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A TERRIBLE WAY TO USE A SWORD
The flesh is so easy to be broken
Without grace…a terrible way to use a sword!
The life of another human could be in your hands,
But you can’t act on will ‘cause that would lack discipline.
You feel hurt without physical pain; well that’s what you get
When you disrespect your skill and act upon will my friend.
So fight like a king,
With love for the queen.
Salute those you’ve slain,
With no shame.
Your punishment will be severe.
1-2-3-4-5
Lashes across the spine.
The flesh is so easy to be broken
Without grace…a terrible way to use a sword!
Welcome Armageddon. We are here to serve.
Welcome Armageddon. We are yours.
The fumes of temptation are stronger than the will to resist.
The question and answer of the reason that humans exist.
Contemplation brings a smirk upon your dirty face,
But you’ve realized too late, your actions felt great.
So fight like a king,
With love for the queen.
Salute those you’ve slain,
With no shame.
The last thing they will tell the priest, is that the great warrior has become a beast.
Dark without warning and life without living
Your honor’s corrupt and revenge is in mourning
Your skill has been tainted, your blade has been sharpened
The names have been listed. Welcome Armageddon. We’re yours.
We’re Yours.
Your heart bleeds with every beat. You’ve realized!
Your service has faced it’s defeat. It’s the end…
…of your world. Beautiful murders without grace…
…a terrible way to use a sword!!!!
CATASTROPHIC OBEDIENCE
Suckered into a catastrophe, awakened by a shout of blasphemy
Charged by a sense of joy and human humility.
Stand beside the side, which is the best side, outside, is where you tend to decide.
Make your move human, then melt away. Everything you wan-t can be made.
Carry on!! Just carry on!!
Hostage to your own perversity, lick the ass and bite the hand that feeds you!
And just carry on!!!!
Progress is what we expect….harvest with your breath…make sure all are accepted…wipe off your mouth to refresh.
Check the list
What’s next
Gonna give the prize to the best
Smile big, you fucking pig
Are you ready for what comes next?
Make it point, to say YES!!!
Get on your knees and do your best!
And CARRY ON FOOLS!!!!! JUST CARRY ON!!
CHOREOGRAPHER OF FATE
All of the time. All in a line of time.
All of my life. All in a life of time.
We rise above the plans we’ve made for the day.
And we hold the key to the cage that we’ve made for our face.
You will never find it. Even with a card of tarot…even with a ball of crystal.
You can never hide it. You will never go the distance…you will never run away from fate.
Come try as you may, to find a place secured within a space.
All of our fears. all in a fear of time.
All of our tears. All of our tears in life.
We arise for our new day that we think we’ve planned.
Or did they make the cage for the key that we have to our faces.
You will never find it. Even with a card of tarot…even with a ball of crystal.
You can never hide it. You will never go the distance…you can never run away from fate.
Come try as you may, to find a place secured within a space away from fate.
See what you will find, something more than the games.
The games that children play. Watching your every move by the end of the day.
You cannot weave the fabric of destiny…you are just a puppet that’s being pulled by the strings.
I want every thing my way…want complete control of fate.
I don’t think you get the picture.
Need the needle that can weave fabrics of our destiny…need control to set me free.
I don’t think you get the picture.
I want every thing my way…want complete control of fate.
We rise above the plans we’ve made for the day.
And we hold the key to the cage that we’ve made for our face.
We will never find it. Even with a card of tarot…even with a ball of crystal.
We can never hide it. We will never go the distance…we can never run away from fate.
Come try as you may, to find a place secured within a space away from fate.
Wipe away your tears to find a trace of the years on your face.
A way from fate…see what you will find.
It’s a game. You can’t run away…you can’t hide from fate.
RADIO FEELER
I’ll pass on this life I’ve taken.
I’ll take on this life you’ve made.
Mute. Increase. Tell me how to be.
I’ll pass on this life I’ve taken.
I’ll take on this life you’ve made.
Cut. Let if bleed. So we can be infected with it’s disease.
Such sweet feelings. Airwaves breathing.
It shows our ears away from finding it.
The only thing you seem to know is what you’re told from radio.
Instructions, can you feel them grow? If you believe your work is done…laziness won again.
I’ll piss on this life I’ve taken.
I’ll take on this life you’ve made.
Fade in and out the picture. Shut it off. Turn off the power.
THE FACE INSECURITY KILLED
Face the face your face secured, before you feared.
Reflections always lie to you, but you will make them tell the truth.
(This time)… they tell the truth, but they lie.
Decisions on a lower plane have grounded you.
