Operation Rescue
Punk Rock Song
Tomorrow
A Walk
God Song
Pity The Dead
One Thousand More Fools
Drunk Sincerity
Generator
Change Of Ideas
Portrait Of Authority
What It Is
Dream Of Unity
Sanity
American Jesus
Do What You Want
Part III
10 In 2010
No Direction
Along The Way
Recipe For Hate
Fuck Armageddon
It's Reciprocal
Struck A Nerve
Leave Mine To Me
Tested
No Control
it's an s.o.s sent out telepathically, signs of our distress
don't allow complacency, we need restoration now of our integrity
and a drastic bold reminder of our morality, the rectifying troop
is here, the ones we have needed all these years to stop the
heinous wrongdoings and verify our moral benevolence as a people,
operation rescue, they're here to right our fall, they have heard
a troubled call, operation rescue, you may wonder where they come
from, but i just wonder why they're here at all, life ever-after
is what they're in business for, see them brandish the key to
their kingdoms door, it's persuasive, it's a part of you and me
but it's not overwhelming as they wish it to be, if no one
believed in fairy tales there would be nothing they could do but
fail yet everywhere we look someone is trying to reassure our
moral benevolence as a people, operation rescue..... you may
wonder where they come from, but i just wonder what compels them
all
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have you been to the desertkilled for their bread and the
figures don't lie they speak of ? have you walked with the dead?
there's a hundred thousand children being human disease but we do
what we want and we think what we please have you lived the
experience? have you witnessed the plague? people making babies
sometimes just to escape in this land of competition the
compassion is gone yet we ignore the needy and we keep pushing on
we keep pushing on this is just a punk rock song written for the
people who can see somethingbut there's so many other fuckin'
insects out there and this is 's wrong like ants in a colony we
do our share just a punk rock song our share but there's so many
other fuckin' robots out there) have you visited the quagmire?
have you (like workers in a company we do swam in the shitthe
party conventions and the real politik the faces always different,
the rhetoric the same but we swallow it, and we see nothing
change nothing ? has changedbig strong people unwilling to give
small in vision and perspective one ... 10 million dollars on a
losing campaign 20 million starving and writhing in pain in five
kids below the poverty line one population runnin' out of time
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every day we profit so, leaning towards the great unknown,
asking how it pertains to tomorrow aim for places we've not been,
trample paths that go between, yesterdays foundations and
tomorrow it's the way they say it's got to be, we spear ahead and
forge our destiny, who do they represent?, who do you believe?,
make a sound decision for others to heed try to set a faster pace,
try to build a master race, one that will make a contribution to
tomorrow it's the way they say it's got to be, we put aside our
fears and make history, the clothes are in the dryer and the
writing is on the wall we're doing everything we can stop this
fall everyday we profit so, leaning towards the great unknown
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i'm going for a walk not the after dinner kind i'm gonna use
my hands and i'm gonna use my mind and who the hell are you to
tell me what to do? you can't even tie your own haggard shoes
your closet is a mess, and your backyard's falling down and i
have no grand ideas or intentions of sticking around i'm gonna
build a world independant and exempt all alone i'll be an empire
with no mortgage and no rent and i don't need to live in your
stinking zoo you can't even feed the animals donated to you your
storage sheds are ramshackled, flies decorate the walls and you
expect me to die here in this shit-filled tiny stall? and i know
you're watching! everything i do call me threat to your children
call me socially unglued call me master of insanity, unable to
relate call me lazy, bane, and filthy call me monstrous reprobate
i'm going for a walk and there's nothing you can do 'cuz i don't
have to live like you so i'm going for a walk
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and did those feet in ancient times trod america's pastures of
green? and did that anthropocentric god wane with their thoughts
and beliefs all unseen? i don't think so, he's up there with the
others lying low, vying with those who you've traded your life to
bless your soul, and have they told you how to think, cleansed
your mind of sepsis and autonomy? or have you escaped scrutiny,
and regaled yourself with depravity? now we all see, "religion
is just synthetic frippery, unnecessary in our expanding global
culture efficiency" and don't you fear this impasse we have
built to our future? ever so near, and oh so austere
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there's a boy in crimson rags with a grimace and a spoon, and
a little sullen girl face-up staring at the moon and there's no
one around to hear their lonesome cries then they pass away alone
into the night why do we pity the dead? are you churned by
emotion from voices in your head? (are you scared of the logic
that swirls within your head) look at all the living and you'll
ask yourself why oh why do we pity the dead? pity the dead! well,
you've seen the disease, suffering and decay, and you whisper to
yourself blissfully "it's okay" and you still refuse
the possibility that the dead are better off than we tell me what
you see, tell me what you know is there anyone who lives a
painless life? if there is show me so the destitute and famished,
demonic and the banished, dejected and the ostracized, the
brainwashed and the paralyzed, the conquered and objectified, the
few who see the other side tell me what you see! it's a mortal
wretched cacophony in the end you may find there's no guiding
subtle light, no ancestors or friends, no judge of wrong or right
just eternal silence and dormancy and a final everlasting peace
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i heard them say that the meek shall reign on earth,
phantasmal myriads of sane bucolic, i've seen the rapture in a
starving baby's eyes, inchoate beatitude, the lord of the flies,
so what does it mean when your mind starts to stray?
