SIDE A
ORCHID

1. CONSUMED

Mouth wide shut try not to breath
Packaged idiocy, what they want you to be
"I'll eat that shit up with a spoon"
Make it easy. Managable.
Unseen overseer.
Makes it easier to swallow
Spoonful of sugar, bowlfull of shit
They want you weak and stupid
Congratulations
They motherfucked you all


2. A WRITTEN APOLOGY

I can't go home
Tail between my legs
Face to the wind
Face to the wind
Sick of dissapointing
Sick of dissapointments
Nothing's good enough
When nothing's good
I can only say I'm sorry
It all seems so hopeless
No help for the helpless
Tired forever
Tired forever


3. PLEDGE

By the people, for the people
Without and despite us
This money run, patriarchal lie
Should be shattered
One nation under rich white men
I will never put my hand over my heart
And pledge my allegiance to this
I'd fight against you, sooner than for you
Policing the world
When we can't trust our own police
Shirked responsibility at any cost
As long as it's at no cost to you
You owe us
We pay your debts everyday


SIDE B
PIG DESTROYER

4. DELUSIONAL SUPREMACY

Single-file lemmings prepare the mandate in effect. Simply a testament to our gullibility. Each pull of the lever lends credibility to an institution which we can only repaint, never reconstruct. Our perceived power of change divided and spread so thin so as to be rendered ineffective. If the collective voice cannot be heard, then the collective wrath must be felt.


5. ALCATRAZ METAPHORS

While we used long fingernails to carve epitaphs into the floor, you were scratching freedom from concrete living in a world of gamblers and murder victims. I walk these corridors knowing of the net beneath your defiance has become legend within these walls and we sit in our cells and hope you live enough life for the rest of us who did not make it out.


6. TREBLINKA

Late term abortion. Three decades late be sure to empty all ten commandments into his chest for only holy redneck terrorism can usher in the second coming of the coat-hanger.


7. SEVEN AND THIRTEEN

The trivial little things left in your wake are beloved terminally infected limbs. It is not the firing squad but the blindfold that makes us tense. The loss of perfection leaves no cause to persist in searching, leaving me longing for the day that finally smothers all hope.


8. SCOURING THE WRECKAGE

Uncertainty demands attention like a middle child and narrows focus like a bone saw. It is the cocoon from which the truth emerges and once the pattern upon the wings is unveiled it transcends our childish concepts of control and becomes something that simply is. We can only accept it and return to the fray like the soldier whose sweetheart stopped writing.


9. SUICIDE THROUGH DECAY

Seeking to expand the sympathy collection self-esteem should never be parasitic and stagnation should never get comfortable. Anxiously awaiting the answers with refutations at the ready. Marionette of circumstance. You need to see beyond the walls of your petty little diorama.


10. TORQUEMADA

Experimentation as roadblock. Let us halt the goose-stepping of their absurd sexual revolution. Please explain the fascist math equation for converting first person worship to third person lechery and show me the god who is making you stretch our preferences across your moral chopping block, because I would so love to cum in his motherfucking face.


11. FRAILTY IN NUMBERS

Entrenched in a cult where you are assured that two and two is five. Your twisted crosses and perverted religions cannot mask what is simply a holy war of aryan penis envy. Learn to take your pride from the depths and not the surface.