your fear

We'll join and unite and steady our sight
Then We'll put it right 'cuz it's time to fight
The biggest killer in american history
And god shed his grace on thee

No Substance

History doesn't make something right
Consensus is not a fact-based exercise
Your're tied and bound to this self-indulgent enterprise...
We call america

A bush with a star, a token of love
A name in the sane, enough is enouugh
A diet of air, a face on the net
A fish in your palm, your television set

ONCE YOU CONVINCE YOURSELF
THE UNIVERSE FALLS INTO PLACE
YOU'VE GOT YOUR IDEAS
AND YOUR POSSE OF FRIENDS
YOU ALL MAKE UP RULES
AND THE FUN NEVER ENDS

But still there's a problem that leaves you gasping for air
You look for some meaning, blank smiles are all that's there
And still water stales a soft summer breeze
You cling to your hopes while you drop to your knees
There's no substance!

ONCE YOU CONVINCE YOURSELF
THE UNIVERSE FALLS INTO PLACE
YOU'VE GOT YOUR IDEAS
AND YOUR POSSE OF FRIENDS
YOU ALL MAKE UP RULES
AND THE FUN NEVER ENDS

But still there's a problem that leaves you gasping for air
You look for some meaning, blank smiles are all that's there
And still water stales a soft summer breeze
You cling to your hopes while you drop to your knees
There's no substance!

Raise Your Voice!

fa fa fafa fa fa fafa Raise your voice!

Don't be played like someone else's board game
Don't be classed out like some desolate redoubt
Don't be misled you've got a lot on your head
And nobody's gonna pay attention when you are dead

So: fa fa fafa fa fa fafa Raise Your Voice!

It's the primary rule, you gotta wanna be fooled
It's our daunted restraint that keeps us silent in shame
It's our nature to be adversarial and free
Our evolution didn't hinge on passivity

fa fa fafa fa fa fafa Raise Your Voice!

Sowing The Seeds Of Utopia

We all know politicians only go
Just half-way there
Just half-way there
The innocense of youth needs protection not abuse
But no one seems to care
Yet no one seems to care

And you sit there and watch the world go around
From your pseudo-benevolent vantage point
While we who've been left to pick up after you
Try our best to make some sence for those who
Come next

Now what have you done to foster the truth
Besides just hide the lies?
Besides just hide the lies?

A selfish campain never justifies the gain
But the means are verified
Yeah the means are verified

And you sit there and insist you are right!
From your popular psychological podium
While those who rely and depend on you
They wilt because you don't accept we need
Each other

While sowing the seeds of utopia
You invoked a convenient amnesia
You forgot how to care, you forgot how to provide
You forgot how to work tward a meaningfull life

The Hippy Killers

Our apocalypse 1981
Teenage vagrents lookin' for some fun
A renewed promise of prosperity
A vulgar platform for the world to see
We were
The hippy killers

Busted refuse from broken homes
Pocked flesh and malacious bones
Creatures sustaned by desire, heart, and soul
Nothing to leave and nowhere to go
We were
The hippy killers

Good days during horible times
Overused bodies, neglected minds
Shoulder to shoulder we formed as one
The next misrable generation
We were
The hippy killers

The Voracious March Of Godliness

Since the start of the 17th century
There's been the scent of unseasoned wood burning in the air
And the conquet of nature meant nothing at all
While we betray exception we take all that is there

Motives are translucent in the reflection of shame
The actions ghostly remnants of our ancestral ways
And unwittingly, you just take your place in this parade
The voracious march of godliness makes us all the same anyway

Since the dawn of our human family
There's been concentrated sepsis blowing in the breeze
And we turned on each other with ferocity
Desperation, forced, without reprive

But the missions where misguided and the trammeled led astray
The air resounds with thunder from the victors seized the day
And the haunting voice of history lives ignored but not betrayed
The voracios march of godliness will get us close to heaven one day

Mediocre Minds

Look around the country, an abundance you'll find of
Mediocre minds
Sift through the fodder and sane justace declines because of
Mediocre minds
Shrouded under cover, the most flamboyant guise hides a
Mediocre mind
You got yours but you can never bend mind with your
Mediocre minds

When they cry foul you had better watch out because you never know which
aptitude they're gripeing about
Don't act too smart for thier stenoscopic ways
You'll be discarded away

Reason's not to be what the privileged define with thier
Mediocre minds
So many sighted people act so helplessly blind from thier
Mediocre minds

