1. TASTE THE POISON
Abstinence works for me,
not for them.
Intolerance, far worse
things ?
This makes no sense.
Get high on me and mine
Take the poison.
Raise a voice ? The art of
making noise
Attacking stance ?
Fist in face for personal
choice
So whithers ? Self, self,
self
Take the poison.
Two polluting lifestyle
doctrines in defence
Re-access the threats to
well bring
Re-direct
And clear your heads
Dialogue (is) a powerful
drug ?
( (not) a verbal poison.
Abstinence works for me,
not for them.
Intolerance, far worse
things ?
Take the poison.
2. NEXT ON THE LIST
Next on the list ?
Such a smug parasite
Smug in a comfort zone
We stepped back and
watched
while you vidated
our effects, our spirits, our
souls
Opportunist scum ?
Think youīre so immune ?
Opportunist scum ?
We yearn to see you
removed
Opportunist scum ?
Truly spineless cint
Opportunist scum ?
Back in this lonthsome glas
Where once I was passive,
Iīm ready to snap
A pound of flesh for those
that youīve taken
That smiling surround canīt
shield you forever
When it slips, weīll be there
to fuck your world !
A slap in the face
A slap in the face
Donī turn your back, donīt
lower your guard.
or assume youīre safe
among fellows sharks
īcause whan I catch that
patronising smirk
(it) strenghtens my will
to smash your worthless
buck
A slap in the face
A slap in the face
A slap in the face
Goodbye to logic for this
neccesary justice
Goodbye to logic for this
neccesary justice
3. CONSTITUTIONAL HELL
Everything fits nicely into
place
Higher powers take the lead
Middleman sits pondering
his worth
One great scheme to stem
(the) objective urge
Decision-making
And power playing
One-upmanship
Show of hands
To clasp the myth
Vote in a new scourge
Everything fits nicely into
place
Higher powers take the lead
Issues are decided
before weīve chance to
think
And moral high ground
wins the day again
Decision-making
And power playing
Principles spurned
Show of hands
To clasp the myth
favours for my friends
Itīs a constitutional hell
where they pontificate and
yell
where etiquettes out play
integrity
Itīs a constitutional hell
Everything fits nicely into
place
Higher powers take the lead
Iīll sum up on all the good
youīve done this earth
Nothing ! !HE POISON
4. VERMIN
The rats on / this earth /
have nothing on you
An insect / to those which /
crawl the sewers
Devourer, Plunderer,
deceptor
Sniff out a / scheme / and
leave the scraps behind
voracious ? Insatiate ? A
nose attuned to greed
Devourer, Plunderer,
deceptor
Evade all traps
And come out gnashing,
snarting,
gnashing, snarting !
Disguise are many
Media palm or man in the
street.
Theyīll scavenge your
emotions
and leave you diseased
Theyīd steal a last
possession
and smile as you concede
Devourer, Plunderer,
decepto
5. THE VOLUME OF NEGLECT
Speculate freely
Begrudge me intensely
Lacking a conscience
Lacking intelligence
Lesser than nothing
Lower than everything
As you drain our vitality
to a mundane reality
A form of therapy
without compensation
A vague psychology
Free from obligation.
Intercept the negligence
Accept the consequence
Amongst Barbaria
Mass hysteria
Opposite in a sign to abide
when the future is ours to
decide
We continue to watch and
observe
Just to find out what
purpose it serves
Paralysed ? A spectacle /
for all to see
Hapiness within our grasp,
but out of reach
Volume of neglect
forcibly expressed
Volume of neglect
forcibly expressed
Devastate a silhouette ?
Calm and serene
Abandon / a systematic
insane routine
Volume of neglect
forcibly expressed
Volume of neglect
forcibly expressed
Opposite in a sign to abide
when the future is ours to
decide
We continue to watch and
observe
Just to find out what
purpose it serves
6. THANKS FOR NOTHING
Serve my head on a plate
Pulp my heart with ill will
I did trust you,
let to lust you, to be duped
Thanks for fucking nothing!
Serve my head on a plate
Pulp my heart with ill will
Sensed a mystique ? Turn
to spent air ?
Killed it dead
Thanks for fucking nothing
Scap the dephts to salvage
something
Thanks for fucking nothing
Drained my all, then drop
the bombshell
True, we were not joined ?
Our evey feature spliced
Though you rushed in and
took a lead
Three words spouted
This contagion
Crossed all divides
Caused a shift in
protective focus
Three words flouted
Unnntimely end, I
shouldīve clicked ?
