1. MEEK AS A DOVE WISE AS A SERPENT

(Instrumental)


2. ARTISTIC ATROCITIES

I see a future where my thoughts become my dreams
I am a witness to artistic atrocities
I know the boundaries where consciousness resides
I feel the energy of inner piece inside

When I look my eyes deceive
When I think my mind it bleeds
When I talk my words they make no sense at all I take a fall
They never see my view
They never think to choose
What is right and what is wrong
They chose the path that leads to calm

In my opinion ideas come from far away
I’d like to think that my ideas have depth but that’s astray
I know my comprehension is limited at best
And I know my feeble mind is void

Artistic Dreams of young men
Are growing old
We’re to blind to see the path ahead

Thought mind consciousness
Soul heart feelings free
Inner demons waging war
Never meant that much to me

When I look my eyes deceive
When I think my mind it bleeds
When I talk my words they make no sense at all I take a fall
They never see my view
They never think to choose
What is right and what is wrong
They chose the path that leads to calm


3. INTELLECTUAL CLONES

The truth is what someone wants to suppress
They tell us what we need to know
Their talents and their lives are property of the hive
They’re intellectual drones they’re intellectual clones

Imitation, duplication, artificial, replica and fake
Reproduction, emulation, simulation, mimicry and ape

What I see makes it breath
What I see what is it I see
What I think sets it free
What I know what it is I know
Will you follow will you hunt
For what is lost for everything that’s lost
Will you borrow and simulate
What will it take what else can you fake

Behind the scenes we dance to their own tune
They lie creating false reality
They’re tools of wealthy men who pull the strings
Everything else in advertising

They swarm the hive like bees
Injecting their deceit
With blind efficiency
Aroused they hide beneath

A robe of secrecy

What I see makes it breathe
What I see what is it I see
What I think sets it free
What I know what it is I know
Will you follow will you hunt
For what is lost for everything you’ve lost
Will you borrow and simulate
What will it take what else can you fake

Brooding silence
Breeding violence


4. SPIRITUAL MACHINE

Never seen the light
Not sure if I’m ever right
Should I oppose your belief
Should I indulge in your deceit

Holy images Holy innocent
Thoughtless religious imbeciles
They’re spiritual machines

And I free myself
From being someone else
Just another part of the machine

I no longer need you
I’m much stronger than before
And I no longer believe in you
I believe in something more

Pious literature
Demented pages turn
They flutter like leaves blown in the wind
Twisted words remain
The oracle of pain
Housing the message held within
Ideas they shift and flow
Ideas they drift and grow
Morphing with life all their own
A Casual Interest forms
A deeper knowledge swarms
Engulfing caustic global tribe


5. THE DARK ONES KNOW

Element of mind control programming includes satanic cults
Federal governments police and judges too doctors clergy men
Criminal activity fraternal
Secret club dark figures passion play
Members attend Christian churches
On Sunday then wear satanic robes

The king who might have been
The shadow that walks
With practiced grace
Such exquisite agonies

Three faces has the night
Through the stranglehold of truth
Through the stranglehold of truth

A life for a life, divine economy
Pieced together with the glue of assumption
Hidden in the ashes of his burnt out heart
A predatory grin, merciful oblivion
An ambassador from insanity
I see the stranger the boy became
Digested by his past
Of ominous silence, corrupted glee

In abject failure the mind rebels
In silent rapture the mind excels
Subdivisions, subtract divide
In minute detail the mind remolds
In vast dimensions the mind controls
Subdivisions, subtract, divide and multiply

Mind control the cornerstone of ritual abuse
Physical emotional sexual abuse pain and terror
The satanic cult develops robot like behavior
Each alter absorbs some memories of the atrocious abuse
And they program you
And they trigger multiple personalities
And they program you

And they trigger within

In abject failure the mind rebels
In silent rapture the mind excels
Subdivisions, subtract divide
In minute detail the mind remolds
In vast dimensions the mind controls
Subdivisions, subtract, divide and multiply

The dance of light and shade
A pain engendered memory
The skin of secrecy
An insectile obsession
The dark ones know

The shadow that talks with practiced faith
Such exquisite agonies at my limits of suffering

The dance of light and shadow
A pain engendered memory
The skin of secrecy
An insectile obsession
The dark ones know


6. THE BINDING MEMORY

You see that man he stares
At me why does he grin relentlessly
Is he sane what does he see
Or does my mind play dirty tricks on me
Does he think does he breath does he dream about it
Do I dream to deep to wake
Now he points and laughs what does it mean
And now I’m sure that same man follows me

He’s in my head he’s in my mind

Across this room
A crowded space
Two eyes that glare and follow
And watch my every move
They burn with hate and malice
And peer into my soul
In fact they stare right though me
As if I wasn’t there
A transparent mannequin
Translucent and stripped bare

I’ve Never been the victim I’ve never been the prey
Never felt emotion welling never hate never to this day

I can’t sleep insomnia why do I wake incessantly
There’s a car outside my house
And now there’s bright lights shinning down on me
Do I eat do I sleep do I talk about it
Am I sane enough to think
Now they step into my space
And I want to know
Why they target me?

I’ve Never been the victim I’ve never been the prey
Never felt emotion welling never hate never to this day

I’m suspicious of that crowd
Disconnected people strangers pass me by
When I come home things have changed
But they only seem to have moved subtly
Contemplating suicide this binding memory

And I believe he’s in my head
And I believe he’s in my mind
And I believe he’s in my head
And I believe he’s in my memory

Damaged car broken phone
Now I hear a stranger say to me
Do you breath do you sleep do you dream about it
Painted symbols what can they mean
Nervous twitch nervous itch
And it’s all becoming way too much way to much for me


7. STREET CORNER SYMPHONY

It's been so long
Since I was here
I thought I'd let you know
I'm coming home...

Listen to the conversations
Angry words and altercations
Can you here the ambiance surrounding you
Look into the eyes of strangers
Wade through a sea of faces
Never knowing which one will recognise you

I know things will always change
But I never knew it would be so fast
I know things can not remain
But I find it hard to forget the past

Listen to the invitations
Filling veins and fornication
Feel the culture breaking you
Look into the hollow faces
Empty stares and violent nature
Never knowing which one brings
The end for you

I know things will always change
But I never new it would be so fast
I know things can not remain
But I find it hard to forget the past

Can you see it and can you hear it
Feel the beat
Do you know it and can you taste it
Listen to the street corner symphony

Everything changes


8. CHANGING WORLD

Sidewalk creeps staring me down
A lone whore weeps for the life she’s leading now
Violent streets calling me now
Beneath my feet is the blood from some forgotten clown

I’m looking for you, are you looking for me
In this strange new world, I see

Decay is all around me, distorted faces line the side walks
Seems like no way out

Visions of decay fill my every day
Parasites and leeches all the shady creatures
Night is falling streets are swarming
Madness is calling to me

I’m looking for you, are you looking for me
In this strange new world I see

In looking for you I lost my mind
They say, it’s better to leave than to be left behind

I’m not looking for you, I’m looking for me
In this changing world


9. BELIEF INOCULATION

It’s getting crowded here this dome shaped prison cell
Synaptic isolation confine my friends to hell

Of all the things I am a killer is but one of them
Belief inoculation my rampant mortal disease

This sour existence that I lead
It brings me closer to the end I see
Will God accept this hollow shell
Or will he deliver me to hell

I accept his bitter judgment and bow before his grace
I will repent all sins to feel the bars of heavens gate

A cast of thousands lurk within
They wait the handlers call
A coded message...ends it all