UTOPIA BANISHED LYRICS

 

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SONG: Discordance

 

(Instrumental)

 

 

SONG: I Abstain

 

I abstain!

 

Summon my pride? What pride lies behindblinkered eyes?

Your vigilance is shit!

"The lads together" - you'llfall!

Smug complacency, notions of reservingthe right to think with your fists.

I abstain from this mundane apathy.

 

Committed to "all for red, white andblue" in effect you're fighting

for what's really fighting you.

"Grit those teeth, push out thosechests" tears only for the flag.

Always the brave patriot as you slip tosecond class.

 

But you stand steadyfast?

 

People are not subjects, why should thefew get more respect?

Open your eyes!

 

Imperialism feeds off you, not patronsbut patronized.

Open your eyes!

 

They're shaping you - you're trapped with"pomp and circumstance"

Lose your discretion.

Soon, you'll not fall from grace endorsetheir rhetoric you fade,

they prosper.

They're shaping you - you're trapped with"pomp and circumstance"

Lose your discretion.

Soon, you'll not fall from grace endorsetheir rhetoric you fade,

they prosper.

 

I abstain!

Don't be a colonial slave.

Don't substantiate the act.

 

 

SONG: DEMENTIA ACCESS

 

Prolonged exposure,

In a world where I try to belong.

 

- I TRY TO BELONG. -

 

Character cessation,

On a major scale of depression.

 

Declining sense of fear, a fear that isgrowing,

That some divine treason is making me feel....- like nothing. -

 

Wide awake as I await sentence,

Resisting to be forced access.

 

Dementia access, - DEMENTIA ACCESS -

 

My immunity lenses every day,

I hope salvation relieves my disdain.

 

 

SONG: Christening Of The Blind

 

Inbred expectations in a belt of socialsecurity, free thought

demolished.

Generations of stereotypes clash, traditionalvalues abolished.

Outcries from the blind converted, mentallyshocked.

Their forcified vision shies away fromreality, finally blocked.

Majority overweigh the scales of balance,secrets hidden, sin after

sin in their eyes.

Understanding is now too late, UTOPIA ISBANISHED.

The very morals trusted in have broughtdemise.

DEMISE!

Religion, love, compassion, confuse thetruth with lies.

Traditions to be changed? Accept the inevitable?

Forge the narrowmindness to create a newparadise.

 

 

SONG: The World Keeps Turning

 

No way forward or back, in stalemate, westagnate, life cycle is an

automation, instinctively, we race to getahead?

And now our virgin minds are raped.

Another insignificance to join the ratrace.

Self indulgence within our grasp.

We're taught but torn.

The sanctity of life, so vulnerable, theworld keeps turning - we

spin out of control.

Guided, or could this mean misguided, notime for questions,

preoccupied with pressing on, the worldkeeps turning - we overdose

on overdrive.

Superior species with inferior ideas.

We overload our bodies and minds, respectthis world while

committing suicide.

Poison trait.

We're the cause not the cure, our methodswill surly drag us down.

Guided, or could this mean misguided, ourvirgin minds are raped -

the world keeps turning - we overdose onoverdrive, we spin out of

control.

in stalemate, we stagnate!

 

 

SONG: Idiosyncratic

 

Not lacking insight or impetus to shoutbehind ideas that reforms in

us will bring about.

 

(As) parallels we run so close yet as Itry to draw to you,

incoherence rears it's ugly head,

Of integration? You do your utmost to discourageit.

 

Envy, resentment, jealousy.

Token emotions - there is no need.

 

I try so hard to state my case yet as Itry to draw to you.

Incoherence rears it's ugly head,

Resort to slander - you drive me furtheraway.

Breakdown of minuscule faith - my wastedefforts!!!

It's your indifference, not mine, thatputs me on a pedestal.

Then after the fact, you oppose me fora lack of support.

 

If your aims are to attract us condemnation.

The bitter taste I had now strengthensmy resolve...To rise above!

RISE ABOVE!

 

 

SONG: Aryanisms

 

Put it on yourself to be, a role model,an image, that you feel,

should guide the habits, to form a movementof self - infatuated

fools.

 

Keeping "each to their own",where social bonding is taboo.

Keeping "each to their own",where social bonding is taboo.

 

Is it nice to be a clone in your interpetrationof a perfect world?

Where all desire to consort is perceivedas contagious disease.

 

Keeping "each to their own",where social bonding is taboo.

Keeping "each to their own",where social bonding is taboo.

 

Challenge your sordid claims to purify!

 

You distinction threatened? - absurd!!

 

Your wage crusades of loathing to provea point - the need for

divine,

How can the thought of unbounded relationskindle so much hate -

outcast!!!

 

Get your kicks through persecution.

Used as scapegoats for your exterior doubts.

Exposing weakness - retarded, unworthy.

 

I cannot begin to comprehend how you wearsuch shame with vigor -

Homophobic, race antagonist.

 

Harmony can only flourish with mutual regard.

 

 

SONG: Cause and Effect (Part 2)

 

Reproach envelopes me. A hierarchy throughviolence - street

society.