kaleidoscopic images of love on the way, brother you'd better get
down on your knees and pay, 1000 more fools are being born every
fucking day, they try to tell me that the lamb is on the way,
with microwave transmissions they bombard us every day, the
masses are obsequious, contented in their sleep, the vortex of
their minds ensconced within the murky deep
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the smell of virgin pages wafted through the swinging doors
and the croaking speech he'd heard from countries counsellors
before they said "we all care for you, we know how you
suffer but i know you can succeed, i used to have it so much
rougher" there's hope in the words and emotion in the eyes
it's so easy to be misled by the savvy gentle guise and like
fools we trust the delivery but it's all just drunk sincerity in
maternal family assembly poised regarding the blue tube the
numbers crept up higher and the hawks stayed out of view then the
generals said "we don't want our boys dead your sons and
your husbands will be coming back heroes soon" with steam,
heat, and rhythm in the back seat of the car and adolescent
perspective projecting life's forecast to the stars you heard
love from the lips and you were rapt by the hips and the promise
was eternal but you couldn't see that far
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like a rock, like a planet, like a fucking atom bomb, i'll
remain unperturbed by the joy and the madness that i encounter
everywhere i turn, i've seen it all before, in books and
magazines, like a twitch before dying, like a pornographic sea,
there's a flower behind the window, there's an ugly laughing man,
like a hummingbird in silence, like the blood on my door, it's
the generator oh yeah, oh yeah, like the blood on my door, wash
me clean and i will run until i reach the shore, i've known it
all along like the bone under my skin, like actors in a
photograph, like paper in the wind, there's a hammer by the
window, there's a knife on the floor, like turbines in darkness,
like the blood on my door, it's the generator
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well the sheaves have all been brought, but the fields have
washed away, and the palaces now stand where the coffins all were
laid, and the times we see ahead we must glaze with rosy hues for
we don't wish to admit what it is we have to lose millennia in
coming, the modern age is here, it sanctifies the future yet
renders us with fear, so many theories, so many prophecies, what
we do need is a change of ideas, when we're scared, we can hide
in our reveries, but what we need is a change of ideas, change of
ideas, change of ideas, what we need now is a change of ideas
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nothing more, nothing less, an icon on the wall, decoration
and duress, that which many strive to be, it's the marble statue
standing over me, and nobody has the will to tear it down, it
determines wrong and right, but to me it's just a stereotype and
it makes us lose our sight the portrait of authority, you tell me
that's what i'm supposed to be (it embodies what he cannot be)
another time, another man, an oppressive intrusion and a plague
across his land, and it haunts him every day, it tells him he has
no chance his hopes just fades away, and he lives his life
prepared to tear it down, but he can't muster the support, and to
him it's just a stereotype of his life-long fight
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there's a purpose, there's a goal, there's a virtuos, and
immoral, there's a reason for all of this, and i don't know what
it is i am one, and plural too, i accept them but they exclude, i
could make sense of all of this, but i don't know what it is the
seeds of inspiration never germinated in my mind, the beacon of
awakening is somewhere that i can't find, so i don't know what it
is there's a beginning, and there's an end, there's a climax,
some would contend, there's a way to signify this, but i don't
know what it is
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i had a dream of unity where we would walk side by side but
today i see that it's only me just tryin' to get by sometimes we
strive undeterred to walk as one toward our goals but as people
stray toward more selfish ways we see we have no control i had a
dream of unity where we would walk side by side but today i see
that it's only me just tryin' to get by just tryin' to get by
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there's a watch in my pocket and its hands are broken, the
face is blank but the gears are turning, confusion is a
fundamental state of mind, it doesn't really matter what i'm
figuring out, i'm guaranteed to wind up in a state of doubt, and
sanity is a full-time job, in a world that's always changing, and
sanity is a state of mind that you believe in, sanity there's a
shadow on the wall where the paint is peeling, my body's moving
forward but my mind is reeling, depression is a fundamental state
of being, it doesn't really matter how my day has turned out, i
always end up living in this world of doubt
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i don't need to be a global citizen, because i'm blessed by
nationality, i'm a member of a growing populace, we enforce our
