Martian men are coming to earth
they're abducting all of the jerks,
Martian men are coming to earth
Martian men, don't take me

Pods are landing from outer space
Pods are duplicating my face
Pods are landing from outer space
Pod thing leave me alone

I don't know what conventions you go to
I don't know what movies you've seen
I don't wanna hear explanations of unexplainable things.

It's not that I don't believe in aliens
It's just, I really don't care.
I wouldn't mind some interplanetary friends
until they come I'll hang in my own hemisphere

Holy ghost is coming to Earth
Saving souls of all of the jerks
The holy ghost is coming to earth
Savior man don't save me

The number 1 son is flippin' the tab
payin' for sins and fun we all had
the number 1 son is flippin' the bill
let me chip in for the tip

I don't understand why you beg for forgiveness
Just before you do it again
Is it more altruistic to worship
or actually help fellow man?

Its not that I don't believe in Jesus Christ
Its just I care about other things
the world could certainly use some miracles,
until then I'll put my faith in human beings.


by NOFX 

The sky is not the same shade of blue
Every single thing I believe isn't true
Missing in a maze of monochrome
How did I get here? How can I go home?

The echoes in my eyes
Of all they used to see
Burning down the world
the ashes and debris
and all that's left of me
Non entity

Tried to stand in line
Tried to obey
The ghosts of what I was
Keep getting in the way
Staring at the sun
blinded by the light
Now I'm afraid I'm fading out of site

The echoes in my eyes
Of all they used to see
Burning down the world
The ashes and debris
And all thats left of you
And all thats left of me
All have washed away
Non entity


NIN
Send "Non Entity" Ringtone to your Cell

watch the sun,

as it crawls across a final time

and it feels like,

like it was a friend.

if it's watching us,

and the world we set on fire

do you wonder,

if it feels the same?


and the sky is filled with light

can you see it?

all the black is really white

if you believe it

as the time is running out

let me take away your doubt

we can find a better a place

in this twilight


dust to dust,

ashes in your hair remind me

what it feels like

and I won't feel again

night descends

could I have been a better person

if I could only do it all again


and the sky is filled with light

can you see it?

all the black is really white

if you believe it

and the longing that you feel

you know none of this is real

we will find a better place

in this twilight



..

he couldn't believe how easy it was
he put the gun into his face

BANG

(so much blood for such a tiny little hole)
problems do have solutions, you know
a lifetime of fucking things up fixed in one determined flash

everything's blue
everything's blue in this world
the deepest shade of mushroom blue

all fuzzy
spilling out of my head ..

Kind of hard
Hard to see
When you crawl
On your hands and your knees
With your face
In the trough
Wait your turn
While they finish you off
Don't know when it started
Don't know how
Should have found out
Should have happened by now
Got these lines
On my face
After all this time
And i still haven't found my place

I jump from every rooftop
So high, so far to fall
I feel a million miles away
I don't feel any thing at all

I wake up
On the floor
Start it up again
Like it matters anymore
I don't know
If it does
Is this really all
That there ever was?
Put the gun
In my mouth
Close your eyes
Blow my fucking brains out
Pretty patterns
On the floor
That's enough for you
But i still need more

I jump from every rooftop
So high so far to fall
I feel a million miles away
I don't feel any thing at all

Man 1- I think women aren't the adults they pretend to be. They live in their imagination. They're like kids, they make up the world in their own heads. That's why you never know what the hell they are going to do.

Man 2-  Yeah, but that's what makes them interesting.

Man 1-  Bullshit, thats what makes them untrustworthy.

in this two bedroom tomb I'm sitting all alone with the television static and refrigerator drone I'm waiting for those blessed arms that seem to wrap around me six or seven times praying for them to come home I could cut myself to pass the time haven't felt anything in days a six year old girl dances on my ceiling she might as well be dancing on my grave



yet another amazing song by Pig Destroyer