Be proud that you're a white amerikan. Blond hair, bule eyes - a fine new aryan?. Supremacy's the white man's burden?. . A final solution for all new aryans....
The noise wake me up from a long coma period. Gestation time is completed. . Injected with electronic parasite-bugs. Radioactive nails hammered down in my chest.
I can see you now. Standing on a street corner. Pastel shades, and a candy stripe parallel. Good time love, oh that I'd been much older. Go messing with the boys from the incrowd.
Artificial nose, artificial pose, artificial clothes, artificial woes.. Artificial clothes, artificial pose, artificial nose, artificial goal.. . You're artificial...Miss Teen America...superficial..
Eyes say more than thousand words. Expose the soul that flows in me. My inner warmth, my inner bleed. My deep anxiety. . This sight is where you can read.
Touch d'amour. Yours is a sunny day. Of this I'm sure. Blowing my clouds away. I just don't know what. This could do to me. I only want it. To be. Touch d'amour.
Jesus was a communist. Jesus was a pacifist. Jesus was a communist. Jesus didn't like the rich. . Jesus was a communist. Jesus was a pacifist. Jesus was a communist.
Touch d'amour. Yours is a sunny day. Of this I'm sure. Blowing my clouds away. I just don't know what. This could do to me. I only want it. To be. Touch d'amour.
I search my beliefs wherever I may go. I take your disease underneath my toes. I wear this pain of mine but nothing seems to change. For you I'm just a lie, a blinded eye, simple clay.
Sun was out. the fish were swimming. in choke polluted water. all the fishes. dying from them toxic. seebees dumpin in our stream. but we didn't give a fuck.
(3.30). Somewhere in this crazy night. With all this noise, and all this light. I'm out upon the crowded street. I play the game and I keep the beat. Woo-oo.
I open my eyes. A new reality. It's filling the sky. Full of ambiguity. I feel it inside. It's growing on me. Oh I try to control. But it's spreading the disease.
Inquisition says we'll burn in hell. Damnation for the infidel. Gonna start and spread some heresy?. Ya' gotta expect a certain misery. They're gonna make it really interesting.
Standing in the half-light. Wondering if he can. There stands the priest of sinners. Consolation in his hands. Though he prays that he won't need it. He keeps it by his side.
I, as in M-E fuckin' me!. Hate, as in H-A-T-E, hate!. Haaaate!. I hate up and down - I hate hanging 'round. I hate here and there - I hate everywhere.
You'd better be on the path to rightousness. Isn't there something that you want to confess. The end is nearing don't be left behind. Store up those treasures inside your mind.
So you think that you know. All those things unsaid. So you try to make true. All the fears in your head. . Never trusting your instincts. Standing on the edge of dissolution.
Well I'm standing by a river. But the water doesn't flow. It boils with every poison you can think of. And I'm underneath the streetlights. But the light of joy I know.
We are all brought to together. As one... one. A working molecule. The compound of duality, droning us on and on. . Datascape assembler. Spherical plasma current streams.
Home boy hustlin', shufflin' to the beat. Got a heavy metal dub from Jamaica, Queens. Homeboy rockin', hustlin' to the beat. Got a heavy metal dub and a boom box beat.