1. BET THE DEVIL

Never bet the Devil if, you value your head
Many have tried before and all have wound up dead

Listen to this tale of a man who, often said,
“I’ll Bet the Devil my head”
Beaten by his left-handed mother
Who would ever do that to another?
Headlessly for eternity, his body roams,
A troubled soul without a home

Woe to those who think that they can toy and wager thus
Hear this tale of tragedy and cranial-loss

Hear this tale of tragedy and cranial loss
If you listen carefully, you will learn a lesson…

Don’t take lightly, a Devil’s bet, you can’t be sure of, what you might get
Just ask Edgar Allan Poe, he bet the Devil, he would know
Or Daniel Webster, if you approach polite,
And ask of him, you just might
Learn one lesson, that will save your head,
If you bet the Devil, you’ll end up dead

Hear me now and mark my words. It’s a wager you won’t win
If you want to keep your head, then listen to that voice within

Never bet the Devil
He will take you up on it …now…

I once knew a man who fancied
Betting the Devil his head that he could do anything
I often warned him of the peril of these statements
But he’d say it’s just nonsense.
He’d bet the Devil his head he could do this,
He’d bet the Devil his head he could do that
One day the Devil showed up and he lost his head…

Never bet the Devil


2. SHOCK DOCTRINE

We, all, suffer the human condition
Shock Doctrine, a crisis demanding shock and awe
We, must, assemble a new generation
Shock Doctrine, a crisis demanding shock and awe
Our, task, requires purification
Shock Doctrine, a crisis demanding shock and awe
We, won’t, tolerate dissention
A crisis demanding shock and awe
In order to purify society, We require total compliance and piety
Imposing what is best for the masses, Disposing of societal classes

We shall impose, we shall arise, we shall create, a system of lies
We shall renew, our doctrine implies,
That we will transcend, when we arise
They will atone, they will conform, they will repent, they will perform
They will conform, they will comply, or they will die,
Washed away in a storm

We shall create a perfect world, Of like-minded individuals
Enforce through shock and awe
All we need is conformity, To create a Utopia
Enforce through shock and awe
All who oppose we eliminate, For the betterment of society
Enforce through shock and awe
All we need is conformity, To create a Utopia
Enforce through shock and awe

A, new, a new day is dawning
Shock Doctrine, a crisis demanding shock and awe
One where, individuals are withdrawing
Shock Doctrine, a crisis demanding shock and awe
World-wide creative depression
Shock Doctrine, a crisis demanding shock and awe
Fruits born from our Shock Doctrine
This crisis was born from shock and awe


3. DECEIVER

The foul taste of forbidden fruit rots forever on our tongues
Deceiver, tempting serpent, what has our passion wrought?
Forever made to suffer, in exile from the Garden
Bittersweet the taste of fruit, there’s no hope for pardon
Thou hast abandoned your creation to the whims of fancy
While angels and fallen demons vie for the souls of the weak and empty
Innocence lost forever, tempted by the fruit of knowledge
Pleas for mercy go unanswered prayers go unacknowledged

Why? Father!
If you truly are omnipotent then you knew that we would succumb
With this knowledge you condemn us to fall
So tell me who is the true deceiver?

Blissful ignorance, now gone for all eternity
Burdened with the knowledge of death
Condemned by the father of enmity

Take us away on the wings of a prayer,
Deliver us from material bondage and despair
Omnipotent being, the creator of all,
What has thou forsaken your creation to the fall?
Cast out of the Garden, and exposed to a cruel world,
Before a host of lowly swine, you cast your finest pearls

Why hast thou forsaken us? Why hast thou abandoned us? DECIEVER!


4. BLOOD OF THE MARTYR

Flying over wind-swept fields on a day when the world seems insane
See the huddled masses flee as the bullets fall like rain
Cut down, the bodies fall, piled high like bundles of wood
Drowning-out the cries of the dying, will evil triumph over good?

