it's an s.o.s sent out telepathically, 
signs of our distress don't allow complacency, 
we need restoration now of our morality and a 
drastic bold reminder of our mortality, 
the rectifying troop is here, 
the ones we have needed all these years to stop 
the heinous wrongdoings and verify our moral 
benevolence as a people, 
operation, operation rescue, 
they're here to right our fall, 
they have heard a troubled call, 
operation, operation rescue, 
you may wonder where they come from, 
but I just wonder why they're here at all, 
life ever-after it's what they're in business for, 
see them brandish the key to their kingdoms door, 
it's persuasive, it's a part of you and me 
but it's not overwhelming as they wish it to be, 
if no one believed in fairy tales 
there would be nothing they could do but fail 
yet everywhere we look someone is trying to reassure our 
moral benevolence as a people, 
operation, operation rescue, 
they're here to right our fall, 
they've heard our troubled call, 
operation, operation rescue, 
you may wonder where they come from, 
but I just wonder what compels them all 
operation, operation rescue 
operation, operation rescue 
randall terry 
you may wonder where they come from 
but I just wonder why they're here at all 

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Punk Rock Song 

let's go 
have you been to the desert? 
have you walked with the dead? 
there's a hundred thousand children being killed for their bread 
and the figures don't lie they speak of human disease 
but we do what we want and we think what we please 
have you lived the experience? 
have you witnessed the plague? 
people making babies sometimes just to escape 
in this land of competition the compassion is gone 
yet we ignore the needy and we keep pushing on 
we keep pushing on 
this is just a punk rock song 
written for the people who can see something's wrong 
like ants in a colony we do our share 
but there's so many other fuckin' insects out there 
and this is just a punk rock song 
have you visited the quagmire? 
have you swam in the shit? 
the party conventions and the real politic 
the faces always different, the rhetoric the same 
but we swallow it, and we see nothing change 
nothing has changed... 
this is just a punk rock song 
written for the people who can see something's wrong 
like workers in a company we do our share 
but there's so many other fuckin' robots out there 
and this is just a punk rock song 
10 million dollars on a losing campaign 
20 million starving and writhing in pain 
big strong people unwilling to give 
small in vision and perspective 
one in five kids below the poverty line 
one population runnin' out of time 
this is just a punk rock song 
written for the people who can see something's wrong 
like ants in a colony we do our share 
but there's so many other fuckin' insects out there 
and this is just a punk rock song 
figures don't lie they speak of human disease 
but we do what we want and we think what we please 
one in five kids below the poverty line 
one mother fucker running out of time 
this is just a punk rock song, this is just a punk rock song 
this is just a punk rock song 

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Tomorrow 

every day we profit so, 
leaning towards the great unknown, 
asking how it pertains to tomorrow 
aim for places we've not been, 
trample paths that go between, 
yesterdays foundations and tomorrow 
it's the way they say it's got to be, 
we spear ahead and forge our destiny, 
who do the represent? who do you believe? 
make a sound decision for others to heed 
try to set a faster pace, try to build a master race, 
one that will make a contribution to tomorrow 
it's the way they say it's got to be, 
we put aside our fears and make history, 
the clothes are in the dryer and the writing is on the wall 
we're doing everything we can stop this fall 
everyday we profit so, leaning towards the great unknown 

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A Walk 

I'm going for a walk, not the after dinner kind 
I'm gonna use my hands, and I'm gonna use my mind 
and who the hell are you to tell me what to do? 
you can't even tie your own fucking shoes 
your closet is a mess, and your backyard's falling down 
and I have no grand ideas or intentions of sticking around 
so I'm going for a walk, not the after dinner kind 
I'm gonna use my hands and I'm gonna use my mind 
and I'm gonna build a world independent and exempt 
all alone I'll be an empire with no mortgage and no rent 
and I don't need to live in your fucked up zoo 
you can't even feed the animals donated to you 
your storage sheds are ramshackled, flies decorate the walls 
and you expect me to die here in this shit-filled tiny stall? 
I'm going for a walk 
and I know you're watching! everything I do 
call me threat to your children call me socially unglued 
call me master of insanity, unable to relate 
call me lazy, bane, and filthy 
call me monstrous reprobate 
I'm going for a walk and there's nothing you can do 
cause I don't have to live like you 
I'm going for a walk, I'm going for a walk 
going for a walk, I'm going for a walk 
going for a walk, going for a walk 
going for a walk, I'm going for a walk 
I'm going for a walk, I'm going for a walk 
thank you 

