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Butcher
Watching the decoys of all description
Sparkle of colour creating diversion
The liars are out - they have all the assets
Crawling for oil they were bleeding for gold
Fruit tasting bitter and lead in the air
Butcher the womb and expect her to bear
Forests are falling there's smoke in my throat
Machine over man and the mass over mind
Re-assurance from face on my screen
Appointment with destiny for those who will run
Out of the virus immunity comes
Out of the virus immunity comes
Watching the decoys of all description
Sparkle of colour creating diversion
The liars are out they have all the assets
Crawling for oil they were bleeding for gold
Fruit tasting bitter and the lead in the air
Butcher the womb and expect her to bear |
Exit
Noise turns darker the moments pass
But the drums keep thundering in familiar way
Outside the legions multiply
By and by - you're still alive
Getting nowhere - can't find no way
'cos ego ego taking the fame
Discord dances discord earth
Harvest thanks didn't go quite right
Noise turns darker the moments pass
But the drums keep thundering in familiar way
Outside the legions multiply
By and by - i'm still alive |
Follow the Leaders
Come inside boy - they call this fun!
(Music to please the adolescent)
Taking the easy way out again
Part of the process - same old story
Follow the leaders
(look at the leaders)
You just condone all that you mean
Play time doesn't last forever
Shouting about it taking the bait
Walking again in the same direction
Follow the leaders
(look at the leaders)
Time moves on and then you notice
The ground starts to tremble beneath your feet
Man killed man and blood was shed (yawn!)
And the gasps of relief at human nature like
Follow the leaders
(look at the leaders) |
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Madness
Only the righteous kiss those lips
Too much guessing too much "need to believe"
This is madness madness
Why should i suffer when i can't see your eyes?
Whose truth is your truth?
What brain can you pick? what bones?
This is madness
When did living start being a sin?
If this is today - well what the fuck's tomorrow?
Whose fashion is your fashion?
What passion can you buy?
When you know god is dead
And you are god?
This is madness madness
Madness madness
Fucking madness
Only the righteous kiss those lips
Too much guessing too much "need to believe"
This is madness madness
Why should i suffer when i can't see your eyes?
Whose truth is your truth?
What brain can you pick?
This is madness |
Tension
i've tried to understand the ways of men they taught me
they've lost their values as we define a wealth
semen and blood is all i've got, investments of a future
i'm searching for a new gold yes i'm searching for a new gold
a voice is calling
move closer to you - yeah
virile young men run down the street in havoc singing
"i wish to build, i penetrate, i penetrate"
restricted sexuality gives birth to worlds of terror
and all the time i'm trying to piece new schemes together - help me
architects erect erections, monoliths are raised
i love the swollen mound i love the swollen mound
all hail the new seed breeding from our hearts and wombs
and night and day run round in circles following sex instinct
push it between her legs and stretch the lips mother relieve me
bodies entwined in human tangle at the point of climax
shoot forth the new gold and at last reason makes perfect sense
i'm shooting, shooting forth
i'm shooting forth the new gold now - ha! |
The Fall of Because
sitting in my armchair thinking again and again and again
going round in a circle i can't get out
then i look around thinking day and night and day
then you look around - there must be some explanation
and the tension builds
take advantage - let nothing be fantasy
how do you grow as you stunt your growth?
nothing you say makes sense anymore
then you look around - there must be some explanation
and the tension builds
sitting in my armchair thinking again and again and again
going round in a circle we can't get out
then i look around thinking day and night and day
then you look around - there's nothing left to say
and the tension builds! |
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Unspeakable
Facts and figures the clocks turn backwards
Facts and figures turn anticlockwise
Many signposts leading to the same place
I wonder who chose the colour scheme it's very nice
Unspeakable!
Keep running 'cos it's nightmare time
Wvery direction leading to the same place
I wonder who chose the colour scheme it's very nice
I wonder who chose the colour scheme it's very nice
Unspeakable! |
Who Told You How?
Who told you how?
Who told you how? |
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