A sensory cut-out
A spoiling of the harmony,
of which we were about
I donīt despise or
demonise,
But I just know your form
Walk right out and move
along,
and teap before you look
Thanks for fucking nothing !
7. CANīT PLAY WONīT PAY
Ten years
of all-sides sniping
fairness under fire
Ten long years
Rubbished objectives
Two-pronged shower of
bite
Dirt / is now scrubbed
From our own doorstep
But / around every corner
Hides a high roller
Suited
and heftity booted
So casual and concerned
Network
makes the acquaintance
dance to soulless tunes
Dirt / is now scrubbed
From our own doorstep
But / around every corner
Hides a high roller
Get this prick away from
me
Smash him and the
leeching clique
Fawning grin that pulls you
in
Golden windshake on the
take
Get this prick away from
me
(Weīre) enemies of the
music business
You corporate fuck !
Enemies of the music
business
Black sheep on the cust
Enemies of the music
business
Ten long years
Still didnīt finish us
Much to their disdain
Ten long years
Regained the impetus
Thorns in cash-whores
side
Dirt / is now scrubbed
From our own doorstep
But / around every corner
Hides a high rolle
8. BLUNT AGAINST THE CUTTING EDGE
lunt / on the cutting / edge
This is a stylistic disaster
Or so Iīm told
Wonīt meet your estimations
Do well to fold
Canīt keep up
to the (dummy) run
Am I redundant ?
Integrity dressed down
By the cuts of their threads
Nice and neat
(with a) sideline in grief ?
Iīll say inkempt
A real cutting edge is the
scourge of the norm
for all the angst, youīre
tantrum-fuelled dolls
Abrasiveness a
convenience
sell for a score
come up clean doing the
dirty
cut and run, then dissolve
Mould in motion
see straight through
transparent you
A real cutting edge is the
scourge of the norm
for all the angst, youīre
tantrum-fuelled dolls
Iīm blunted, Iīm blunted
against the cutting edge
Sharpeness diminished
through truth to myself
Iīm rusted, Iīm rusted
against the cutting edge
Sigh-times cloud over when
met with pretence
Together,
Drop the act !
Drop the act !
Iīm blunted, Iīm blunted
against the cutting edge
Sharpeness diminished
through truth to myself
Iīm rusted, Iīm rusted
against the cutting edge
Sigh-times cloud over when
met with pretence
Drop the act !
Drop the act !
9. CURE FOR A COMMON COMPLAINT
So drawn ? I warm to the
the fire in their hearts
This ainīt romantic
gesturing
Itīs a hand to / head the
charge
To the indifference of the
preening, idle rich
Such champions are
cancerous ?
Tumors in the gut / of
affluent bliss
Why let this scab
observers
tag them troublemakers ?
Itīs naive ?
Youīre on a leash.
This is a cure for their
common complaint x2
Ditch the gullibility
Strike ītil the green runs
dry
Bring them to their knees
Or squander as they thrive
Reject the cure for their
common complaint
On break
Agitate !
Hoist those standards,
arm-in-arm
Walk the walk and talk the
talk
Agitate ! Agitate ! Agitate !
10. A NECESSARY EVIL
I dissolve to a dream of the
past
Terminate. To remove.
Falling fast.
At the end of the chain
thoughts collect
Execute. A degree. I defect.
Whatīs it worth ?
Sacrifice the earth. It
bleeds.
Meet your needs.
Devilish deeds.
Reconcile. Understood.
Contemplate.
Desecrate. To denounce.
Detonate.
Tentative. To reject.
Overdue.
Final stage. Tocomplete.
Follw through.
Far too late.
Absolute hell ? This hell.
An empty shell.
Desolate cells.
A necessary evil ?
Bargaining pleas.
held at ransom ? our souls
diseased.
A necessary evil ? The
dominant role.
Thereīs no escape ? You
crossed the solitary line.
11. CONSERVATIVE SHITHEAD Part 2
Tiresome / -out-grown /
rebelīs seen the light.
Re-a / djusted ? Dissolved
his stauch defiance.
The Anti-Christ shifts to the
right.
He wears his īXī and
reviles mine
Music to righteous ears
Music to righteous ears
Music to righteous ears
Music to righteous ears
Moved out of / step-seeking
distorted views .
Slack-brained soundbites
serve his public slop
Decries our values in
decline.
But should we starve, then
thatīs just fine.
Knee-jerk reactionnary.
Knee-jerk reactionnary.
The Anti-Christ shifts to the
right.
His past a convenient
oversight.
