1. FOR SHOW

You say you’re sorry about the good old days
The lack of strength and courage, that you were in dismay
Never knowing, prolonged showing disarray
Expression, fashion, the signs that gave away
Those marks shone bright, clearly visible today
Penetrate through, emitted like gamma rays
Hulking me up in radioactive ways
Providing keen vision like birds of prey

Now you know hoe you’re fake for show
Told you so, we are good to go
Hop with the trend, no longer commend
Used to pretend, punk you’re foe in the end

Cheated, lied and stole, had to betray
Faked your way in, contempt you display
Sympathetic look intended to convey
Overplayed your hand and got hell to pay

See right through you and your rodent ways
Circling high up above, forever hold sway
Involved scheme’s over, the costs you defray
Wannabe punk poser, with tears to blink away
Your past caught up, pay up for foul play
The glory’s remote, distant, long since faraway
Never walked the walk, your street’s one-way
Come metal in this battle but you’ll just hit the hay

So now you know, you were fake for show
Never a friend no, always a foe
Every scene you were in you were always a has been
Remission of sin, far too late to begin

Curse what you once called the good old days
When you lacked all and fell for your selfish ways
Here come the debt that you can never repay
Moved yourself in position of valet
Cheated, lied and stole, had to betray
Faked your way in, contempt you display
Sympathetic look intended to convey
Overplayed your hand and got hell to pay


2. EXCUSE TO RECUSE

The year one nine two six
Concrete cement bricks
Reason to excavate
This calcium carbonate
Over one two zero miles
Twenty thousand aisles
Culturally inherited
The truth out-ferreted

Excuse to recuse
Reject and refuse
Treat fair saint-pierre
Stop, care, forswear

Between geer and meuse
Lies authority abuse
Ignorance’s no excuse
Recuse, reject, refuse

No, you want it all
Try to pall, this here’s the curtain call
No, no harm should befall
Mount saint-pierre over the long haul

Mighty montagne saint-pierre
Levelled without a blare
Yesterday’s history
Ruined thirteenth century
Tunnels, inscriptions of old
Knocked cold, secrets untold
Skyline forever gone
Left us with less than lawn

Excuse to recuse
Reject and refuse
Treat fair saint-pierre
Stop, care, forswear

Between geer and meuse
Lies authority abuse
Ignorance’s no excuse
Recuse, reject, refuse

No, you can’t have it all
Pall and make your chimney fuckin’ fall
No, no harm must befall
Mount saint-pierre over the long haul


3. INTERLUDE : RIDE THE TIGER

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4. TIGER BLOOD AND ADONIS DNA

Final judgment of conviction
Cure myself of this addiction
Close my eyes, make it so
I got one gear, go

People aren’t, ready for the message I’m
Delivering, with some sense of violent love
In fact giving, a handbook for living
Turn attention to, page four one seven too
When I’m disturbed, can find no serenity
Accept the fact, I am who I’m supposed to be
It’s in my blood, it’s in my veins
I got, tiger blood and adonis dna

Pick a war with my family
Defeat’s no option, you’d better see
Why pick a fight with a warlock
At best you’ll end up in shell shock

Do not believe, a certain path lies in front of me
That it was written, the weak will get tiger-bitten
You’re a troll, sucked in the black hole
Fools relapse, then get elapsed
I won best, picture at twenty
Wasn’t even trying, you know I ain’t lying cause
It’s in my blood, it’s in my veins
I got, tiger blood and adonis dna

Cbs lick my feet in apology
Do it for the toxicology
If you’re lucky you might get a shot
Of adonis dna and tiger blood

Duh- winning, epic- only the beginning

I did not turn to alcohol and other
Substance, cause I was bored let it bother tiger
In me roared, and I fought
And made it work, struck by a flaming sword
Banged seven gram rocks and finished them
Condemn, hit me in the brain stem
Dealing with fools, and all of these trolls
And still deliver, cause that’s how a winner rolls

Cbs lick my feet in apology
Do it for the toxicology
If you’re lucky you might get a shot
Of adonis dna and tiger blood


5. WHO AM I

Who am I, am I still dreaming
Who am I to you
In this house where i’ve been scheming
Haven’t got a clue
Am I sleeping, am I feeling
Am I just like you
In this house I see no truth
My light shines black on you

I, I fail to recognize
I, I see no truth
In this house of hell, haven’t got a clue
Who, who am I
Who, who are you
In this house of hell, haven’t got a clue

Who am I, am I still screaming
Invocations at you
In this house black spirits teeming
Twisting just for you
Am I living, am I giving
Am I just like you
Who am I but a cold feeling
Shivering down on you

I, I fail to recognize
I, I see no truth
In this house of hell, haven’t got a clue
Who, who am I
Who, who are you
In this house of hell, haven’t got a clue

Why am I in deny, am I breathing
Why am I in deny, am I sheathing
Why am I in deny, am I stealing
Why am I in deny, am I unfeeling
Why am I in deny, am I undead
Why am I in deny, am I the dread
Why am I in deny, hanging by thread
Why am I in deny, am I better off dead

Who am I, ablis or genie
Summoned forth by you
In this house there is no fleeing
Grim soul escaping you
Am I feeding, am I bleeding
My black blood on you
Who am I but dark and evil
In ancient rhyme to you