watching the apocalypse from ground zero

the end of days is finally here
and not as bad as we had feared
it seems the path, at last, is clear

I saw it on the news today
finger-pointing’s gone away
I guess with no one left to blame

television blindly saves
it showed us who we are today
it’s prime time now,sit back and pray…

did we get here by ourselves
or with the help of something else
I think instructions could have helped

the end of days is finally here
and not as bad as we had feared
it seems the path at last is clear…

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all you do

wholly disregard this if
it doesn’t it really matter
what I think.

what I think?

plastic eyes
where goes your stare?
forgotten smiles
you do not speak of
yet

they’re all on you

do you know to
hold on, or
do you need to
push away?

it’s all in you

wholly disregard this
if it doesn’t really matter
what I think.

but what I think is…

it’s all in you,
all on you
and in all you do

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move along now, there’s nothing to see/hear

something is wrong
here

if true,
what does it mean
to you?
and really, why dream
of lies
and scheme
to try to hold on to
a bunch of nothing?

something is wrong
here

it’s true
everything now
in you
is telling you how
to move
and if you buy in that you
will be someone…
someday

something is wrong
here…

(break)

something is wrong…
something is wrong here

you say that it’s nothing but
I know what I see

(leave it alone man, leave it alone)

and it’s not like it’s something that
I want to believe

(leave it alone, man leave it alone)

tell me the truth and
it might set you free…but

leave it alone? I won’t leave it alone. I can’t leave it alone…

something is wrong here

it’s true,
you’ve figured it out,
there’s proof
that once you began to see
and hear,
all of your fears and tears
these years bought you nothing

something is wrong, ‘hear?

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mens rea

the route to evil
begins with thee.
you see no crime
so there’s no crime to be seen, and

since you don’t give a fuck about what we need, ooh…if I had an evil streak in me I’d…

(break)

there’s something in the eyes
of others I’ve seen that
I don’t mind saying, they
gives me the creeps and

besides, I don’t give a fuck about “why?”, and maybe sometimes I’ll smoke some kind so that

I don’t give a fuck about
wants or needs, but
I got to get a few of those things for me…

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welcome out

We live for tomorrow,
just like you’ll be taught to.

They give us all a purpose,
but we need meaning in this life

c- and, I want a better place for our little ones.
Only we can make ours a better world, but

we stand by divided,
letting the little things pass us by.

c- I’m convinced of better days, of a better way,
because we all have something yet to be…

break

This is what they were expecting,
what they’ve been counting on all along.
Issues we’re not addressing, like,
where leads the path that we’re walking on?
Just wait until tomorrow,
when you can’t help but break the law.

c- With their noose drawn tight enough to make you cough
tell me when, exactly, is enough, enough?

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politics as usual

heartbreak, heartbreak
oh, woe to thee

all the things that make a lie,
cross your fingers, hope to die
promises that no one could keep

if it wasn’t me, it might be them…
you can’t be gamed if hustlin’
least that’s what they say on the ‘street

the time we have…
make it last

what they say to comfort you,
and promises, don’t make it true
it takes much more than just your belief

behind their smiling countenance
beats a heart of affluence
never knowing nothin’ ’bout need

heartbreak, heartbreak

past the point of strugglin’
it’s time to task these lesser men
of words to action, not to do as they please

heartbreak, heartbreak

the time we have…make it last

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needed: understanding

When even understanding won’t give us some peace, perhaps some directions could give us relief. Everyone believes that theirs is the “way”. If you had the words, tell me, what would they be?

Common sense, possessed by so very few that even those with power don’t have a clue. Though someone once said this is not ours to keep, what do we do, we fight for our piece…

The simplest of notions…brainwashed away. So much for so many turned to ruins and waste.

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body high

now that things are clearer
nearer the source
I found you bound by sound singing with one voice

and then I felt it…
just like you
when beats meet bump a body’s got to move

the floor is crawling
truly alive
each step I take brings me back to the first time…

ooh that’s a body high

how I came to be here?
I had no choice.
I followed ’round the sound until I found the source

and then I felt it…
so did you
when beat met bump what more could we do?

the floor was calling
crawling with life
each time we moved brought me back to the last time…

ooh that’s a body high

of course it’s good to be here
and hear your voice
some sounds know no bounds
and fill the world with joy

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the other side of denial

tell me, why must we hesitate?
must we accept our fate as something we deserve?

I know it’s hard to concentrate,
they keep us so sedate needing, wanting more

are you trying to expose your ‘self’?
is this the you you’d hoped to be?
and so it must be that all is well,
living a life you hardly believe…

wake up, greeting a brand new day
full of potential waste, wanting it to end

are you trying to express yourself?
are these the words you thought you’d need?
although it might read that ‘all is well’
you’re living the lie they let you believe (and)

we hold these truths to be words
that do not reach us while
we the people are consumed by
loss of reason

are you trying to expand your ‘self’?
yes, there’s still time for you to proceed
and though it seems like you’ve been through hell,
‘least you lead life how you chose to lead it!

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feed the need

Not quite expressive; oppressive but…shallow?

Omniscient impotence coagulates fluid movement,

dries potential under magnification.

No need for inscription (a classic description)

preserved.   Predictable behaviors aside

(white man, hardly alive).   Lifetime subscription

to non-persecution, nears it’s end.

Set backs?   Relax, avoidance of flack, hardly

a new game for you.   As you turn on the tube

and sift through the news, you see with a need,

a need to believe…the hype they feed to you.


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