TRUE NORTH
unrepentant vagabond
burn all conspirators
and throw the reason away
now I don't have to ramble on
just ease my mind and rest a season
punkrocker's bullshit
does'nt have a chance
and that's their moral stance
but what good is it to them?
I can see the rationality
but that's not their responsibility
and happiness is there for me
and maybe they'll be inch closer to the source
when I find my home
overburdened, underestimated
their stra-tragic mistakes
when the mind is willing
it get's upright hilarious
PAST IS FAKE
pitiful regret, agressions fill my head
measure of success is how well to say
that the past is fake
written in the wordbooks of life are the remainders of history
when convenient we check them, as we were equivalent category
and trash piles high, in the rubble we produce
angels of our nature, just sit and don't choose
now the past is fake, let's create tomorrow instead
you can say what constitutes the most important sector of society
the producing portion seek eternal glorification
and are proud of spiritual poverty
I wouldn't like to be empathetic but I can
jeopardy, too little to stop a brat
Now the past is fake
good deeds will help you ahead
your next great decision is just a lie
your action might turn to be my most profiting mistake
veritable word have never been read
the magic present said, the past is fake
NOTHING IN REVERSE
here is the shop
there is the people
open up the door
corporations are feeble
wait, what did I say?
whta the fuck did I just say?
it can last
or they can crash
some parties are just made that way
but when the hell rings
the boys will bing
fly high sweet precariat
let's say we try to make this shit
said the pultocrat to Jesus Christ
and when the old fox hoping the best
made his disappearance from the hearse
then the guy with the guitar went all jerk
this is a tale of nothing in reverse
Zzzzzens departed
I was depressed
but when the kids are departed
they can also be united
but that's a may-be-day
it's a grand new slam today
LAND OF ENDLESS BREED
I really do care what other people may say
I've gotta go on giving my wife anyway
everything is burden, everything is light
I'm never done with unsunbstantiated fairytales
but out here in a gap of boxery
my limited greed for need
in the land of endless breed
in the emerald forest hear a blasty sound
the drummers and players can be found
in the field of poor the gazers spread around
to catch the game of supply and demand
the poor don't have to struggle in dismal poverty
anyone can be the way they wan't to be
in the land of endless breed
FUCK ME AND YOU
everybody needs in their pocket a gun or two
it never hurts to have power you can go to
sometimes, I have more sense than you
like most flawed men would do
just say fuck you!
pavlovian mute
and moron too
pay homage to
your bad servitude
you can even go celebral if you don't want to
just make a conformist deal and sniff glue
sometimes, it makes all sense
the hardest thing to do
its say fuck you
the reaction it brings
it just one of those things
I don't want my friends around
and if the impulse is right
I can get into fight
and even hold my ground
but no more assured
sometimes just a nerd
is most satisfying sight
what ya gonna do
with that attitude?
just say fuck you
KARMA AND THE JOKE
wasted money in cigarettes
cracked head and harms
Boddhidharma has got mission
with your vedic scum
nouph, the Sergeant Major is dreamed of genie
and she's armed with bazooka missile
and the hollows are going down
with karma and the joke
the shallows seem shallow
when you are opressed against the wall
and you have joked all creation
go over the falls
the fun is going and you better not believe it
she seems to have the will and meaning means
samsara's coming down
with karma and the joke
GOODBYE CRUEL WORLD
I can stop the way I feel
but I can't penetrate your religion
you are you and I am wine
we don't radiate together
and everything is fine
goodbye cruel wolrd
do you know you are filling me with laughter
I don't mind but you could use a little slaughter
and I never think about you
you can feel so alone with me right here
yet you turn to despair from comfort
I may well be just bone
but my endless gaze of madness
could turn you into stone
CLARITY
give me a riot and I don't like it
you are a monkey without a dick
and I'm just getting older
let's try and be insane
let's mess and be notorious
and when my joke is upon us
grovel and decry
come clarity
lightened to free my own humanity
in a world that sucks it's tragedy
hyper-aware and impaired
terrified by God's gently stare
yearning for meaning from our animal ken
which from us depend
such clarity
isolated in our own insanity
fooled by our callow gravity
IN THEIR LEFT IS RIGHT
there is something pathetic about the world today