Technological breakthroughs that increase the killing
Keep hands from being soiled by blood
Progress for the sake of destruction
Humanity is dragged through the mud

Marching over conquered lands occupying with tanks and with guns
Imposing foreign concepts, the damage cannot be undone
Blood-soaked sands of the desert the weapons keep getting smarter
Worldwide, violent jihad fueled by the blood of the martyr

Technological breakthroughs that increase the killing
Keep hands from being soiled by blood
Progress for the sake of destruction
Humanity is dragged through the mud
What have we gained? How will we be judged?
New sources of pain, down the path we continue to trudge.

It’s coming to a boiling point

Blood-soaked sands of the desert the weapons keep getting smarter
Worldwide, violent jihad, fueled by the blood of the martyr

Technological breakthroughs that increase the killing
Keep hands from being soiled by blood
Progress for the sake of destruction
Humanity’s dragged through the mud

This is our technological breakthrough…
The global jihad is fueled by the blood of the martyr…


5. MIDNIGHT DREARY

(Instrumental)


6. LENORE

Lenore, the wind whispers your name
Lenore, its echoing in my head
Lenore, I miss you my Lenore

How distinctly I remember, that cold day in December,
When each fires’ dying ember, cast its long shadow on the floor…

As I sat nearly napping, I thought I heard a tapping
Is that someone gently rapping, at my chamber door?
Thinking to put it past me, my mind expanded vastly,
I recovered my sanity lastly, over the loss of my dearest Lenore…

A movement in the sky, seen from the corner of my eye
One black plume is a token, of words left unspoken
She’s gone forevermore, my angel, Lenore

The floodgates of memory open, recalling how my heart was broken,
Surrounded by many a token, the memories crash on my mind’s shore
With each movement of the curtain, my consciousness is less certain,
But of one thing I am certain, I heard whisperings of the name Lenore…

The tempest rages on, on and on towards an unseen destination
From the night’s plutonian shores, reveling in an emancipation
Entering unwelcome, wanton and craven
Silent but for one phrase, harbinger the Raven!

Nevermore, shall I see dear Lenore
I forswore, agonizing on the floor
Days of yore, they’re gone my love forevermore
Dear Lenore, quoth the Raven, nevermore


7. LORD OF THE APOCALYPSE

Trapped, in a world, of pain, and forced to bear witness
Sentenced, for life, for one sin, to bear witness to eternity
Patiently I await the day, I long for the apocalypse
Awaiting the day of Judgment, my day of liberation

Lord of the Apocalypse hear the call,
Destroy humanity once and for all
Annihilate the universe in your fiery breath,
Beat the drum and begin the dance of death

Trapped for song long, now I see mankind’s inhumanity
Grown cold, I’m so numb, it eats away inside of me
Patiently, I await the day, I long for the apocalypse
Released from this mortal coil, I achieve liberation

Om Namaya Shivaya, Tandavaya Nataraja

Witness the awakening, hear the beat of the drum
His left leg raised, he’ll crush ignorance under his thumb
The ring of fire rains down from above
I offer you praise devotion and love
I bask in the glow of the destructive gyrations
The death of the universe is my only liberation
Dance your dance to the beat of the drum
I’ll chant Om Nama Shivaya, till the job is done…


8. NUMB

You don’t want to see
The pain, and the hate and the lies before your eyes;
The suffering, the anguish, the untold misery;
The pain written on the faces of masses;
You prefer to live your life looking through rose-colored glasses.

Traveling through our everyday lives, who sees the tragedy?
Living our lives blind to all the poverty;
Children on the streets; world-wide starvation;
Living on the brink of our own annihilation;
Turning a blind eye to the world’s disposition;
Each day we’re slowly lulled into submission;
Indulging ourselves in life’s temptations;
We’ve become deaf to the world’s lamentations.