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God Song 

this is one of 'em from a few years back 
this one's called god song 
and did those feet in ancient times 
trod america's pastures of green? 
and did that anthropocentric god wane 
with their thoughts and beliefs all unseen? 
I don't think so, 
he's up there with the others laying low, 
vying with those who you've traded 
your life to bless your soul, 
and have they told you how to think, 
cleansed your mind of sepsis and autonomy? 
or have you escaped scrutiny, 
and regaled yourself with depravity? 
now we all see, "religion is just synthetic 
frippery, unnecessary in our expanding 
global culture efficiency 
and don't you fear this impasse 
we have built to our future? 
ever so near, ever so near 
and oh so austere 

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Pity The Dead 

this tunes called pity the dead 
let's go 
there's a boy in crimson rags with a grimace and a spoon, 
and a little sullen girl face-up staring at the moon 
and there's no one around to hear their lonesome cries 
so they pass away alone into the night 
why do we pity the dead? 
are you churned by emotion from the voices in your head? 
look at all the living and you'll ask yourself why 
oh why do we pity the dead? 
well, you've seen the disease, suffering and decay, 
and you whisper to yourself blissfully "it's okay" 
you still refuse the possibility that the dead are better off than we 
why do we pity the dead? 
are you scared of the logic that swirls within your head 
look at all the living and you'll ask yourself why 
oh why do we pity the dead? pity the dead! 
tell me what you see, tell me what you know 
is there anyone who lives a painless life? 
if there is show me so 
the destitute and famished, demonic and the 
banished, dejected and the ostracised, the 
brainwashed and the paralysed, the conquered 
and objectified, the few who see the other side 
tell me what you see! It's a mortal wretched cacophony 
let's go 
in the end you may find there's no guiding subtle light, 
no ancestors or friends, no judge of wrong or right 
just eternal silence and dormancy 
and a final everlasting peace 
why do we pity the dead? 
are you churned by emotion from the voices in your head? 
look at all the living and you'll ask yourself why 
oh why do we pity the dead? 
why do we pity the dead! why do we pity the dead! 

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1000 More Fools 

I heard them say that the meek shall reign on earth, 
phantasmal myriads of sane bucolic birth, 
I've seen the rapture in a starving baby's eyes, 
inchoate beatitude, the lord of the flies, 
and what does it mean when your mind starts to stray? 
kaleidoscopic images of love on the way, 
brother you'd better get down on your arse and pay, 
1000 more fools are being born 
every fuckin' day, 
they try to tell me that the lamb is on the way, 
with microwave transmissions they bombard us every day, 
the masses are obsequious, contented in their sleep, 
the vortex of their minds ensconced within 
the murky deep 
and what does it mean when your mind starts to stray? 
kaleidoscopic images of love on the way, 
all of you'd better get down on your arse and pay, 
1000 more fools are being born every fuckin' day 

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Drunk Sincerity 

thank you bob 
here's a tune called drunk sincerity 
let's go 
the smell of virgin pages wafted through the swinging doors 
and the croaking speech he'd heard from countless counsellors before 
they said "we all care for you, we know how you suffer 
but I know you can succeed, I used to have it so much rougher 
there's hope in the words and emotion in the eyes 
it's so easy to be misled by the savvy gentle guise 
and like fools we trust the delivery 
but it's all just drunk sincerity, it's all just drunk sincerity 
in maternal family assembly poised regarding the blue tube 
the numbers crept up higher and the hawks stayed out of view 
then the generals said "we don't want our boys dead 
your sons and your husbands will be coming back heroes soon" 
there's hope in the words and emotion in the eyes 
it's so easy to be misled by the savvy gentle guise 
and like fools we trust the delivery 
but it's all just drunk sincerity 
with steam, heat, and rhythm in the back seat of the car 
and adolescent perspective projecting life's forecast to the stars 
you heard love from the lips and you were rapt by the hips 
and the promise was eternal but you couldn't see that far 
there's hope in the words and emotion in my eyes 
it's so easy to be misled by the savvy gentle guise 
and like fools we trust the delivery 
but it's all just drunk sincerity, it's all just drunk sincerity 
it's all just drunk sincerity and it's all just drunk sincerity 

