THE WORLD IS YOURS

 

Instrumental

                                                                                                                                                                                                                    

                                                                                                                                                                                                                    

 

TO THE FIRST WORLD, FROM THE SECOND

 

With representation not for people but lobbies,

And consumer junkies with gun shooting hobbies,

The majority rules, although the balance is nature,

If not for the minor, how pretty's the major?

 

Locality answers the centralized powers,

Enhancing the death toll with sparkling showers,

If people could know more of how things were done,

Than the diamondback work of a dissembling son.

 

Is there a difference in the moon and the crescent,

And secularism, it's climax at present?

 

NO!

 

Giants who cleverly part their smart money,

Buying out anything that your churning to honey.

By preying on poor fools who're left out of the loop,

Your left in the rain, or jumping through hoops

 

Locality answers the centralized powers,

Enhancing the death toll with sparkling showers,

If people could know more of how things were done,

Would they even care how poor things were really run?

 

Is there a difference in the moon and the crescent,

And secularism, it's climax at present?

Can we tell them where we're going now?

Can we tell who were showing how to live?

 

It's a dichotomy that wills us all war,

Praise the economy and money, fuck the poor.

Put down your scepter, join in, and grab a sword,

To strike at tyranny and liberate the poor.

 

It's a dichotomy that wills us all war,

Praise the economy and money, fuck the poor.

Put down your scepter, join in, and grab a sword,

To rape the tyranny and liberate the poor.

 

                                                                                                                                                                                                                    

 

 

LAND OF PLENTY

 

“Prosperity already tests the persistence of our progressive purpose. Let us ask again:

Have we reached the goal of our vision of that fourth day of March, 1933? Have we found our happy valley?”

 

“I see a great nation, upon a great continent, blessed with a great wealth of natural resources.

Its hundred and thirty million people are at peace among themselves.”

 

I’ve had enough, Enough of you,

You consumed me, Through and through,

You use and use, Imbued abuse,

Gone away, Not here to stay.

 

Don’t you know?

You’ve earned it all,

Already!

So let’s just jet set to a

Land of Plenty!

 

You had your fun, Now time to pray,

Cause they were watching,Every day.

You never saw, You never sung,

‘Til you were tried, And you were hung.

You limped along, You sucked and fuck,

You got it all, Then ran amuck.

And they came for you, To take your soul,

And they were shocked, Even it was stole.

 

Don’t you know?

You’ve earned it all

Already!

So let’s just jet set to a

Land of Plenty!

 

I spy a whitewashed lie,

Hiding and flying in the big blue sky.

Hidden yet growing, and nobody knowing

That the whitewashed lie will fly.

 

 

“I see a United States which can demonstrate that, under democratic methods of government, national wealth can be translated into a spreading volume of human comforts hitherto unknown, and the lowest standard of living can be raised far above the level of mere subsistence.”

 

Don’t you know?

You’ve earned it all

Already!

So let’s just jet set to a

Land of Plenty!

Don’t you know?

You’ve earned it all

Already!

Well I’m just packing my things up and headin’ to the Land of Plenty!

 

                                                                                                                                                                                                                    

 

DECISIONS

 

Decisions, Decisions

It’s all for the asking. Our indebted tribes

Are no longer lasting.

So sweep out from under your hole.

 

Rejoice, Rejoice

A new day has dawned

Our future is safe

If the old way is gone.

So come out from under your rock,

And see what everyone was talking about

 

It’s in the air, not a race

Not aware, it’s in the taste

It’s every night I caressed your face

It’s in the air, not a race

Not aware, it’s in the taste

It’s every night I caressed your face

 

Rejoice, Rejoice

A new day has dawned

Our future is safe

If the old way is gone.

So come out from under your hole,

Make

 

Decisions, Decisions

As we scrap the old are brains are empty

‘Cause nobodies home,

So come out from under your rock,

And see what everyone was talking about

 

It’s in the air, not a race

Not aware, it’s in the taste

It’s every night I caressed your face

It’s in the air, not a race

Not aware, it’s in the taste

It’s every night I caressed your face

 

Ready? GO! GO! GO!

 

Decisions, Decisions

It’s all for the asking. Our indebted tribes

Are no longer lasting.

So sweep out from under your hole.