You, you have no idea of the thoughts that reside,
That reside deep, deep inside my mind;
If you would open your eyes you would see, then you’d be inclined
To understand my hatred, hatred for mankind

Drowning in a world obsessed with its possessions;
Living in the wealthiest of all nations;
We call out to the heavens to try to find some meaning;
What happened to your God? He isn’t intervening.

Hate, I hate

I hate this world, For all the pain and I hate myself,
I hate you more, For all your lies
What are you gonna do? When the Devil brings the hate out on you?


9. CROSSING THE LINE

Choking in misery, writhing in agony, suffocate slowly as the world dies
Wallow in sorrow, no hope for tomorrow,
Enmeshed in a web created by lies
Born to the grave, no one can be saved,
He realization of death drawing near
Abandon all hope, its the end of the rope,
Soak up the anguish, extinguish your fear

We all cross that line, and death lies on the other side
You’ve crossed the line, and now, it’s your time
Cry out, to the heavens, arms upraised up to the sky
Unanswered prayers ring hollow, suffocate while the masses die

Alone for eternity, world full of enmity,
Retreating within, you’re left all alone
Escape the sorrow, no hope for tomorrow,
Embrace the void, with a heart like a stone
Away from the rest, put death to the test,
Seek out the answers, there’s nothing to find
Consciousness fading, there’s no more debating,
Cast off the chains, cross over the line

Surviving today, unknown tomorrows,
Awash in greed while we’re drowning in sorrow
Abolish the pain, prevail over time,
Embrace forever as you cross over the line

One step over the line, eternal decay, moral decline
One step over the line, embrace the void, poison the mind

Who knows what awaits you, on the other, on the other side of the line?
Consciousness fading as you merge into the eternal cosmos,
Identity and ego are a thing of the past.


10. STARVE THE BEAST

Freedom of the market, to rule the lives we lead
Leaders exploit the system, just to satisfy, to satisfy their fucking greed
How much is enough? Our system is put to the test
Where do the people turn?
Politicians concerned with his re-election treasure chest.

You see the Government as the enemy and so you starved the beast
You’re like foxes guarding the hen-house, or hungry wolves unleashed
And while the beast was starving, you increased your wealth
Next time instead of starving the beast, why don’t you starve yourself?

Freedom of the market, destroying the lives we lead
Leaders have wrecked the system,
Public discourse lacks, lacks fucking civility
Have we had enough? Our patience is put to the test
Where do the people turn?
Hang all the bastards, hang them by their fucking necks

Next time instead of starving the beast why don’t you,
Won’t don’t you starve yourself

You’re a leech on the system, you’re a parasite on society
Next time instead of starving the beast, why don’t you?
Why don’t you starve your self?

Starve, Your, Self, and while you’re dying slowly
Starve, Your, Self, maybe you’ll find humility
Starve, Your, Self, beg us for mercy
Starve, Your, Self, get on down on your knees and
Starve yourself, beg us for mercy
Starve yourself, repent your foolish ways
Starve yourself, beg us for mercy
Starve yourself, get down on your knees

Rise up against the powers that be,
And take back control, of your economic, your economic destiny now!


11. FUNERAL PYRE

Horror, horror-struck faces of the dead
Carved, carved like stone in my head
Twisted, twisted-mouths silently scream
Haunt me, haunt me each night in my dreams

So sickeningly sweet, the smell of death
So thick on your tongue choking your breath
Bear witness to slaughter, bathed deep in gore
The Grim Reaper’s the sole victor in war

See how they burn, bodies piled high on funeral pyres to never return
Stack the bodies, pile them higher, See how they burn
Flames fed by political liars without concern
Stoking the flames, they feed the fires

So sickeningly sweet, the smell of death
So thick on your tongue it chokes your breath
Bear witness to slaughter, bathed deep in gore
The Grim Reaper’s the sole victor in war

Angel of death, the beholder of all
Curse, the flames, as the bodies fall
Fall, into Hell, it’s a Devil-spawned game
To another victim, the Grim Reaper lays claim


12. OCTOBER 7, 1849

(Instrumental)