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Generator 

from the beginning of generator 
like a rock, like a planet, 
like a fucking atom bomb, 
I'll remain unperturbed by the joy and the madness 
that I encounter everywhere I turn, 
I've seen it all before, 
in books and magazines, 
I think I started you on the wrong key I'm sorry about that 
like a twitch before dying, 
like a pornographic sea, 
there's a flower behind the window, 
there's an ugly laughing man, he's standing right beside me 
like a hummingbird in silence, 
like the blood on my door, it's the generator 
oh yeah, oh yeah, like the blood on my door, 
wash me clean and I will run until I reach the shore, 
I've known it all along like the bone under my skin, 
like actors in a photograph, like paper in the wind, 
there's a hammer by the window, there's a knife on the floor, 
like turbines in darkness, like the blood on my door, 
it's the generator 
oh yeah, oh yeah, like the blood on my door, 
wash me clean and I will run until I reach the shore, shore, shore 

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Change Of Ideas 

well the sheaves have all been brought, 
but the fields have washed away, 
and the palaces now stand where the coffins all were laid, 
and the times we see ahead we must glaze with rosy hues 
for we don't wish to admit what it is we have to lose 
millennia in coming, the modern age is here, 
it sanctifies the future yet renders us with fear, 
so many theories, so many prophecies, 
what we do need is a change of ideas, 
when we are scared, we can hide in our reveries, 
but what we need is a change of ideas,
change of ideas, change of ideas, 
what we need now is a change of ideas 

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Portrait Of Authority 

portrait of authority 
let's go 
nothing more, nothing less, 
in icon on the wall decoration and duress, 
that we stand and strive to be, it's the marble statue standing over me, 
and nobody has the will to tear it down, it determines wrong and right, 
but to me it's just a stereotype and it makes us lose our sight 
the portrait of authority, portrait of authority 
you tell me that's what I'm supposed to be portrait of authority 
you tell me that's what I'm supposed to be 
another time, another man, an oppressive intrusion 
and a plague across his land, and it haunts him every day, 
it tells him that he has no chance his hopes just fade away, 
and he lives his life prepared to tear it down, 
but he can't muster the support, and to him it's just a stereotype 
of his life-long fight 
the portrait of authority, portrait of authority 
it embodies what he cannot be 
portrait of authority it's what he cannot be 
the portrait of authority, portrait of authority, portrait of authority 

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What It Is 

there's a purpose, and there's a goal, 
there's a virtuos, and immoral, 
there's a reason for all of this, 
but I don't know what it is 
I am one, and plural too, 
I accept them but they exclude, 
I could make sense of all of this, 
but I don't know what it is 
the seeds of inspiration never germinated in my mind, 
the beacon of awakening is somewhere that I can't find, so 
I don't know what it is 
there's a beginning, and there's an end, 
there's a climax, some would contend, 
there's a way to signify this, 
but I don't know what it is 
the seeds of inspiration never germinated in my mind, 
the beacon of awakening is somewhere that I can't find, so 
I don't know what it is show something good 
I don't know what it is 

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Dream Of Unity 

I had a dream of unity 
where we would walk side by side 
but today I see that it's only me 
just tryin' to get by 
sometimes we strive undeterred 
to walk as one toward our goals 
but as people stray toward more selfish ways 
we see we have no control 
I had a dream of unity 
where we would walk side by side 
but today I see that it's only me 
just tryin' to get by 
just tryin' to get by 

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Sanity 

there's a watch in my pocket and its hands are broken, 
the face is blank but the gears are turning, 
confusion is a fundamental state of mind, 
it doesn't really matter what I'm figuring out, 
I'm guaranteed to wind up in a state of doubt, 
and sanity is a full-time job, 
in a world that is always changing, 
and sanity is a state of mind that you believe in, 
sanity 
there's a shadow on the wall where the paint is peeling, 
my body's moving forward but my mind is reeling, 
depression is a fundamental state of being, 
it never really matters how my day has turned out, 
I always end up living in this world of doubt 
and sanity it's a full-time job in a world that is always changing 
and sanity can make you strong and you believe in sanity 
yes sanity is a full time job in a world that is always changing 
and sanity can make you strong and you believe in sanity 

