Build your towers to the sky and live free from the ghosts of slaves on whose carcasses you stand Our planet shakes as an affront to your apostasy to the church of man

We walked along the river path to be alone You waited for me as I stepped across the stones I cast a single rock toward the factory That blocks our rivers pathway to the sea

Woe to the misfit wall Angling in ever so slightly Words painted on it fall Pooling together colors brightly On a basement window built to spread Some light to underground Woe to the misfit wall the first to fall when the house burns down Woe to the straightest wall Towering high ever so proudly They whom it shelters call Out from the window so loudly That the words sprayed on it disappear with little chance to talk Woe to the straightest wall the last to move when it's time to walk A battle rages under stormy skies A tug of war for a book of lies And the truth is easy to find It's written under the spine Pull out the pages carefully Scrape off the glue stains that you see When you finally get down to the heart That's when two money grubbers grabbin' only for the covers Go and tear the motherfucker apart Hail to the ground below Appearing straight to those who let it Actually a bow gentle but there for those who tread it Far & wide so words may reach their home And pass through every ear Hail to the ground below A shelter for those without fear

Race to the carnival where tokens are denied Face up your general he'll take you for this ride Looks like our weapons won't fire in the absence of air They wage total war when the battlefield isn't there But these pornographic fireworks & moralistic circle jerks Are unmatched in their power to ensnare Haste to the martyrdom and claim your virgin throng Waste every part of them if smaller parts are wrong Our people carry on their backs the weight of this brave front Put up by those with some big game left to hunt Watch em persecute disbelief imposing separation and grief Wasting dollars skills and talent Otherwise used to explore our time You drop your grudge I'll drop mine And we can plan for what's approaching from afar I'm gonna listen to the things you say Cause I would never have thought about em that way & We can lead each other through the dark But if the darkness you claim as your own Because you have to give your evil thoughts somewhere to roam Afraid of what your rescuers might find if they came You gotta strike out from the center and expand your claim

I'm counting days by the shells of shot minutes the church bell rings loud on the hour, though nothing but sinners are in it The mark of the beast is sweet release from the thoughts of the infinite Slow deaths of bodies unaware what slow is Time displaced so bad, they don't know where the flow is A cold night ends another week The earth whispers but I hear it speak, and it says "Dream on, and get lost in what takes you away Just be sure to get back before the break of day Dream on, and hitch your wagon to a shooting star I'll be here to make sure you don't fly too far." Repeating patterns, every one has lived already An integral part of the coward's hold-steady Steady habits, the course stuck Making the least of the cosmic luck Fed to people around the world, but hardly worth craving Some easy stimulus cased people a trend in saving themselves the trouble of natural states a false track in the actual race

Sugar weeds in the sugary fields left me riding my awkward body On awkward legs as the flies lay their eggs in the garbage can in the lobby So shoot to thrill, it's your license to kill, if only projected in VGA raster My skills are honed from the days spent alone, too slick for novice, too pathetic for master Walls of Crizals line the halls as they catch the sunlight off the snow Dad paws through a magazine as we ask each other where we want to go I made a promise to myself I couldn't keep When the waking life felt more and more like sleep Every atrocity another jumping sheep To count and keep a tally of as last minutes trickled by A harmless opportunity to weigh a sinking eye Returning to a land where sheep can talk like you and I But until one of them speaks to you, why cry? Sugar spills as the waitress refills yet another enormous soda The children buy, and the dealers reply, giving tap shoes to little Rhoda And dance she will, it's her license to kill, if only projected in fourth quarter earnings Teachers agree, it's the best it can be, everyone behaving and nobody learning I don't ask for a lot, I just ask for what got me through the storm Strike out from the center and you'll always be looking for things to keep you warm And in times of cold the hottest fire will do never mind if it burns on through A tableau of war raging over the surface of bodies dreaming of death Impotent bodies fucking energy projected onto a screen of flesh The outline breaks from the contours as it forms an abysmal downward spiral The destiny of bodies fall as everything unravels Sugar hell cast a terrible spell, and I think I'm beyond salvation The extra rush of the feeling is such one forgets about moderation Run up the bill, it's your license to kill yourself and project it to all those around you Your fortune falls where you draw the walls between yourself and what you'll ever amount to.

Dirty floors fly at last Ash to air fire casts Pulled by man from their core Slave to him no more Dirty face, a shattered mind His life away the time clock's signed At dawn he walks through the doors Slave to them once more Must our only option be to build and raise high The model of success in some fortunate eye? I'm holding out hope for all our people Caught in the mire That they can safely escape to nature In case of fire Dirt propelled Forming snow Settles on the town below Hold your mouth; don't inhale Watch false idols fail Dirty deeds, you've done them too Not dirt cheap, the cost that's due When summer ends, blow the horn Pray to be reborn

Screen printed on a cheap tee shirt made overseas Pictures invoke a preacher's dream Peasants who wear them clutch their ballot pens in dirty hands And send him to the pulpit Between the lines of speeches read to raving crowds Traces of will he let them down