Knee-jerk reactionnary.
Knee-jerk reactionnary.
Decries our values in
decline.
Heīd flick the switch and
watch us fry.
12. MECHANICS OF DECEIT
Cloacks of sickness /
keeping us sweet
Delusional blackness /
fictional madness
Visionary blackness / traps
are set
Revolting mind doors
conspiring our downfall
Which came first ? The
lies or deceit ?
Why did the suffering
cross the divide ?
The dealer sold his soul /
to hide
And left us on the other
side.
The business lessons for
which we burn
Desolate loops in which
we turn
Saga of fools, a voyage of
trust
No contracts bound.
Gathering dust
Which came first ? The
secret or the crime ?
Where does the loyalty
cross the line ?
The dealer sold his soul to
hide
And left us on the other
side.
Tranquillise our denial
Vengeance is mine
Capitalize / on regret
Kick aside what aspires
Vengeance is ours
Our defence wonīt expire
Eat-the-shit with-a-smile
donīt-be-frail
Our word is bond.
Face the wall ; fill the
mould that we take
And break with our hands
Sign the line ; itīs your life
Donīt be squeamish
Take he time, take the
sweat
Clock back your tongue
Mechanics, mechanics,
mechanics of deceit
Glorified, butchered,
bathed in malice
Sign the line ; itīs your life
Donīt be squeamish
Take he time, take the
sweat
Clock back your tongue
Eat the shit with a smile
donīt be a frail
Cloacks of sickness /
keeping us sweet
Delusional blackness /
fictional madness
Visionary blackness / traps
are set
Revolting mind doors
conspiring our downfall
Which came first ? The
lies or deceit ?
Why did the suffering
cross the divide ?
The dealer sold his soul /
to hide
And left us on the other
side.
The business lessons for
which we burn
Desolate loops in which
we turn
Saga of fools, a voyage of
trust
No contracts bound.
Gathering dust
Which came first ? The
secret or the crime ?
Where does the loyalty
cross the line ?
The dealer sold his soul to
hide
And left us on the other
side.
Tranquillise our denial
Vengeance is mine
Capitalise / on regret
Kick aside what aspires
Vengeance is ours
Our defence wonīt expire
Eat-the-shit with-a-smile
donīt-be-frail
Our word is bond.
Face the wall ; fill the
mould that we take
And break with our hands
Sign the line ; itīs your life
Donīt be squeamish
Take the time, take the
sweat
Clock back your tongue
Mechanics, mechanics,
mechanics of deceit
Glorified, butchered,
bathed in malice
Sign the line ; itīs your life
Donīt be squeamish
Take he time, take the
sweat
Clock back your tongue
Eat the shit with a smile
donīt be a frail
Our word is bond
Face the wall ; fill the
mould that we take
And break with our hands
Mechanics of deceit
Tranquillise our denial
Vengeance is mine
Capitalise on regret
Kick aside what aspires
Vengeance is ours
Our defence wonīt expire -
so beware !
13. (THE PUBLIC GETS) WHAT THE PUBLIC DOESNīT WANT
Name your price for
progress
Impoverished settle the
bill
Clear a path - coming
through !
Clear a path - coming
through !
Stylise
Make it easy / on the eye
Keep our distance -
too under-formed to grace
the īsublimeī
Flatter to deceive
Building arthouse
cosmetics
Like a mismatched
prosthetic
Like a mismatched
prosthetic
Spreads llike wildfire
Burgeoning yuppie nirvana
Highbrow aesthetics
Decadents always crave
more
Marvel at / the sleek
design
The wilting talk / of curves
and lines
A piece-de / -resistance
To Banish my
pig-ignorance
The public gets / what the
public doesnīt want
What use is this / to man or
beast
It glosses over / basic
needs
The public gets / what the
public doesnīt want
Access denied ? weīre
utter philistines
Access denied ? weīre
utter philistines
Caged in / the exclusion
zone
Pass away / in sepia tones
Access denied ? accept
weīre cultural slime
Access denied ? accept
weīre cultural slime
14. FRACTURE IN THE EQUATION
attered frantic, dressed in
tragedy
Reach the point where
timeīs caught up ? Why me ?
Paths we choose, the
sorrows we cause.
Itīs all forgotten instantly as
pain calls.
Just a fracture
In the equation of designs
Self-destructure
Drawing out life
Neutral unknown, a nervous
calm
Answers tactically arranged ?
Stalling time.
Just a fracture
In the equation of designs
Self-destructure
Drawing out life
Second chance.
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