Happiness accelerates. You’ve ruined your face to help you out this time. Ahh.
You’re so beautiful in your own private world.
Features accentuated through plastic and wax masturbation.
Facelessness is nice here out of the light, but I’m so insecure.
DON’T TOUCH ME!
You’re so beautiful in your own private world.
Features accentuated through plastic and wax masturbation.
Facelessness is nice here out of the light, but I’m so insecure that I’ve killed my face.
ESCAPING THE ABSYNTHE
Entering the room with facial distortion on my mask.
You thought you had a life that was closer.
My true identity lies in my future, not my past.
You thought you had a life that was closer.
I can wish.
Happiness exposed, and not too far from my grasp.
You thought you had a life that was closer.
Walking in slow-mo with Pentium time to pass.
You thought you had a life that was closer.
Escape absinthe
I can’t imagine the passion that was felt.
Staring, procrastination…such power in yourself.
Fall deep, try to get out.
You laugh and cry and shout “I can’t escape!”…if power’s what I need.
Elevation lowers (my blood pressure) is getting high.
You thought you had a life that was closer.
Waking up to another person that is not my wife.
You thought you had a life that was closer.
I can wish.
Pain folds on (dirt) starts to fade away.
FALL, RISE, LAUGH...FALL
I can be your guide to whatever your heart desires.
I can be your guide to anything logical.
You’ve made your last mistake, while your body fell across the grate.
The feeling was nice, that everything you said was right.
No one questioned your lies.
I was almost there……………..
……………………………………I’m far away.
I can be your guide to anything logical.
FALL, RISE, LAUGH…FALL!
LIE!
I was almost there.
You’ve made your last mistake, while your body fell across the grate.
The feeling was nice; that everything you said was right.
No one questioned your lies.
I can be your guide to anything logical.
I can be your guide to whatever your heart desires.
A STORY LIVES FOREVER
THEY WILL REMEMBER ALL THE THINGS YOU DID
THEY WON’T FORGET AND THE WILL NOT FORGIVE.
REACTIONS, FORZEN THEY LIVE.
YOU WANT ALL THIS?
I GUESS YOUR LIFE WOULD BE BETTER AS A STORY.
GOOD ONES HAVE NOT BEEN FORGOT.
FRAME YOURSELF NEGATIVE OR GLORIOUS.
IT COULD BE SOMETHING YOUR NOT….HAVE YOU FIGURED OUT THE PLOT?
MAKE YOURSELF A GIANT NEXT TO A SPECK OF DIRT,
OR MAKE YOURSELF ENORMOUS BIGGER THAN THE WHOLE WORLD.
YOU COULD HAVE POWER AND CONTROL THE ABSURD,
BECAUSE NOW YOU HAVE NOTHING.
I GUESS YOUR LIFE WOULD BE BETTER AS A STORY.
GOOD ONES HAVE NOT BEEN FORGOT.
FRAME YOURSELF NEGATIVE OR GLORIOUS.
IT COULD BE SOMETHING YOUR NOT.
RELAX. THIS WON’T HURT TOO MUCH.
RECALL WHAT YOU’RE NOT…AND WANT!
LIKE AN EAGLE SORING TO THE TOP OF A MOUNTAIN WITH BOLD CONFIDENCE, ONLY TO TAKE A REST.
AND THE TIGERS CLAWS RIP INTO YOUR FLESH, AS HE STARTS TO DIGEST THE LEGEND YOU HAVE BECOME BECAUSE YOUR BODY WILL DIE BUT YOU DON’T HAVE TO.
LALALALALALALALALALALALALAALALALALALALLALALALA
RELAX. THIS WON’T HURT TOO MUCH.
RECALL WHAT YOU’RE NOT…AND WANT!
A STORY LIVES FOREVER…IT ALWAYS LIVES FOREVER
THE FIRST HALF OF YESTERDAY
Remembering back when…
…when it seemed that hours past felt like weeks.
Shake and quiver due to weakness in the knees.
You seemed to disappear…
…vanish in thin air or perhaps
under thick dirt at the bottom of a grave.
Facing the faithless, hoping that they would change.
Faith in the faceless…what is real and what is a dream?
The broken glass on the ground makes amends with the scars on the bottom of your feet,
as they open their doors to reintroduce the germs to the underside of your skin again.
Facing the faithless, hoping that they would change.
Faith in the faceless…what is real and what is a dream?
What went wrong?
You went away the first half of yesterday.
The second half of tommorow…less or more to look forward to.
Blindness.
But you may not ever forget the first half of yesterday.
Facing the faithless.
Faith in the faceless…what is real and what is a dream?
