A new age of reason. Brain treason to trick the mind. What good is searching. If nothing's there to find?. . We arrive at this place. Of no return my brothers.
Everywhere you looked there was confusion, violence, drama and drugs. So many righteous revolutionaries spouting utopian love. Everyone shrouded in purple haze.
Weak and sick, dying in the sand. No such thing as a promised land. Don't lose faith in a better life. Reincarnation, poor excuse. . You're dying you assholes, your religion can't help you now.
the smell of virgin pages wafted through the swinging doors. and the croaking speech he'd heard from countless counselors before. they said "We all care for you, we know how you suffer.
Heard a word, suicide,. Not from one, but from thousands that tried.. The lawyer's wife and the teenage brat,. One thing in common, they all wanted out..
I had a dream of unity. Where we would walk side by side. But today I see that it's only me. Just trying to get by. . Sometimes we stride undeterred. To walk as one toward our goal.
Heard a word, suicide. Not from one, but from thousands that tried. The lawyer's wife and the teenage brat. One thing in common, they all wanted out. .
we don't need any more mountains. Because the trail builders. failed to give us passage there. so we can't reach the sky. We don't need any more failure.
A grizzly scene on my electron beam. Told a story about human rights. So all of king's horses and all of king's men. Had a riot for two days and nights.
See the fight, old men crying, deny their ruin.. Watch them try. The cynic laughs at the optimist's closed eyes.. Darkness falls, curtain calls, the cynic's beer soon overflows..
See the fight. Old men crying, deny their ruin. Watch them try. The cynic laughs at the optimist's closed eyes. . Darkness falls, curtain calls, the cynic's beer soon overflows.
Hey, do what you want, but don't do it around me. Idleness and dissipation breed apathy. I sit on my ass all goddamn day. A misanthropic anthropoid with nothing to.
Hey, do what you want, but don't do it around me. Idleness and dissipation breed apathy. I sit on my ass all goddamn day. A misanthropic anthropoid with nothing to.
Wasted days and cigarettes. Cracked cement and palms. Bodhidharma has gone fission. With your vedic mom. Yeah the Sergeant Major is dreamin' of genie.
Who do you believe can put some meaning in your life?. meaning in your life? meaning in your life?. Who do you conceive to provide you guidance and light?.
Welcome my son to where the work is never done. And the hungry are seldom ever fed. The department of false hope is a proving ground for dopes. And they'll grind your tiny bones to make their bread (Hosanna).
Delirium of disorder. Delirium of disorder. . Life is the sieve through which my anarchy strains. Resolving itself into works. Chaos is the score upon which reality is written.
Here's a story of an honest man losing religion. Climbing the pulpit steps before an eager congregation. While praying came a wicked inspiration. Brothers, sisters, this is what he said.
Well, let me bend your ear. 'Cause I'm never really there. When shadows turn to light. And hope into despair. . There was an only one. But the broody skies above.
Death and the shadow that it casts on life scares me little or none. People tell me of a divine right and the happy chosen one. . I'm a freak 'cause my morals clash with others in the world.