popularity there are things that seem to pull us under and there
are things that drag us down, but there's a power and a vital
presence that's lurking all around we've got the american jesus
see him on the interstate, we've got the american jesus he helped
build the president's estate i feel sorry for the earth's
population 'cuz so few live in the u.s.a, at least the foreigners
can copy our morality, they can visit but they cannot stay, only
precious few can garner the prosperity, it makes us walk with
renewed confidence, we've got a place to go when we die and the
architect resides right here we've got the american jesus
bolstering national faith we've got the american jesus
overwhelming millions every day he's the farmer barren fields, (in
god) the force the army wields, (we trust) the expression in the
faces of the starving millions, (because he's one of us) the
power of the man (break down) he's the fuel that drives the clan,
(cave in) he's the motive and the conscience of the murderer (we
can redeem your sins) he's the preacher on tv, (strong heart) the
false sincerity, (clear mind) the form letters that written by
the big computers, (and infinitely kind) he's the nuclear bombs,
(you lose) and the kids with no moms (we win) and i'm fearful
that he's inside me (he is our champion)
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hey, do what you want, but don't do it around me idleness and
dissipation breed apathy, i sit on my ass all god damn day a
misanthropic anthropoid with nothing to, say what you must, do
all you can, break all the fucking rules and go to hell with
superman and die like a champion hey, i don't know if the
billions will survive, but i'll believe in god when one and one
are five my moniker is man and i'm rotten to the core i'll tear
down the building just to pass thru the door
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the final page is written in the books of history, as man
unleashed his deadly bombs and sent troops overseas to fight a
war which can't be won and kills the human race, a show of greed
and ignorance, man's quest for dominance. they say when a mistake
is made, a lesson can be learned. but this time, there's no
turning back, the hate engulfs the world. a million lives are
lost each day, a city slowly burns, a mother holds her dying
child, but no one is concerned! they say when a mistake is made,
a lesson can be learned. but this time, there's no turning back,
the hate engulfs the world. a million lives are lost each day, a
city slowly burns, a mother holds her dying child, but no one is
concerned!
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parched, cracked mouths, empty swollen guts sun-baked pavement
encroaches on us haves and have-nots together at last brutally
engaged in mortal combat 10 in 2010 what kind of god orchestrates
such a thing? 10 in 2010 ten billion people all suffering 10 in
2010 truth is not an issue just hungry mouths to feed 10 in 2010
forget what you want, scrounge the things you need happy and
content it can't happen to you 10 in 2010 fifteen years we'll
think of a solution 10 in 2010 it won't just appear in one day 10
in 2010 for ten in twenty-ten we're well on our way like piercing
ear darts, i heard the news today 10 in 2010 10 billion people...coming
your way
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a sullen figure walks along a dusty road, his life was holy
and he couldn't bear the load, he left his people and simple life
behind, he raised his torso and looked into the sky, shouting his
questions, looking for directions, "what do i do now?"
now a confused schoolgirl stares at the t.v. tray, the stresses
of maturing compound every day, she glances up to see her
favorite video, and gets ideas from madonna's nasty clothes, in
need of affection, she craves a direction, her heroes offer her,
everyone's looking for something, and they assume somebody else
knows what it is, no one can live without the decisions of their
own, it seems so they look to someone else, to tell them what to
do, tell'em what to wear, tell'em what to say, tell'em how to act
and think and compel others compulsively until the world is all
like them a righteous student came and asked me to reflect, he
judged my lifestyle was politically incorrect, i don't believe in
self important folks who preach, no bad religion song can make
your life complete, prepare for rejection, you'll get no
direction from me, you'll get no direction from me
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i refuse to abuse what is kind to the muse, but it's there and
it's happening to me along the way. as we go through the snow, we
cannot forget our foes, but the dinner's always waiting at the
table 'long the way, yeah. what you see, not for me, isn't what
you planned to be, but you'll have what you wanted in the end
along the way. and we'll try as we cry and our brothers pass us
by, to be strong through the ages of our tears along the way,
yeah. now we grow as we show that the morals we must know will be
shapen and mistaken by the falls along the way. but forget, don't
regret, to find love and happiness unless you're willing to be
strong when they are gone along the way. like tommy, you are free,
and you will not follow me, until we see each other once more on
the path along the way.