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American Jesus 

here's a tune from across the pond 
it's called american jesus 
I don't need to be a global citizen, because I'm blessed by nationality, 
I'm a member of a growing populace, we enforced our popularity 
there are things that seem to pull us under 
and there are things that drag us down, 
but there's a power and a vital presence that's lurking all around 
we've got the american jesus see him on the interstate, 
we've got the american jesus he helped build the president's estate 
I feel sorry for the earth's population 
cause so few live in the u.s.a, 
at least the foreigners can copy our morality, 
they can visit but you cannot stay, 
only precious few can garner our prosperity, 
it makes us walk with renewed confidence, 
we've got a place to go when we die 
and the architect resides right here 
we've got the american jesus 
we've got the american jesus overwhelming millions every day 
he's the farmer barren fields, the force the army wields, 
the expression in the faces of the starving children, 
the power of the man, he's the fuel that drives the clan, 
he's the motive and the conscience of the murderer 
he's the preacher on tv, the false sincerity, 
the form letters that written by the big computers, 
he's the nuclear bombs, and the kids with no moms 
and I'm fearful that he's inside me 
we've got the american jesus see him on the interstate 
we've got the american jesus exercising his authority 
we've got the american jesus 
we've got the american jesus let's go 
one nation under god, one nation under god 
one nation under god, one nation under god 
one nation under god, one nation under god 

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Do What You Want 

off an album we did a while ago called suffer 
this one's called do what you want 
do what you want 
hey, do what you want, but don't do it around me 
idleness and dissipation breed apathy, 
I sit on my ass all god damn day 
a misanthropic anthropoid with nothing to, 
say what you must, do all you can, 
break all the fucking rules 
and go to hell with superman 
and die like a champion 
hey, I don't know if the billions will survive, 
but I'll believe in god when one and one are five 
my moniker is man and I'm rotten to the core 
I'll tear down the building just to pass thru the door 
so do what you want, do all you can, 
break all the fucking rules 
and go to hell with superman 
and die like a champion 

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Part III 

it's a tune on there called part three 
the final page is written in the books of history, 
as man unleashed his deadly bombs and sent troops overseas 
to fight a war which can't be won and kills the human race, 
a show of greed and ignorance, man's quest for dominance 
they say when a mistake is made, a lesson has been learnt 
but this time, there's no second chance, the hate engulfs the world 
a million lives are lost each day, a city slowly burns, 
a mother holds her dying child, but no one is concerned! 
they say when a mistake is made, a lesson has been learnt 
but this time, there's no second chance, the hate engulfs the world 
a million lives are lost each day, a city slowly burns, 
a mother holds her dying child, but no one is concerned! 

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Ten In 2010 

parched, cracked mouths, empty swollen gut 
sun-baked pavement encroaches on us 
haves and have-nots together at last 
brutally engaged in mortal combat 
10 in 2010, 10 in 2010 
what kind of God orchestrates such a thing? 
10 in 2010, 10 in 2010 
ten billion people all suffering 
10 in 2010, 10 in 2010 
truth is not an issue just hungry mouths to feed 
10 in 2010, 10 in 2010 
forget what you want, scrounge the things you need 
10 in 2010, 10 in 2010 10 in 2010, 10 in 2010 
oh yeah 
happy and content it can't happen to you 
10 in 2010 
fifteen years we'll think of a solution 
it won't just appear in one day 
10 in 2010, 10 in 2010 
for ten in twenty-ten we're well on our way 
10 in 2010 10 in 2010, 10 in 2010 
like piercing ear darts, I heard the news today 
10 billion people coming your way 
10 in 20, 10 in 20, 10 in 2010 

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No Direction 

this song is called no direction 
a sullen figure walked along a dusty road, 
his life was holy and he couldn't bear the load, 
he left his people and a simple life behind, 
he raised his torso as he looked to the sky, 
shouting his questions, looking for directions, 
"what do I know now?" 
now a confused schoolgirl stares at the t.v. tray, 
the stresses of maturing compound every day, 
she glances up to see her favourite video, 
and gets ideas from madonna's nasty clothes, 
in need of affection, she craves a direction, 
her heroes offer her, 
everyone's looking for something, 
and they assume somebody else knows what it is, 
no one can live without the decisions of their own, 
it seems so they look to someone else, 
to tell them what to do, tell'em what to wear, 
tell'em what to say, tell'em how to act and think 
and compel others compulsively until the world is all like them 
a righteous student came and asked me to reflect, 
he judged my lifestyle was politically incorrect, 
I don't believe in self important folks who preach, 
no bad religion song can make your life complete, 
prepare for rejection, you'll get no direction from me, 
you'll get no direction from me you'll get no direction from me 