Tonight the grave’s inside the fallen.
What went wrong?
You went away the first half of yesterday.
The birds have all flown away.
ONE MORE DAY
Take a look at this place where I stand,
Sucking life inside out……from my hand
Appointing a person to be a friend…
They become more than that, then even less.
She (he) stepped in the way and took chance…and she (he) lost.
Confused, she (he) scratches her(his) head and starts to smell how she’s (he’s)
rotting away…oh, so quickly.
Ciao, ch ch ciao, ch ch chuh caio ch, ch, ahh ahh ahh
Ahh ahh ahh
Ahh ahhh ahh
Lovers sulking on the wrong side of the road,
but they can’t hold hand ‘cause they have to hold their own…
…big bloody heads getting smaller with every drop of tear,
but they can’t look at each other ‘cause that would be just one more day.
BLANKET
If I kill one innocent person, to save twenty or more…
…will I be a hero in your heaven, if I die to praise a lord?
I can perfect my Elvis Presley lip-curl
While I’m staring at the whole wide world
And I’m reporting to no one
Being the subversive is so much fun
I wonder what it’s like killing non- combatants,
There is no such thing as a surgical strike
Whatever happens, happens.
Maybe it will happen tonight.
Is this just a justification?
Does testosterone make you serious?
Did I just give myself instructions to go numb and be furious?
I’m about a quart low on milk of amnesia.
It’s getting harder to be martyr.
I’ve got violence running hot
I’ve got violence running cold
Whatever happens, happens,
What's your definition of innocence?
words by Mark Eudy
GOOD MOURNING
I decided to wake up again today, in hoping that today would be better than yesterday…what are the chances of that?
Woke up early today, in hoping I could get a cup of coffee to start my day…mmm mmm good!!!!!
Traffic is slow today, but how I want my cup of coffee to start my day…I’m don’t care if they see I’m late.
I’ll just make up a story.
I’ll say “my stomach hurt.” and “I am sorry.”
“if you fire me, I’ll understand, but I love my job and you are my friend.”
Woke up early in the morning just to get a cup of coffee, hoping every thing would be alright…and I’d be fine!
Oh, how can I let them know,
That my honesty is not a show?.
Oh, day after day after day
Such monotonous redundancy .
How much more can I take? ‘Cause i…
Woke up early in the morning just to get a cup of coffee, hoping every thing would be alright…I would not be late!!
GOOD MOURNING!!
Twelve o’clock is almost here. It’s been coming at the same time for nearly thirty years…now it’s almost time for my lunch break!!
Oh, how can I let them know,
That my honesty is not a show?.
Oh, day after day after day
Such monotonous redundancy .
Woke up early in the morning just to get a cup of coffee, hoping every thing would be alright…and I’d get laid.
I’d get laid off.
Time to hit the road again. I’m going home to see all of my beautiful friends. My smile’s big and brown!
Thought I was in control and almost home, driving fast only to hit the brakes.
My body struggles to awake, as my airbag starts to deflate.
WAITING TO DISINTEGRATE
Chase me
Hunt me
You can’t catch me anymore
You teach me how to fight
You keep me warm at night
Till I go back into the forest
After all those mealy biscuits
Wait!…am I?
Curse me
Erase me
You won’t catch me anymore
Ya ya-ya ya-ya ya-ya ya, ya ya-ya e-ya-e-ya
WAIT!!
Terminal cancer
Makes you free
The empty answer
Such a joke to me
I am going to be
A very late bloomer
I am going to be
A bumper crop kinda farmer
Never fear
Working for the extras
Right here
In the ruins of Texas, yeah Texas
Slowly going crazy
Living on survival food
Squeezing the rest of my life,
Lacking all embrace,
Out of a Mylar tube
Ya ya-ya ya-ya ya-ya ya, ya ya-ya e-ya-e-ya
Wait…am I?
Wait…am I…
Waiting to disintegrate?
Waiting to disintegrate.
Waiting to disintegrate.
words by Mark Eudy
BLANK SMILE
A complication on the right side of my head
A small incision shortly after I am dead
Manic depression slowly draining from my bed
Still complications on the right side of my head
Your blank smile
My blank smile
Your blank smile
You piss me off, when I am feeling fine.
You knock me down, when I am feeling high.
A complication on the right side of my head
Alcohol will not even begin to kick in
I won’t let depression creep back into my bed
That small incision closed up, because I am not dead.
There’s something that I wanted to say to you,
but it’s something that you wouldn’t do.
(you) said there’s something that you wanted to say to me too,
but it’s something that I wouldn’t do for you.
You wouldn’t know!