The self-flagellator will rise from the lashes Carved out on his back to the grind Somnambulist through corridors of transit Bemoans a world unkind This replicator is forced to replicate a Strain of thoughts that don't supply the whole With impetus to carry out its functions But takes advantage of the role he plays to twist and turn his form With the painful shifting of its bones And the gaping sore is an open door To birth a structure still unknown Behold the hybrid opposing with his being All semblance of external design And carves his name with cellular dictation And letters divine You tell a story we'll listen We'll lay our ears down to the sand In hopes that words free us, if for only a moment From the body we command It's been unfair to us and keeps our soul From the boundless travel it deserves And though it plays the slave nearly every day There's little talk of who it serves Are you still dreaming of electric sheep Lined up on their master's right So steel wool can be shorn off their back to cleanse the weapons from the master's last fight They make the rules and we follow Until we're shaped into their mold We only know freedom as another promise Branded, marketed and sold We need another name that sends our soul On a boundless trip through time and space And though we've called several over many years He never thinks to show his face I wanna see God so my heart must be pure And if my heart's not pure for a man I'll change into something that matches my heart as best as it can

Cover up your hair, the sight of it bare is sure to summon the beast Your place is in the home, I'll keep you for my own and quell temptation Put you away if you don't pay respect to the ways of the priest The man who holds your life at ransom for salvation. And if gender is your role Your enjoyment of heaven will be based on the sex of your soul. Judging by your clothes, we're quick to suppose that you were asking for it You come to us in tears, we ridicule and jeer you behind your back In your report, you come up short describing a possible fit So many faces like his and we tend to lose track. We've engendered many goals And yours isn't one of them, so says the sex of our soul Elements of skin get twisted within until it's hard to accept the meaning of your body then ready or not it gets enlisted how far away until the day we're faced with a people inept distracted by the basest of urges resisted And who calls the final roll? Brings our body to agony, fueled by the sex of his soul? And who calls the final roll? Passing judgement eternally, fueled by the sex of her soul? And who calls the final roll? So sincere in his loyalty, based in the sex of his soul? And who calls the final roll? To praise you lik e royalty based in the sex of her soul?

They meet the struggle with silence they stick their heads down in the sand In hopes to break shale and upturn the land The earth's broken but the cars go fast The flood's rising but my tower's high However longer dead sunlight lasts We'll ruin everything to suck it dry

Predatory mother stalking with the patience of a stillborn waits till dawn to sharpen her fangs and break into a run Patient is the tree who sees its fruit get eaten by the insects more and more the lower it hangs and grows up to the sun Withheld from us is the air Through which we might observe just how this is fair Withheld from us is this show Scavengers are all we know Parasitic empires dispatch seeds of war across the oceans regarding all natives for the taking if they don't agree Pathogenic airwaves beat us down with fiber-optic bullwhips telling us to sacrifice our waking lives and be free

Dredge the life out of my flesh with pretty painted nails Set my heart aflutter before it stops Penetrate my temples with the spikes worn on your heels Keep me guessing when the shoe will drop The checks, they bounced for every gift I gave you but for one You tore that up and went along your way Can't become a father when you can't afford your son And the price is climbing higher every day When career surpasses progeny the genocide begins Carried out in the prison camps within Plan my life before I'm born to help me grow up strong Pay extra for the blueness of my eyes Ship me off to distant places where I don't belong Know that lengthy silence tells no lies Success has made me want to take his life into my hands Just so he won't turn into who we are I know I'll have to pull him up as much as I can With all of what has brought me down so far I know he'll take it on himself to set on his own and carry me to my fortune alone Let your mind go around the planet or to Maywood or wherever. When you come back, t here's a real person at the end of it, when you get back. A person who can get up and take off himself right now if he wanted to. But he wants to be here. He's not sticking around to fuck with you. And at that moment, however you play into his plans, or lack thereof, you are good enough. As you live and breathe, it's you. It's because you live and breathe. It's your life, your breath, your sound.

Taking my time to just notice the time what a beautiful way just to capture this day. We pass on by under endless sky. What a beautiful day, but all I can say is... Hold me... ...till this morning's end. Love me... ...please don't let it end, I'm saying, Taking my life, my neck to the knife, it all went away when I met you that day. My heart is huge, my love is strong, but I just fall, when I can't hold on. Why do you... ...hold my hand no more? Why did you... ...leave me on the floor and crying? I thought you were the one. I thought we had it made. I thought you could take all my pain away. Am I right for doubting you? Is it right for loving someone you don't know? I know you did it too. But now you can only watch me as I go. Give me the time to capture your mind and I promise you'll stay and not stray away. Huddled under the storming thunder, what a marvelous way to spend our last day. Fly away... ...into the morning light. Drive away... ...into the moonlit night. I'm saying, Taking a while just to notice your smile what a beautiful way just to capture this day. My time is short, I'm almost gone, trying to capture your heart by the end of this song. Help me... ...I'm coming to an end. Hold me... ...please just be my friend. I'm crying.

what you've got to do for me doesn't match what i do for you the ties that wore thin split right on cue what you can do for me is far more than i can even do so hook up to my veins and let my life force pay what's due and let it bleed right through stockholders waiting, contemplating what's the perfect hue wall street and apostate avenue amber city, super gritty, still she sticks like glue and what you want from me propaganda lets me know such overcompensation becomes our favorite show so leave it all for me as long as it's not things to do 'cause sure as i go on i'll do them differently than you and wait for something new similar goals but different roles make us boxed up and blue wall st and apostate avenue their nocturnes ringing in the clearing, still the toll is due