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Along The Way 

I refuse to abuse what is kind to the muse, 
but it's there and it's happening to me along the way 
as we go through the snow, we cannot forget our foes, 
but the dinner's always waiting at the table 'long the way, yeah 
what you see, not for me, isn't what you planned to be, 
but you'll have what you wanted in the end along the way 
and we'll try as we cry and our brothers pass us by, 
to be strong through the ages of our tears along the way, yeah 
now we grow as we show that the morals we must know 
will be shapen and mistaken by the falls along the way 
but forget, don't regret, to find love and happiness 
unless you're willing to be strong when they're all gone along the way 
like tommy, you are free but you will not follow me, 
until we see each other once more on the path along the way 

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Recipe For Hate 

can't you feel it, can't you see it the promise of prosperity, 
it's overwhelming you and me it afflicts us like a disease, 
ubiquitous compelling too we cling to you like crazy glue, 
and inject such a potent seed it's best for all humanity, 
the spread of culture, the sword of progress, 
the vector of suffrage a warm and septic breeze, 
the pomp and elation, the duty and vocation, 
the blood of the hybrid it's just a recipe 
re-living our ancestry the frightful lack of harmony, 
our fore-fathers who led the way, 
their victims are still here today, 
now it's time to erase the story of our bogus fate, 
our history as it's portrayed it's just a recipe for hate 
a recipe for hate 
the spread of culture, the sword of progress, 
the vector of suffrage a warm and 
septic breeze, the pomp and elation, 
the duty and vocation, the blood of the hybrid 
it's just a recipe 
hate 

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Fuck Armageddon... This Is Hell 

there's people out there that say I'm no good, 
cause I don't believe the things that I should, 
and when the final conflict comes, I'll be so sorry I did wrong, 
and hope and pray that our lord god will think I'm good 
countries manufacture bombs and guns 
to kill your brother for something that he hasn't even done 
smog is ruining my lungs, but they aren't sorry they've done wrong, 
they hide behind their lies that they're helping everyone 
in the end the good will go to heaven up above, 
the bad will perish in the depths of hell 
how can hell be any worse when life's alone a fucking curse? 
fuck armageddon, this is hell, 
fuck armageddon, this is hell 
fuck armageddon, it's hell 
we're living in the denouement of the battle's gripping awe, 
so what's the use of being good to satisfy them all? 
how could hell be any worse? 
life alone is such a curse! 
fuck armageddon, this is hell 
fuck armageddon, this is hell 
can't you see fuck armageddon, this is hell 
fuck armageddon, this is hell 
fuck armageddon, this is hell 

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It's Reciprocal 

harding terms of earthly discontent 
a truism a grind all it's own 
morning makes you know your in a cell 
but love is just as pure as you both because 
it's reciprocal, it's reciprocal 
it's reciprocal, it's reciprocal 
when true love is metaphysical 
the notes as we learn to be set 
you and me we got a special thing 
but I want you to never forget 
it's reciprocal, it's reciprocal 
it's reciprocal, it's reciprocal 
ech bedtime I stir with regret guilty and vain 
hoping for retribution 
charity's immune from my demands 
I don't expect a thing from the weak 
but you my love are measured and compared 
predisposed to my profane decree 
it's reciprocal, it's reciprocal 
it's reciprocal, it's reciprocal 
ready, set, go 