Make

 

Revisions, Revisions

As we scrap the old our brains are empty

Because no one was home

Now that we’ve smoothed every fucking false fold

So where will you go without a crevice to hold.

 

In the air, in a race

Unaware it’s in the taste 

It’s every night I caress your face.

 

                                                                                                                                                                                                                    

 

 

ARBITRATE

 

Some monkeys don't

I will never vote

 

You know

 

Treason

much more than reason

depends on the season

but mediate

let me reiterate

we can't regenerate

there's no such thing as fate

 

Degrade

all that your god had made

to kill is not essentially of our will

yet still

he is a boulder, claims truth

the only words you undo

 

we arbitrate

we are betrayed

 

The end is defined by who will question

A cycle of unending regression, progression

life's long lesson

can't be learned in one simple session

 

But treason

much more than reason

depends on the season

but mediate

let me reiterate

we can't regenerate

there's no such thing as fate

 

You know

 

we arbitrate

we are betrayed

 

so mediate

let me reiterate

we can't regenerate

there's no such thing

 

                                                                                                                                                                                                                    

 

 

CROOKED

 

 

These are the days in which time has grown shorter,

With cell phone lips and shouts out from mortar.

The days are still golden but they're nearing the grim.

And freedom - the metaphor cast out with a whim.

One begot the other through reified sin,

Things in this day-in-age are how things have always been,

So let me explain in the form of a song,

That isn't too short - but isn't too long.

 

Oh, it's not right.

 

My eyes are open wide.

The toll is gnawing nigh.

You shouldn't have entangled.

Chartreuse, obtuse triangle.

 

Synthesized for "our cane,"

First world will die in shame!

 

So sorry, now I'm gone,

And I played you like a pawn.

Perfection comes in threes:

Theses, hypotheses.

 

Synthesized for market gain,

First world will fall in shame.

Act now and hope for mercy!

No quarter from our folly.

 

Never gonna, never gonna be a gunner,

Never gonna, never gonna be a winner,

Never gonna, never gonna be a breeder,

Never gonna - well maybe I'm a fuckin' sinner.

 

Synthesized for market gain,

First world will fall in shame.

Act now and hope for mercy,

No quarter from our folly,

No quarter from her folly.

 

I wish, I wish, I wish

I Him pain.

I wish, I wish, I wish

I worship pain.

 

                                                                                                                                                                                                                    

 

 

BLAME  EVERYTHING

 

 

A fight of fire unto, inside your human reprise

Suffocating and dying ever slowly

Wake up, motherfucker, realize

Everything has got to end sometime

Everything is mother earth

And I can understand why you think your money is worth

Shit flows from your mouth to mouth

Constantly reciting the words that no one's ever heard

And form all this fighting

 

Everything has got me so pissed off

Everything has got me so mad

And I can't understand why you blame me for being so sad

 

Don't ask me 'cause I don't care

 

Someone tell me 

Mumble when you can't understand anything I say

Raising hands the hail of a Hitler

But in an American way

 

Everything has got me so pissed off

Everything has got me so mad

And I can't understand why you blame me for being so sad

 

Don't ask me 'cause I don't care

                                                                                                                                                                                                                    

 

 

UNIFORMLY

 

It came to me the other night in his unholy dream

He told me honesty would only get my ass reamed

He said that love and affection are in my way

So I looked back upon my lack to see what he'd say

He said that all I'd done to thus was already dead

So then I racked and finally cracked open my fucking head

 

Love it. Hate it. Debate it. Write in now.

 

It doesn't mean that I don't ever care

It only means that I'll admit that life ain't fair

It doesn't mean I'm true when I begin to rant

It only means that I'm willing to take a chance

 

So who are you to tell me what to think and do

And tell me I'm wrong with everything you think you knew

I'm never saying anything but I'm on a search

'cause I don't give in to that who's right and who's wrong church

I can say that I love and I know I hate

But knowing which is which is an attempt at church and state

It doesn't work and it never will

So pop another pill

And write a mother fucking death bill

Once you take a step in saying who's wrong and who's right

Step off your soap box and check your height

Because nobody can judge another man's sin without looking through his eyes

And seeing where the fuck he's been

 

Love it. Hate it. Debate it. Write it. Read it.

