1. VOICES IN THE WILDERNESS

The death throes of daylight set the sky ablaze.
Silent pyres are heaped with the bodies of the meek.
A twilight inferno: prelude to utter blackness, the Erlking's Only boon.
In the shadow which offers no relief we explore the caverns of Thought
And pluck stars from the sky, striving.
But armour wrought from rhetoric and axes blunt by willful Ignorance offer no protection
- Only shackles and an early demise.
Excise guilt.
Abolish doubt.
Is there no escape from Ahimsa's snare?
Natures face be stained red by claw and tooth.
But even rusty tools - misshapen and vile - have their uses.
There can be no life for the weak.


2. SOMETHING IN THE WAY (NIRVANA COVER)

Underneath The Bridge
Tarp Has Sprung A Leak
And The Animals I've Trapped
All Become My Pets
And I'm Living Off Of Grass
And The Drippings From The Ceiling
It's Okay Eating Fish
Cause They Don't Have Any Feelings

Something In The Way
Mmmm...
Something In The Way
Yeah, Mmmm...
Something In The Way
Mmmm...
Something In The Way
Yeah, Mmmm...

Something In The Way
Mmmm...
Something In The Way
Yeah, Mmmm...
Something In The Way
Mmmm...
Something In The Way
Yeah, Mmmm...

Underneath The Bridge
Tarp Has Sprung A Leak
And The Animals I've Trapped
All Become My Pets
And I'm Living Off Of Grass
And The Drippings From The Ceiling
It's Okay Eating Fish
Cause They Don't Have Any Feelings

Something In The Way
Mmmm...
Something In The Way
Yeah, Mmmm...
Something In The Way
Mmmm...
Something In The Way
Yeah, Mmmm...

Something In The Way
Mmmm...
Something In The Way
Yeah, Mmmm...
Something In The Way
Mmmm...
Something In The Way
Yeah, Mmmm...


3. SUMMIT REPRISE

(Instrumental)


4. BONNET CARE

Heads shake at self inflicted misfortune.
Hands wrung of responsibility.
Ears covered from the ringing trumpets of fact.
Father created from the black froth swept off the rim of the Cauldron of creation.
We are maggots, and we are worms writhing in the marshes of Refuse.
Flee! Flee!
Sink to hands and knees.
Crawl through the muck, shrunken genitalia beating against Bellies and thighs.
Wretched, disgusting beasts.
That tree which no man knows has been hewn to it's roots and Set ablaze.
Our faces are bleached in its ashes.


5. COLD WORLD (PYGMY LUSH COVER)

It's a cold world to walk alone in.
You need some side to start belonging.
There's always open arms in the war.
The out crowd is laughing at you.
A man with a badge appears, saying, "It's warm. Come Inside."
Kid, you got no real agendas.
All the good you've done been's forgotten.


6. THERE THERE (PYGMY LUSH COVER)

All as if you were alone.
Nobody left you, but you're always not better.
It's unmistakable.
I'm only here for understanding.
You better.
Hey, there there.
You're not the least of us.
Don't look at me like a defect.
I'm just unlearning.
Don't worry.
Hey, there there.
When in the sharpest hole, look for the rope that isn't Burning: start climbing.
There's always open arms in the war.