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Struck A Nerve 

there's an old man on a city bus holding a candy cane, 
and it isn't even christmas, he sees a note in the obituary that 
his last friend has died, there's an infant clinging to 
his overweight mother as they go to shop for cigarettes, 
and she spends her last dollar on a bottle of vodka for tonight 
and I guess it struck a nerve, like I had to squint my eyes, 
you can never get out of the line of sight, 
like a barren winter day, or a patch of unburned green, 
like a tragic real dream, I guess it struck a nerve 
every day I wander in negative disposition, 
as I'm bombarded by superlatives, 
realising very well that I am not alone, 
introverted I look to tomorrow for salvation, 
but I'm thinking altruistically, 
and a wave of overwhelming doubt 
turns me to stone 
cause I guess it struck a nerve, sent a murmur through my heart, 
we just haven't got time to crack the maze, 
like a magic speeding clock, or a cancer in our cells, 
a collision in the dark, I guess it struck a nerve 
I try to close my eyes, but I cannot ignore the stimuli, 
if there's a purpose for us all it's a secret to me, 
don't ask me to justify my life 
and I guess it struck a nerve, like I had to squint my eyes, 
you can never get out of the line of sight, 
like a magic speeding clock, or a cancer in our cells, 
a collision in the dark, I guess it struck a nerve 

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Leave Mine To Me 

there are desperate times upon us, there are codes of white and black, 
political resentment and people start to crack, 
there's hate and opposition, 
there's fumbling dialogue, yet you want to sit there and judge me 
and you think it makes a difference 
if you think I'm all alone you are so fucked up and wrong, 
there's an entire army who blindly follow along, 
and you happen to be one of them believe it or not, 
even though you try not to be we are of the same plague 
the other ways we're taught to fear, 
don't even scratch the surface of the problem here, 
I'm not blind, and I'm not scared, 
so many crucial factors exist out there, 
and we're but one, and they're but two, 
and how we come to terms will help us pull through 
things cannot change too fast, 
it took us this much time, 
to reach our current platform and walk this fragile line, 
if I thought I'd make a difference I'd kill myself today, 
but so many are like me lost in the fray 
you create your own reality, 
but leave mine to me, leave mine to me 
leave mine to me, leave mine to me 
thank you 

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Tested 

yeah 
they say there's a place free of trouble and care 
and you have to pass a test for to make it there 
it has something to do with the road that's straight and narrow 
and the only way to go it is by being being right and thorough 
there's always one more hill to climb 
there's always one more hill to climb 
bombarded by multiple choices twenty four to seven 
navigating a tangled web of logic and passion 
guided by subconscious voices askewed and sharpened 
tested, tested 
often times we wonder what we're supposed to do 
stand and deliver or see the conflict through 
and as we long or proceed to build our castles in the sky 
our plans get confounded and determination dies 
there's no preparation and no guide 
just what you've done before here with your life 
bombarded by multiple choices twenty four to seven 
navigating a tangled web of logic and passion 
guided by subconscious voices askewed and sharpened 
tested, tested, oh oh oh 
acting on will, the test is a reaction 
opening your heart, the test is the emotion 
rolling the dice, the test is the agility 
burning out your mind, the test is the recovery 
watch-o 
you can play by the rules or bend them to your needs 
but the test isn't over til you reach your dark eternal sleep 
there are no absolutes, no big wheels in the sky 
you don't have to be first just gotta somehow get by 
yeah bombarded by multiple choices twenty four to seven 
navigating a tangled web of logic and passion 
guided by subconscious voices askewed and sharpened 
tested, tested 

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No Control 

thank you we have the last song 
this one's called no control 
let's go 
culture was the seed of proliferation 
but it has gotten melded into an inharmonic whole, 
into an inharmonic whole, 
consciousness has plagued us and we can not shake it, 
though we think we're in control though we think we're in control 
questions that besiege us in life are testament of our helplessness, 
there's no vestige of a beginning, no prospect of an end 
when we all disintegrate it will all happen again, 
time is so rock solid in the minds of the hoards 
but they can't explain why it should slip away, 
explain why it should slip away, 
history and future are the comforts of our 
curiosity but here we are rooted in the present day 
rooted in the present day 
questions that besiege us in life are testament of our helplessness, 
there's no vestige of a beginning, no prospect of an end 
when we all disintegrate it will all happen again, 
if you came to conquer you'll be king for a day, 
but you too will deteriorate and quickly fade away, 
and believe these words you hear 
when you think your path is clear... 
we have no control, we have no control 
we have no control, we do not understand 
you have no control, you are not in command 
we have no control, you have no control 
no control, no control, no control, no control 
thanks a lot we'll see you next time 

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