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FEAR, EMPTINESS, DESPAIR LYRICS

 

SONG: Twist The Knife (Slowly)

 

Gut level, below it all.

Out of duty - just here.

 

Feeling like a knife's being twisted inthe hole of how it is.

 

False hope, an inch of pride that diedwhen I left to hide from non stop

battering of conditioned opinion.

 

Rest assured but not assured, all is well,but I think we've dealt

with the fear for far too long.

 

Unborn suffer the norm.

Born to this - I thin not!

I stand against till the shit drops.

 

We see all but do nothing, in the holeof "How it is".

 

 

SONG: Hung

 

Downwards, downwards-

Life's spiraling descent.

All love is lost.

Premature and unreasoning.

Perversely chained without any values.

Wretched, degraded.

Take it all on the chin.

To forever hold my piece.....

The reins turned noose pull taunt as Ifall.

The figment is more painful than the fact,

And I'm the one to hang, just for beingme!

The murky clouds wash, solace comfortsme not,

And I'm the one to hang, just for beingme!

Black numbing blanket smothers attritiononce and for all.

 

 

SONG: Remain Nameless

 

No place.

My number's up.

Still not good enough.

 

Sequested, should I bow my head?

Unlucky?

Not to be a part .

 

Accept the ordeal, bar-coded.

Cut the deals, downloaded.

Succession strains.

 

Misinformed.

Denied, your words shattered.

Purposeless.

 

I'll breath the free air, and remain nameless.

 

 

SONG: Plague Rages

 

Scale the inferno, take it all in

Am I right or wrong, or just confused?

Glamorized, dare I say it?

Fantasized, but through who's eyes?

Not theirs, that's for sure!

Rebuff beliefs that we've lost.

A plague rages in all our hearts.

Am I the last in line?

To stop and turn, and pretend that we'rereally changing.

I'd sooner DIE!...........

 

 

SONG: More Than Meets The Eye

 

The clever box 'O' tricks tells me I'mparanoid.

But as I uncover, the sourbess and decayechoes my suspicions-

(There's) more than meets the eye.

 

Thought process is geared to caution tote wind.

We shuffle along discriminately, the dangersigns ignored.

 

Man goads woman.

Child strikes infant.

Turned against each other.

 

..of those who think it righteous to liberatethe wiser, or those

who punch hardest for the land of competition.

(There's) more than meets the eye.

 

Head swims, heart cries because hopelessnessresides, when man last

falls.

 

Who'll be left to fight?

(There's) more than meets the eye.

 

 

SONG: Primed Time

 

I've walked to the ends of the earth, andglanced into the eyes of

those who were going the opposite way.

They failed to bridge the gap, first contactwas a threat and you

could taste the surging unrest.

 

Who wrote the law that opposites attract?

Who could be so naive?

Everyone trusts no-one.

 

Looking out for number one.

Ours is a primed time.

 

The finite thrill of the loathing - a streakin our life bearing

dreams.

It strengthens to soothe the open wound,but ours is a primed time.

 

It strengthens to soothe the open wound,but ours is a primed time.

 

Bonding? - Do you think I want the upperhand?

Broken contracts, we sow infertile seedsand reparation pales.

 

 

SONG: State Of Mind

 

To transgress out, out of a savage stateof mind.

 

A deep rooted, continuous outcry.

 

Territory under rule.

But from whom?

Do we choose the right to not choose tobe fools?

 

To grasp greedily, a freedom from pride.

A binding force, a source of strength.

 

Territory under rule.

But from whom?

Do we choose the right to not choose tobe fools?

 

To be content to lose, an act of saving,of deliverance for a while.

For the knowing smile of "I told youso"

 

Fear and it's penalties, to utter suchcries.

 

I think the choice is there to underule.

 

 

SONG: Armageddon X 7

 

Lest we forget scorched earth policies,of megaton and hydrogen, and

taut muscle of an armory that flexes, toshow the world we mean

business!

 

It's all smiles and handshakes, but whomoves to disarm.

 

We've cheapened time and evolution.

To be violently erased is non - fiction.

Those summits and peace treaties are justworthless words.

 

It's all smiles and handshakes, but whomoves to disarm.

 

Radium, Uranium - one more isotope to addthe collection.

The age of outrage has been reasoned intosubmission.

And cries for peace are no longer in fashion.

I wonder if we'll see the point throughcataracted eyes.

Or draw breath from irradiated lungs, andsigh as we exit times

seven.

 

 

SONG: Retching On The Dirt

 

I'm retching on the dirt, it's earthinesscoating my throat.

I'm wincing on the bitterest pill.

I refuse to swallow.

I'm offered the warmth of a velvet glove,an iron fist to some.

 

I'm hounded by white - right might thatwants the country pure.

I'm incensed by those in awe of "livingamongst their own".

 

Selective perfection will cut their ownthroats!

 

I'm constantly forcing the point, but we'reall retching on dirt,

and we'll choke if we don't spit it out!

 

 

SONG: Fasting On Deception

 

So long we shared friendship, I thought(but misguided)

 

Finally you came then, what I knew youwere, all along.

 

Spineless, you pretend to be what you'renot to me, and all around

me.

 

Two faced and so self - centered.

 

It works both ways, but you can't feelyou obsessions blinding you.

 

You abuse, and for what do we get in return?

 

My last chance to repent.

It's your last chance.

We'll fast on you deception.

 

After all, you've proved yourself.

So many things maliciously absurd.

 

I cannot trust you and I never will.

Still a disillusioned friend.

 

 

SONG: Throwaway

 

I've slipped the noose, the shackles areoff.

My maturity fixation outshines.

 

It's go for broke and fuck it all, withhead held higher (than thou)

 

I am the man that used to care.

Who was I then?

 

So quizzical with foresight.

Now I've favored to savor the flavor ofnine - to - five intuition.

 

Out with the old, in with the new regime.

I sold my soul to the rebotised dream.

 

I'm just an empty shell with integrityscooped out.

A painted smile, a glass - eye high ontwo that can't cry.

 

Touch me, I'm cold to the merits of (real)love.

I stepped back from the edge when otherslipped off.

 

And all because society told me to.