Street society. I voice my contempt.

 

Convinced of my immunity.

 

Yet on a smaller scale, in my conflictedworld, my resistance is

stretched.

 

You sense and provoke.

 

You mock and degrade my friends and aims,tempting drastic actions -

baiting me.

 

My shame turning, turning to rage!

 

Twisting the knot inside, the final strainsof restraint discharged.

 

Acceleration of loathing, driving my physicalforce.

 

The shameful act, the feelings of angst,I considered myself

incapable.

 

Lay blame with me for the "bastard"that I am, (you're) too stupid

to understand the scars your cruel wordsinflict.

 

 

SONG: Juidicial Slime

 

Taste me, you made me what I am,

Mind polluting, worthless fuck.

Am I the mental feast, bruised and scarred,the underdog

A pawn within a losers game, my strengthwill grow upon your fear.

Slime, in time you'll face your end line,judge me not before

yourself.

Breed, take my pride - that's all you can.

Hatred surges burning...

 

-BURNING ME -

 

Feed, for what atonement do you seek?

Your dying grasp of loyalty...

 

-BREAKS LIKE BRITTLE BONES -

 

Forgotten past, I stand condemned,

For I am more powerful than you'd imagine.

 

 

SONG: Distorting The Medium

 

Saturating, pre - assuming icon of theyouth, ways and means to call

the shots.

Fingers in the pies which resign us fromvacant urges, facing the

bombardment - no escape!

 

Stick your intentions! Parade of puppets,sickly sweet - you stink

of vulgarity.

Sacrifice the faculties, all you've achievedis synthetic scenes.

 

Next step is to gain approval from thoseignore, those who recognize

the charade.

To fabricate alternatives designed to beexpensive in hand with the

regular facade.

 

Acquire acclaim with plastic actions, sicklysweet - you stink of

vulgarity!

Sacrifice the faculties, all you've achievedis synthetic scenes.

 

Fit into the clich, a legend in your ownbrain, bigoted, motivated

only for prestige.

 

A mask for your inadequacy.

 

Reshaping for what's required for slickcommercially.

Censored for subversion, redundant machine.

 

Don't let them mold your identity.

 

 

SONG: Got Time To Kill

 

GOT TIME TO KILL!

 

Sometimes I wallow in the air, sometimesbetween a state of good

intention and pathos - no worries!!

I'VE GOT TIME TO KILL

 

Wear my bleeding heart on a discerningsleeve, the mind is there but

the spirit's weak - time to worry!!

When the time is killing concern.

 

Presumption, an assumption.

Redemption - unsolved.

 

Riding on the perseverance of others witharmchair ideology.

I'm a link in a chain of strength.

Destructive inner fatigue corroding oureffectiveness.

 

Got to kick myself into gear, instead ofshrinking from activity.

 

I'VE GOT TIME TO KILL MY CONCERN!!!

 

 

SONG: Upward and Uninterested

 

Got to grab all you can - a perversion!Once you had the gall to

even up the score, moving in common circles,where the circles stood

for human bonds.

 

The tide has turned, allegiance tested.

Upward and uninterested.

Beforehand, adamant and strong, prosperitycould not transform,

Snort the drug, gather the assets,

Step on the head of the drowning man.

 

The tide has turned, allegiance tested.

Upward and uninterested.

 

Hailed a savior as enterprise succeeds,your obsession overrides.

Where once you fought to stop the trapenclosing, now you lay the

bait.

 

Speculate, capitalize.

Words that distort to promote financialgenocide.

Ideals for trade, respect invested.

Upward and uninterested.

 

Got to grab all you can - a perversion!

 

 

SONG: Exile

 

Pushed, promoted, justified?.

Perhaps not guaranteed.

Reassuring cash transfer providing leads,media profile - fallacies

we need?

I THINK NOT!

Labels breed the money making rock machines.

Broadening minds, eyes blind.

Criticism for the masses - or for themselves?

Progression or procession?.

Do opinions count, or do they mount?

The piles of shit.

Alternative press delights us with.

Critique elite - ill informed.

No wrong can be done, depending on thetrend at times to be

untrendy.

Unexpired exile, reluctantly we all indulgetheir tasteful hype.

 

 

SONG: AWAKE (TO A LIFE OF MISERY)

 

"We aren't their cattle.

We're not being bred for slavery..."

Thought trained to succeed.

>From here on the pain begins.

We're maggots cast in a sea of struggle,bait for the big fish.

Crawl, forever crawling.

Faith holds no answers.

Ravenous - they greedily suck away yourwill to even argue.

A belief in something better.

Downtrodden, hopes still linger. Facesbear the same shallow fear of

forgotten prosperity.

Powers change.

The promise of reward. Declarations falseand unjust.

Tame insecurity.

A dreamlike notion that life passes by.

Cushioning the blow of impending reality,

Aimlessness is flogging us - AWAKE!!

 

 

SONG: Contemptuous

 

Sadness, despair.

Sometimes the things I cherish, sometimesthat all I've got.

And that's enough.

Bitterness, anger.

Man made torture, not to be shared.