and I really think it is you
like all the sane and punishment
had finally make me fly away
a word means nothing
intentions are valuable as shit
and wound can bleed for a lifetime
unless it only makes you creep
I am just a giant among ants
I think it every single day
sensible being having inspiration
and waiting to fly away
everybody knows that in their left is right
PAECEFUL TIME
there's a feeling about me that I can understand
it's a scitsofrenic sense that I'm all around the land
when the wheel of fortune turns progressively jammed
it is a manifestation of cosmic delay
cleverness was a prison and I knew it all along
rejection of that fantasy will help me grow strong
all the bonds were broken when I said I love you so
and let the human emotion get tramped by reason is wrong
there is a feeling about yourself, oh I feel it so strong
it is a transsecsual notion and
I have thought it darn too short
in the crest of everything we can balance on the wave
if the measure of success is counted only in lives we save
keep your heart in right, there's a design
the new paradigm, is peaceful time
DEPT. OF FALSE COPE
welcome, where the work is allways done
and hungry are allways fed
the department of false cope is schooling ground for dopes
and I'll grind your tiny bones to make my weed
I turned out the radio
I said the sage of death is dead
but the adolescent nation
was just looking for salvation
the beast showed it's ugly head (hosanna)
so sing your songs out loud forgotten man
tomorrow's not made for you
and everybody don't have to try lend a helping hand
for god and man, there's much more to do
from my cradle of destruction
with good and bad instruction
and with a lot of good tunes
I managed somehow to muddle through
there's nothing more...
NOTHING TO SAY
tomorrow, there will be a list of catalysts
that keep the heart alive
they sweet the mind and save the soul
and feed whatever you say
and I allways understand why you can't see ife this way
the lines are broken at the break of dawn
there's nothing to say
it's no, no, no intelligence!
nothing to say
the dissonance runs far from me
retire to sweet garden
associate and denigrate
the rebel without a cause
and the overwhelming odds are never stacked
what could is good must should I?
but there's nothing to say
well it's just a company journey
callmly and allright
but pay no mind to your kind
there's nothing to say
UNPOPULAR CONVICTION
some people are impossible to live with
some people have faith in craziest things
they follow outdated scriptures that were constructed
but to me it mostly gives just a shame
maybe it's all I need
to help me fight my night
or maybe I am the light
but godly conviction makes
it feel allright
like the seed of all creation
or doomsday
tomorrow can be bright or bleak
but you know
popular consensus will make it that way
MY HEAD IS FULL OF SHIT
my head is full of shit
but I'm revenant
despite my residents rivalry
I'll be the faithful pilot
in my own trajectory
do you want to know a secret?
will you hold it close and dear?
this will not be apparent
but you and me are not alone in here
my head is full of shit
no apparition
a partition from the host
a temple of cogito
and forbidden to approach
go hell with your superstition
there's a stranger in the house
I don't need no exorsism
I need a gate from outside in
now meta-cognition is not intuition
and all is just the same
my head is full of shit
but I'm the pilot
from ultra-ancestry
I'll destroy these passers-by
with zen and artistry
THE ISLAND
there's a world outside and I can actually make it
there's a life to lead and I can actually fake it
the mood feels right
and your island is sinking out of sight
you made jetties so they'd catch all the sediment
removed the rock'n roll from every ingredient
and the tide is rising high
to wash your island in the night
the sheltering sky
is my everlasting lullaby
they said the island were solid as rock
standing firm forevermore
but ovet time even basement wastes away
to the unrelenting shore
there's a lonely seed planted
I've got instructions and desire is wholly present
you are just a petrel in the storm
your island can't protect me anymore
SAYING HEY
every day is the same routine
of heavenly chores and interesting details
and you know I was waiting for
the perfect condition for my ship to set sail
and of course the cilmate shouldn't be changing
clinging to the path has got you straining
comes the recognition now
you are on the mission I'm born to nail
(mean it!)
search for academic wisdom
can be a gag for the intellect
nowdays they pick and choose
what to neglect
brothers say hello
sisters say hey
I embrace the fines
wade into the changing tide
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