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A Call To Arms
People often confuse duty with rights and rights with freedom.
This all too common misunderstanding brings nothing more than
false hopes and futile attempts at understanding without effort.
Most people never take the time to think, and behind the veil of
self-righteousness they judge on grounds of ethics. A moral standard
they truly believe to be their own, and so their hammer falls, without
ever even considering the source of their inspirations.
The media has got a chokehold on outspoken opinions, and they
tighten and grip in the name of freedom until all attempts to
create are nipped in the bud, long before they get a chance to blossom.
An every-day terror regime instated in the name of sale, for everything
has a price, and the media just as all other merchants simply aspire to control
the market, but to control the market of the open mind, they first must
patent the written word.
They have had a long hard struggle against ideals and dreams that
people have gought and died for, but now they are winning.
Systematically shooting down our freedom of expression and the last resort
of the thinker, ripping the pen out of any willing hand and substituting
it with a surround stereo television and magazinesthat contain nothing.
It's a pointless struggle, but we will fight them, and when we can't fight
in this world we will continue in the next one. Still loosing i'm sure, but
at least alive, for a short while longer. |
Speak My Voice
Speake my voice and quote my thoughts
it's not all that bad to be an imitation.
Take my words and twist them into your own
you can even call them yours, i won't hold a grudge.
Because it's still better that it is said twice then
that it isn't said at all, and as soon as i open my
mouth the vultures flock to pick at my tongue.
I don't mind, you don't have to give me credit,
as long as you make a little sense.
Speake my voice and quote my thoughts
it's not all that bad to be a liar.
Take my truth and twist it into pointless garbage
i only wish people knew they weren't mine.
Because it hurts me to see you waste your own mind
but even more it hurts to see you waste the minds of others.
I don't know why you all come to rip off my ideas
maybe it's the lack of competition, maybe the world is
just a very empty place.
It wouldn't be nice to clean it, but i don't have the strength
to get involved.
I don't have an answer, and i don't have a cure
but as long as i have your attention
i might as well let you know how i feel.
I guess if we had tried a bit harder
we could have spawned a terrorist or two to end it all for us.
Someone with the courage and conviction to push the button
and send the whole world whirling into hell.
I'm not too worried though, it's only a matter of time.
Some day at the wrong place at the wrong time the wrong
person will make it all right. |
Release The World
Will someone ever love enough to light another star?
All i want is someone to release the world and all the filth we are.
I still believe in one.
Why is it that the truth of today is more valid than the truth of yesterday?
Do people really believe that we have learned enough to even know what truth is?
I know that i myself have no idea, so my bet is that most people are clueless
too.
Who decides what truth is? It is really smart to let biased reporters of a
market
economy news-selling institution dictate what we shall believe and think?
What kind of qualification do they have to perform their smeared-ink
brainsurgery on the unknowing cretins of modern society?
As far as i know there is no licence required to be a journalist, and they
don't really need any training, as far as i know all you have to be is a liar.
Will someone ever love enough to light another star?
All i want is someone to release the world and all the filth we are.
I still believe in one.
What is truth or common sense? It is just the current media-hype at a factor of
ten?
Isn't it a variable that is ever shifting ever changing every couple of years?
Two hundred years ago it was common sense to have slaves, we don't believe
in that now. Fifty years ago or so it was illegal to be gay, and it was legal to
rape
your wife, we don't believe in that now either, but if common sense can change
that
much in just fifty or two hundred years, what is there to say that it won't
change
tomorrow? No-one knows what the truth of tomorrow will be...
But i do know who is going to invent it, and i do know who is going to look back
at
the truths of our time and tell us they were lies...
Will someone ever love enough to light another star?
All i want is someone to release the world and all the filth we are.
I still believe in one.
Will someone ever love enough to light another star?
All i want is someone to release the world and all the filth we are.
I still believe in one. |
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Hail The Mushroom Cloud
Let us ignore the answer, let us blind ourselves to the pole of execution.
Let us all strip down to the bare naked bones and let go.
Can you stand your own filthy self, i know i can't...
The memories burned onto the concrete foundations of this sad sad society
see it, worship it and love it, the true liberator.
After thousands of years seeking the face of god we have alas found and
tamed but a single finger.
But this finger is enough, enough to let loose the hell on earth and to set
free the winds of apocalypse.
Aren't we all ready, aren't we all set to go on with the world.
Aren't we all tired and and finally sick of the burden of life.
Even if there is god, he could never ever love a world like mine?
And even if he ever did, isn't this time to say that it's not right?
In heaven we are told, there are only beautiful things and only beautiful songs.
Why would heaven open it's gates for a human soul? We were made of dirt but
weren't we supposed to improve from dirt to something more, we really haven't
have we?
Do you believe in mankind? I know i don't ...
There is an afterlife or so i'm told...But i have no idea what it is.
Maybe we have a second chance, only to make sure that we make all the same
mistakes over again.
Isn't in time we stopped hoping for a change and started making a difference?
Do you believe in nuclear war? I know i do...
Aren't we all ready, aren't we all set to go on with the world.
Aren't we all tired and and finally sick of the burden of life.
Even if there is god, he could never ever love a world like mine?
And even if he ever did, isn't this time to say that it's not right. |
Dreams Of Desolation
Who spawns the dreams of desolation?
we do...
Who writes the epitaph of light?
we do...
Who lies and preaches of condamnation?
we do...
Who clips the wings of angels bright?
we do...
We are all the only one.
We are all the weak and tepid.
We all strive to rule our own world.
We all tie ourselves down.
We all rot in perfect harmony.
We all love to pity yet do nothing.
We all care enough to ignore.
We are all people.
We are all just a disease.
Who spawns the dreams of desolation?
we do...
Who writes the epitaph of light?
we do...
Who lies and preaches of condamnation?
we do...
Who clips the wings of angels bright?
we do...
We are the victims in a conspiracy of nothing.
We are all liars in the end.
We all hold our own ideas as truths.
We all fool ourselves to believe that we really exist.
We all cheat and lie to keep our noses above water.
We all cry at the end of the day.
We all smear our own guilt onto others.
We are all just pawns in a game played by pawns.
Who spawns the dreams of desolation?
we do...
Who writes the epitaph of light?
we do...
Who lies and preaches of condamnation?
we do...
Who clips the wings of angels bright?
we do...
Who spawns the dreams of desolation?
we do...
Who writes the epitaph of light?
we do...
Who lies and preaches of condamnation?
we do...
Who clips the wings of angels bright?
we do... |
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