THE PIST

1. THE FIRST STONE

Open up the book, you can tell me how to live
Open up my mind and you tell me how much should I give
You've got all the answers so don't keep me in suspense
As long as I have faith, then I don't need no common sense

Don't want your illumination
I can see clearly on my own
And I don't need you to judge me
Let those without sin cast the first fucking stone

Don't speak to me of sin when you don't walk in my shoes
I've got my own morals that I'll follow as I choose
To get into heaven, I guess I don't have what it takes
But while you beg for forgiveness, I will learn from my mistakes

Don't want your illumination
I can see clearly on my own
And I don't need you to judge me
Let those without sin cast the first fucking stone

I bow down to no one, I consider myself free
No idols to be worshipped, no commandments command me
And any life is worthless spent in mediocrity
And what I call my freedom you consider heresy

Perhaps I could be wrong, suppose that it's all true
I'll find out on my own, I don't want to hear it from you
You're obsessed with pointing fingers, blind to your hypocrisies
I'd rather burn in hell than be like you down on your knees

Don't want your illumination
I can see clearly on my own
And I don't need you to judge me
Let those without sin cast the first fucking stone
Amen…


2. COMFORTABLE

There's a lot of talk of power about who's controlling who
And the weight of this oppression that is slowly crushing you
So you feel dominated, commandeered and controlled
The weight of this oppression has begun to take it's toll

Now everyone's preoccupied, our production is our worth
Such good little consumers overpopulate the earth
We will thank them when they fuck us, we've learned to smile through the tears
And the weight of our oppression, it increases through the years…

We are our own oppressors
We cling to security
We set our limitations, we can break them just the same
Would you rather be comfortable or free?

Well, we've become distracted as they herd us into line
We worship all the comforts as we while away the time
Idle lives, they dream of freedom, yet they offer no resistance
What worth can be derived, from a contrived existence?

We are our own oppressors
We cling to security
We set our limitations, we can break them just the same
Would you rather be comfortable or free?

Your life is what you make it, not what others try to take
What would you sacrifice when your freedom is at stake?
So fuck them before they fuck us, show your rage through all the tears
Lift the weight of our oppression, throw some sand into their gears…


HALF EMPTY


3. HEY! YOU CAN'T SET ME ON FIRE I'M A GUIDANCE COUNSELOR

4. I'VE GOT YER BUS PASS AND I'M OUT OV HERE

5. PROPERTY