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Scandal of Particularity
04:02
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yer tellin lies to keep them coming back
so they believe that they are prepped for redemption
it's in yer eyes, the stories hold the truth
that's why yer preaching it with no hesitation
leading the blind with a false sense of purpose
death will always be cold and mirthless
no light will guide you back home
to the city in the sky where the angels roam
it lessens opinions of ones self worth
striving for love but condemned since birth
a lifetime of proving that yer worth his grace
but in death you won't find his warm embrace
it's time to replace yer faith, substitute it with reason
stop taking morals from a book that is largely indecent
pick and choose through the verses the rules which to follow
how come the biggest lies seem so easy to swallow
10 percent has turned this into a business
as part time employees it's yer job to bear witness
christian tv, hospitals and schools
any comment against it is a war on yer views
keep yer god out of the state we aren't led by a cross
clinging on to a faith that's been lost
to the sciences developed, tested and true
denial of facts makes you look like a fool
pray away the sins of a country
send bibles to people malnourished and hungry
can't save yer body, let's save yer soul
bow down and give thanks for the pain you behold
cry but accept it when prayers go unanswered
while he spreads aids, hepatitis and cancer
give thanks when you find strength to work through yer problems
be proud of yerself because you actually solved them
no man looks down from the sky
keeping us safe with a kind watchful eye
omnipotent, but prone to deny
turning his back he will never reply
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Thrall
02:51
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thirty thousand prisoners
now dwindles down to an honest few
signatures signed but the straps have been tied
you'd never choose to be fed through a tube
rights revoked, among them the choice
to sacrifice yerself for those without a voice
twenty three hours locked in a cage
for ten fucking years and you call this humane
what do you call a country that tortures it's citizens
quotas set for arrests and incarceration
i call it a terrorist nation
what isn't wrong about an industry built on suffering
sixty seven percent make the same mistake
but nobody tries to reform the state
can't you see, the people they hurt are no different
than you or me
there are certainly people who only want to harm
some don't wind up in prison
but instead with a badge and a uniform
we are all accessories producing the same things we hate
fostering resentments built on differences between class
and race
it's just the physical embodiment of what you should fear
a civilized reminder that you can't interfere
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Typhoid Mary
02:48
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they're holding you against yer will
isolated and you scream at night
you scream at night that you never did anything wrong
still the bloods on yer hands
you can't plead ignorance
she's down on her knees begging to be free
but she's a walking disease
Mary Mallon
a black shadow follows you
through yer work he extends his hands
Mary Mallon
yer whole life was taken from you
stuck forever on the north island
everybody knows yer name
the most dangerous woman in america has stuck again
now the sympathy you once had is gone
replaced by the blood lust the public feels when
it's been wronged
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Eternal Oblivion
03:57
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i close my eyes and return
to the earth that conceived me
that i never know compromise in
the face of the beast
as my mind is released
back to which everything first
came and to which it will
be reclaimed
wheres the beauty in life when
it's undermined by the so called
great divine
deceive yerself with the grace of god
but you'll still know death because yer
faith is flawed
everyone is a savior in death
transcend into holiness
through the dark you will know the comfort
of finding yer worth as you rot in the dirt
enter in to oblivion knowing well that we
will not rise again
may we never find audience with gods or men
as we meet the end
stand strong in the face of fear
regret not when the end is near
the world is caving in
we'll find our path
far away from heaven
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The Storm
04:41
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Train yer eyes on the fast approaching storm
keep yer head clear, subdue yer fear
and fight for the ones you mourn
there is nothing left of the old world now
winds tear apart and the waves wash away
the work of the sweated brow
try to keep the voices from burning out
stifle creation built on mistake
and docility earned by knout
tear down the borders that fragment the world
erased all disparity with solidarity
our black flag will be unfurled
walk through the inferno flames dance
as they kiss your skin
nothing compares to the violent flares
of the fire that burns within
wavering on convictions human nature isn't set
those that debate that greed is innate
pose to us the greatest threat
this is our war, we have a right to put actions
behind our speech
few men get the chance to declare a stance
and practice the things we preach
so stand up, but aside all the differences that we hold
born into constraints be we'll die without chains
if we just learn to break the mold
try to keep the voices from burning out
stifle creation built on mistake
and docility earned by knout
tear down the borders that fragment the world
erased all disparity with solidarity
our black flag will be unfurled
out of the ashes we rise as we shed our chains
bask in the glory for we achieved victory
free from collapsing veins
lift up yer faces cleansed in the gentle rain
the storm dissipated and left us elated
with only the world to gain
we are the storm ripping yer country apart
purging the structure we are the cure
to indifference in yer heart
we won't be fooled, confusing fever with disease
let spirits be filled as we start to rebuild
in a land without crooks and thieves
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Thayer-ism
05:48
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blind convictions, clouded opinions
a picture painted with some broad stroke decisions
humility gleaned when the shameful smoke clears
and arrogance shed for a life lived in fear
a fine example of justice dismantled
and ravaged by hawks
till it works for the anglo-american policy
bound, gag and jail
we worked so hard to to prosper to let the law
stop our prevail
it might not be publicized
but intolerance trumps reason most all of the time
xenophobic and thirsty for blood
we created a monster that seeks it from us
too many times it gets blown out of proportion
through tacit coercion
we'll start the show once everybody knows their part
not in america, but underneath it
the weight of a country ordained to the weakest
while men so deserving of gods given glory
crusade for the right to exploit the abhorrent
shrug off the pleas for peace
give into empathy
when foreign people speak
don't kick them in the teeth
nationalism is a danger to most
watch it poison the people who
constantly choose to be host
it might not be publicized
but intolerance trumps reason most all of the time
xenophobic and thirsty for blood
we created a monster that seeks it from us
too many times it gets blown out of proportion
through tacit coercion
we'll start the show once everybody knows their part
playing into the madness, fueled by yer ignorance
help the persecuted and the victim
because they will be your better friend
you have a choice use yer voice to proclaim
i won't be used to achieve yer end
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