If you want attention then you'll be asked to bend but the surest
insurrection is enlightenment
Then you can live outside inharmoniously without friends
An enemy

They wanna keep me locked away
'Cuz I've an overactive brain
Leaders, presidents and the naightly news guys cater to to mediocre minds
Reason's not to be what yhe privileged define with thier
Mediocre minds
You got yours but you can never bend mine with your
Mediocre minds
The only natural thing that I realy despise are
Mediocre minds

Victims Of The Revolution

What will prove to be our big mistake?
Short-sighted arrogance all for what sake?
Our families to ashes,  our ambitions to dust
Our progeny in silence thinking 'what about us?'

But don't forgit
The dance of neglect
The march for empowering prosperity
The pain from loss and want for mere lucidity
Just maternal residue, and I was there too
And maby so where you

When something is won it comes with sacrifice
It's there beneath the joy, the glory, and pride
And rarely it's acknowledged but in positive light
Consciously omitting the losers plight

But don't forgit
The dance of neglect
The craving for community that never was met
The longing for status and the overture of regret

With no one to deter, patheticlly unsure
Forgetting who they where

Strange Denial

A mutinous enemy carved a nascent country
Sweat, blood, and valor
Forms the grit of our history

Bequeathed to everyone:
Chance and free expression
Substance was restrained
And the spirit was broken

I feel a strange denial
Rhytmic as change
Constant as time
Lonely
Insistent whispers
Somber as a wave by bye

Searching for solution, without constitution
Blackcoats by our sides
Prompting salvation
Advocating dogma as tickets to hereafter
Mortals in thier prime
With thier desperate hands in the air

Daunting
Complex and burning
Rhythmic as change
Constant as time
Conflicts
Craving approval
Weighted as a murder trial
Oh I feel a strange denial

Correct is consensus
Everything else, nonsence
Forward is the hope
Forgit recompense
Peace and tranquilty is only for the wealthy
Dearth for the masses
And inequaity

I feel a strange denail
Rythmic as change
Constant as time
Lonely
Insistent whispers
Dissipating in the night
Like a lone forgotten light

And no one is helping me
It's a strange denial

At The Mercy Of Imbeciles

What you do is what you are
And wishing upon disntant stars
Won't improve the hole you're in
Won't absolve your deepest sin

But action is no gift from some covert and lofty god
It's dependent and weighty all the same
And it is oh so easy just to keep to yourself
But then you're at the mercy of imbeciles

Now I didn't make up the rules
But clearly we are led by fools
It is wise to know thier ways
So you know how not to behiave

But sometimes we find ourselves in desperate need
And we look to those with privilege and power
It's then we learn compassion sits inert on thier shelves
We're at the mercy of imbeciles

NO Action is no gift from some masked spirit in the sky
It's reducible to flesh, mind, and bone
And it is oh so easy just to keep to yourself

But then you're at the mercy of imbeciles

Imbeciles
Imbeciles
IMBECILES!

The Same Person

You want prosperity
For yourself, but not for me
Somehow you just can't see
We're in this collectivly

You think that freedom is
A drastic severence
From your past relations
Just a quest for new bargens

We're not the same person
We're not the same person (Don't even wanna know)
Woooohhh

Don't need no good advice
Nor shoddy merchandise
I'm the suspect device
Beaten down, unable to strike
We're not the same person
We're not the same person (Don't even wanna know)
Woooohhh

And the sun comes over us again
We lament, we pine, and we rescind
And we ask for understanding
But arn't we the stingy ones indeed
When it's needed from us in the end?

We watch the days go by
Compete then we die
So few ever ask why
But so many just abuse the design

We're not the same person
We're not the same person (Don't even wanna know)
Woooohhh

In So Many Ways

I can see the shadows on the wall
Drifting as the leaves start to fall
Unfazed by rugosity, the objects yeld to gravity
And depict the destiny of us all

No one realy kows why we die
No one gets a break so we try
Ignoring mortality, we worship mediocrity
And wait to see what happens up on high

In so many ways we live to follow the sun
In so many ways we want so bad to be done
In so many ways we show our pain in unison

Something in you is busy counting days
Catapulting you through the haze
Blind to virtuosity, ignorant to your sancity
Revealing you, in so many ways

In so many ways we live to follow the sun
In so many ways we tend to rise and fall as one
In so many ways we want so bad to be done
In so many ways we show our pain in unison