 

It came to me the other night in his unholy dream

He told me honesty would only get my ass reamed

He said that all I'd done to thus was already dead

So then I racked and finally cracked open my fucking head

 

So who are you to tell me what to think and do

And tell me I'm wrong with everything you think you knew

I'm never saying anything but I'm on a search

Because I don't give in to that who's right and who's wrong church

I can say that I love and I know I hate

But knowing which is which is an attempt at church and state

It doesn't work and it never will

So pop another pill

And write a mother fucking death bill

 

Step off your soap box and check your height mother fucker

And maybe then you'll see you're just another fucking sucker

                                                                                                                                                                                                                    

 

ULULAS ATHENAS

 

 

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ULTIMA RATIO

 

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ANCOURAGE​

 

It's a nighttime tree of wealth

who fell beneath the love

going to hell

to health and heart apart

I feel, can never love, 

can never heal

 

Ajoined with more

cut down to mold

a feeling like they crease and fold

while I cry of pressure, hero pyre

of you yourself and all satire 

 

I see a failure

a fault, not mine

a beginning

then struggle and struggle

struggle and struggle

and die

 

Sing

Never knowing anymore

cause knowing is so raw

Accumulates nothing but killing

 

Forevermore

                                                                                                                                                                                                                    

 

 

I DON'T KNOW​

 

If you're gonna live your life anyway,

then you might as well just get fucked

 

Is this the fifth dimension?

Government intervention

Call in all politicians to save us from our sin

Claiming an end to suffering

We have almost every cure

It's all real data bits but I'm not so sure

 

Where is everything going?

Who is hiding behind the scene?

What's all the reasoning?

What does everything mean?

How can hurting help us?

Do we reap that which we sow?

You can't ask me 'cause

 

I don't know

 

Compare the corporations to that of third world nations

Equality down to slavery, Kobe wins a bought out jury

has been outlawed

Marriage is a flaw

The caravan is the straw that broke the camels back

How can hurting help us?

Do we reap that which we sow?

Can't ask me 'cause

 

I don't know

 

Where is everything going?

Who is hiding behind the scene?

What's all the reasoning?

What does everything mean?

How can hurting help us?

Do we reap that which we sow?

You can't ask me 'cause

 

Designed to inspire the dollar bill

A root of all evil, successfully it killed

A moral dilemma full of propaganda

For never ever, for never never

 

Why live a life, living sulking demeaning

with nothing to hope for and nothing redeeming

for shame in the front row that you could never know

I've dealt with reluctance and cause for the greying

Our lives aren't worth saving a forceful engraving

Why live a life, having sulking demeaning

With nothing to hope for and nothing redeeming

For shame in the front row that you could never know

the abstract injustice, I've dealt with reluctance

Our lives aren't worth saving, a forceful engraving

an anarach come paradigm failure among our time

arouse my contention without a redemption

a shadow forsaken where no man has taken form

 

 

If you're gonna live your life anyway,

then you might as well just get fucked

                                                                                                                                                                                                                    

 

 

END DEBATE

 

I position myself strategic

In part statistic logistics

In part martyr chart

In part blackened heart

In part lethargic

But made into art

 

I’ve tapped out my once held grace

To join in the human race

And in battling a Leviathan

stale-ludely-fucking-useless-mate

 

To create a new build from the bottom

To tare down that familiar start

I’ll rescribe my world through repetition

Which few recognize and even fewer had envisioned

 

End debate

 

To relocate to exuberant opulance

To renovate a shattered existence

In blissful ignorance, you can have everything

Except a piece of conciousness

 

To relocate in denial

To find a smile in deprival

Of a world that you love to hate but it’s yours

so just end debate

 

To create a new build from the bottom

To tare down that familiar start

I’ll rescribe the world through repetition

Which few recognize and even fewer had envisioned

 

End debate

 

I position myself strategic

Impart statistic logistics

Impart martyr chart

Impart blackened heart

In part lethargic

But made into art

 

I’ve tapped out my once held grace

To join in the human race

And in battling a Leviathan

stale-ludely-fucking-useless-mate

 

I’ve found in life just a little more

Than fucking your average whore

 

I created a new build from the bottom

I tore down that familiar start

And rescribed the world through repetition

Which few recognize and even fewer had envisioned

 

End debate