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can't you feel it, can't you see it the promise of prosperity,
it's overwhelming you and me it afflicts us like a disease,
ubiquitous compelling too we cling to you like crazy glue, and
inject such a potent seed it's best for all humanity, the spread
of culture, the sword of progress, the vector of suffrage a warm
and septic breeze, the pomp and elation, the duty and vocation,
the blood of the hybrid it's just a recipe re-living our ancestry
the frightful lack of harmony, our fore-fathers who led the way,
their victims are still here today, now it's time to erase the
story of our bogus fate, our history as it's portrayed it's just
a recipe for hate
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there's people out there that say i'm no good, 'cause i don't
believe the things that i should, and when the final conflict
comes, i'll be so sorry i did wrong, and hope and pray that our
lord god will think i'm good. countries manufacture bombs and
guns to kill your brother for something that he hasn't even done.
smog is ruining my lungs, but they aren't sorry they've done
wrong, they hide behind their lies that they're helping everyone.
in the end the good will go to heaven up above, the bad will
perish in the depths of hell how can hell be any worse when life
alone is such a curse? fuck armageddon, this is hell we're living
in the denoument of the battle's gripping awe, so what's the use
of being good to satisfy them all? how could hell be any worse? 'cisco
is such a curse! fuck armageddon, this is hell
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hoarding turns allure to discontent altruism's a grind all it's
own morning makes you know your in a cell but love is just as
pure as you both because it's reciprocal, it's reciprocal it's
reciprocal, it's reciprocal when true love is metaphysical venal
desires we learn to beset you and me we've got a special thing
but i want you to never forget it's reciprocal, it's reciprocal
it's reciprocal, it's reciprocal each bedtime i stir with regret
guilty and vain, hoping for retribution charity's immune from my
demands i don't expect a thing from the weak but you my love are
measured and compared predisposed to my profane decree it's
reciprocal, it's reciprocal it's reciprocal, it's reciprocal
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there's an old man on a city bus holding a candy cane, and it
isn't even christmas, he sees a note in the obituary that his
last friend has died, there's an infant clinging to his
overweight mother as they go to shop for cigarettes, and she
spends her last dollar for a bottle of vodka for tonight and i
guess it struck a nerve, like i had to squint my eyes, you can
never get out of the line of sight, like a barren winter day, or
a patch of unburned green, like a tragic real dream, i guess it
struck a nerve every day i wander in negative disposition, as i'm
bombarded by superlatives, realizing very well that i'm not alone,
introverted i look to tomorrow for salvation, but i'm thinking
altruistically, and a wave of overwhelming doubt turns me to
stone and i guess it struck a nerve, sent a murmur through my
heart, we just haven't got time to crack the maze, like a magic
speeding clock, or a cancer in our cells, a collision in the dark,
i guess it struck a nerve i try to close my eyes, but i cannot
ignore the stimuli, if there's a purpose for us all it remains a
secret to me, don't ask me to justify my life
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there are desperate times upon us, there are codes of white
and black, political resentment and people start to crack, there's
hate and opposition, there's fumbling dialog, yet you sit there
and judge me and you think it makes a difference if you think i'm
all alone you are foolishly wrong, there's an entire army who
blindly follow along, and you happen to be one of them believe it
or not, even though you try not to be we are of the same plague
the other ways we're taught to fear, don't even scratch the
surface of the problem here, i'm not blind, and i'm not scared,
so many crucial factors exist out there, and we're but one, and
they're bout two, and how we come to terms will help us pull
through things cannot change too fast, it took us this much time,
to reach our current platform and walk this fragile line, if i
thought i'd make a difference i'd kill myself today, but so many
are like me lost in the fray you create your own reality, and
leave mine to me
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they say there's a place free of trouble and care and you have
to pass a test for to make it there it has something to do with
the road that's straight and narrow and the only way to go it is
by being being right and thorough there's always one more hill to
climb there's always one more hill to climb bombarded by multiple
choices 24/7 navigating a tangled web of logic and passion guided
by subconscious voices, astute and sharpened tested, tested often
times we may be wonder what we're supposed to do stand and
deliver or see the conflict through and as we long and proceed to
build our castles in the sky our plans get confounded and
determination dies there's no preparation and no guide just what
you've done before here with your life bombarded by multiple
choices 24/7 navigating a tangled web of logic and passion guided
by subconscious voices, astute and sharpened tested, tested oh oh
oh acting on will, the test is the reaction opening your heart,
the test is the emotion rolling the dice, the test is the agility
burning out your mind, the test is the recovery watch-o! you can
play by the rules or bend them to your knees but the test isn't
over til you reach your dark eternal sleep there are no absolutes,
no big wheels in the sky you don't have to be first just gotta
somehow get by yeah bombarded by multiple choices 24/7 navigating
a tangled web of logic and passion guided by subconscious voices
astute and sharpened tested, tested
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culture was the seed of proliferation but it has gotten melded
into an inharmonic whole, consciousness has plagued us and we can
not shake it, though we think we're in control questions that
besiege us in life are testament of our helplessness, there's no
vestige of a beginning, no prospect of an end (hutton, 1795),
when we all disintegrate it will all happen again, time is so
rock solid in the minds of the hoards but they can't explain why
it should slip away, history and future are the comforts of our
curiosity but here we are rooted in the present day if you came
to conquer you'll be king for a day, but you too will deteriorate
and quickly fade away, and believe these words you hear when you
think your path is clear.... we have no control, we do not
understand, you have no control, you are not in command
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