We have had many requests for the lyrics to "Fuel For The Dead Machine"
So here they are.
Asphyxia
so much so little so long my sweet heart adrenaline rush
i've been beaten i've been robbed and now i've gotta find a real job, will some one
tell me what is real any way?
all of my old dreams have been shattered as new rules take shape to regulate how we get to the promised land of prosperity and success.
i refuse to contribute to a massive brainwashing mechanism that keeps the youth asphyxiated and living for manufactured childhoods that are provided by those who would keep us enslaved to our system of monetary exchange.
but still i feel the need to mend the gap between desire and nessesity
all that i have done has been done in fits of passion. but to what extent do i excercise responsibility?
with these eyes i recognise that which i know to be true
i want to burn the whole thing down, just burn that mother fucker down and leave nothing but the ashes
just burn it down and watch it until it smolders, leave nothing but a corpse
Sovereign Entities
help me i think i've fallen asleep again. i and i will not honor the illusion of every day life.
there's people coming and people going, every one stop shoving; people going up and people coming down won't you sit still and listen to the sound that your soul makes
it sounds like strings on a violin vibrating harmoniously and every song we've ever sung we sang together as one sovereign entity in love
i do believe that love is the creative force that bonds hearts to hearts and thoughts to thoughts accross many moons and through out the universe we expand collide and burst to form a perfect verse
we conceive such monumental monuments, great structures that reach the sky
in unison from here to infinity
The Chaos That Binds
these lazy hazy crazy amazing down right confusing days, i gave my life away so long ago
how wrong was i, or was i absolutely right?
down winters avenue you and i strolled as a star crossed duo wrapped up in the past
we walked a bridge of swords together but we had to walk it blind, you and i stand
up straight against the world
close your eyes lay back and inhale a dream, that old imaculate dream
we hold on so close we share the same life we occupy the same world
i'm so glad you are my friend i'm so glad you understand the bad feelings i will not let in because you've shown me how to stand up to my self with a patience like no other
moment to moment we share as we traverse the world we have created in our own chosen image
so beautiful so free
the chaos that binds the imprint you leave behind is still fresh on my flesh so lovingly
caressed by sweet venus
but these lazy lazy days
we had to walk a bridge of swords but we had to walk it blind and now i stand up to the world with my fists clenched and my eyes open wide
Fuel For The Dead Machine
i break my back to pay the keeper who issued me a number on the day that i was born and who sucks the life out of me to pay a debt. i inherited this life as a formulaic transition from birth to death there's a deceiptful agenda superimposed on the path to proper education we are all victims, there's no other way to live the keeper is here to gaurd us from evil, but there is no greater evil than he who would keep us from the truth so i work to pay the keeper who issued me a number it keeps me nice and honest like a soul with out a face or a slave within the system, liquified and fed to the machine trying to rescusitate its energy as we drudge through every day, not meant to suffer but we do any way
Attica! Attica!
i am a product of my environment but some how i just don't fit in
my face shows age and my voice is monotone
i separate as much as i can
learing way down is the desire to change and to let go of this world.
a certain kind of emptiness is thrust upon me
its name is distance
and now shadows of nightmares begin to creep in
i know they're for real like statues in the sand
to resist, it can and will provide confidence
i and i will let go and release all attachment to negative action, i'll leave the past in the past
bring about change so desire can spread its wings
constant vigilance will provide a better perspective of the great divide set off in the past by double tongued bastards that are trying to get the best of me
but this soul is closed to the likes of you
i will transform old patterns
distance is my only shield from old trespasses
metamorphose and take on the shape of something new
i am a product of diluted knowledge with an over active imagination that sings schizophrenic lullabies
i should separate as much as i can until everything goes away.