The Holy CIty of Karbala
Our story starts here with bloodshed on our hands And the setting takes place in an oil infested land As the raging fire, now begins to grow A city becomes a victim and they don’t know
One nation, sold so high, it was built on a scandal, living a lie One nation, destroying our sense, denying the message we have sent One nation, sold so high, it was built on a scandal, living a lie One nation, suffer under God, feeling the light from above One nation…
Back to this putrid, sickening story, With a country still lost, hunting for glory Tanks on the ground, planes in the sky We hear this disaster just before we…
Orchids in Ruin
See the red light reflecting levels See a structure, a pattern, a change Action with no theory, theory with no action Action with no theory, theory with no action Action with no theory, theory with no action Action with no theory, theory with no action
Shrouding in the open fields of light You try to fight, you fight, you fight, you are Shrouding in the open fields of light You try to fight, you fight, you fight, you are
To begin again from the beginning you have began, rebirth To begin again from the beginning you have began, rebirth Being swept along, is no longer enough, you will begin, rebirth The spot was centred, in the expanding mind The mind was centred in the expanding spot
Vivid Still Beating
Setting your sails on endless fight The war planes are cutting through the night Sirens are screaming, screaming bloody fright Hide your families out of sight
In a world with crumbling walls Faintly destruction still calls Following, still so blind Watching the fall of mankind
Looking to the sky, we wait and we watch for the sign…
Vivid, lost in a dream Still, tear apart the seams Beating, still beating
Vivid, lost in a dream Still, tear apart the seams Beating, still beating
Reaching for the broken mass Take a deep breath, call it my last As I close my eyes I saw my past Loosing my body slipping fast
Now I lay me down to sleep Six feet of earth, lie beneath Every moment, every time Dropping to display for all time
A halo of light, it caught my eye My vision became so bleak The static, it seemed to dance all around me At the end of the tunnel, out went the light
Skritch ‘N’ Skrill
Washing your hands, stealing our pride Drawing a map, to the other side Proposed on crime , bred on hate Consuming this world, take, take, take
Preach the word, from above Spilling the infection, spread the love Filling your arms, get in line Facing the wall, is everything fine?
Capitalist, fascist, democracy, LIBERATION A taste of growth, a cry of pain Skies are raining, chemical acid rain Political attacks, foreign lies Shout and scream, live a dream Bound for glory, money’s the story Yellow leafs, oil covered streets Time to reign, time to learn Clench your fists, show you exist
Ticking and talking, beating on the wall Every moment watching, clock hands fall
Separation from corporation, we must rise to resist Separation from corporation, we must resist to exist
Capitalist, fascist, democracy, LIBERATION
The process of revolution The process of revolution The process of revolution The process of revolution
Capitalist, fascist, democracy, LIBERATION
Ticking and talking, beating on the wall Every moment watching, clock hands fall
Separation from corporation, we must rise to resist Separation from corporation, we must resist to exist
Sunday Went Mute
Broken window pains, show no reflecting Pass failed attempts of empty progression Going back, looking for an old friend You have found a needle, the time has come again Tie it off, pull it with some strain, This will be the final time you tap your vein Piercing the flesh, the battles inside The lasting dirt habit, you tried to hide
Close your eyes, as your body slips away The life you once lived, has fallen to decay Memories… Memories… Your life has escaped, beneath our waking eyes Your face, your smile, now covered in disguise Nothing more, nothing less Sunday went mute as we face your death So many times, I tried to help you through Now I’m all alone, I’m writing about you You left this world, with such an impression I hope you found yourself and lost that addiction
Close your eyes, as your body slips away The life you once lived, has fallen to decay
Nothing more, nothing less Sunday went mute as we face your death
Just 80 Miles West
Just 80 miles west in abandon planes Deep in within the sand, the nuclear power drains In a desert of salt and sand, A chemical reaction raises to land
Your home is in the centre of toxic dump Saving the treatment for the cancer eating lump The zion curtain encloses your land Still to the west is a radioactive breathing ground
Just 80 miles, west of Salt Lake Right next to the great dead lake
This illness, is eating me alive This sickness, I can’t survive When the wind picks up It begins to blow A city becomes a victim And they don’t know
Inhaling this toxic gas Will make your life fall to the past What can you do? Where can you go? Salt Lake City is a story for a show
Within But Not Before
The morning was quiet, the air was still The horizon breaks to the sound of a kill Dropping the bombs, making sure we were dead They were filling a void, controlling our head
There’s no commitment to your blind nation As you so quickly, destroy our creation
Standing so tall, you felt so proud Tears are descending and you’re crying out loud
So much confusion, dealing with inside The feelings that I hate, the feelings that I hide We are pulling our lives into reverse Tearing our lies, we are casting a curse
The Aftertaste
All of my dreams, have died today Nothing more left to say Misery came over today, She shook my hand and now she on her way
The cracks of time were wearing me thin The struggle, the battle were about to begin
Lasting stains, forever in time The dirt’s in my mouth, the sand’s in my eyes Bite your lip and hold your tongue Tomorrow is here, today is gone
Blood is pumping, the organ’s in a knot My mind is bending over broken thought The cracks of time, wearing so thin The struggle, the battle, about to begin
Severed the strings, no longer attached Fall to your knees, from your attack
Newspeak (Room 101)
Stuck in a foreign land, stuck in a distant place Following the footsteps, to a secret space A body was found with a lily in its hand Pushed from society, pushed too far Rapid movements calling, calling in fast Left with an internal scar
The faceless are walking, the light is calling Covered in a frozen chill, was it the final thrill? Laid into a tomb, planted underground The world stopped spinning, around and round Transparent voices, shrieking in delight Grasping open eyes, made it to the other side
You’ve taken something solid from me Give me something to call my own You sold something inside of me Give me something to call my own
A slight reaction, with no resolution Still in the search for a broken revolution A body was found with a lily in its hand Pushed from society, pushed too far Rapid movements calling, calling in fast Left with an internal scar
You’ve taken something solid from me Give me something to call my own You sold something inside of me Give me something to call my own
Cedric Krane
Infested, infected, unprotected Fall back, pushed to the ground Silence, violence with no sound The original place, no master race Constitution, revolution Is this the final hate solution? Guns, bombs, here we go! You are wondering why we don’t know
Dance Kids! Go, go! Fight and Rebel! Go, go!
Broken bandage, still infected Alone, lost and neglected Kicked to the curb, lost my word Solid visions, the absurd Fighting a war just for oil Bloodshed stains the blackened soil Guns, bombs, here we go! You are wondering why we don’t know
Dance Kids! Go, go! Fight and Rebel! Go, go!
|