Civil Disobedience

CIVIL DISOBEDIENCE - Political Prisoners

POLITICAL PRISONERS INTRO

Everyday hundreds of thousands of people die — thrown out in the cold — starving. Their only crime: being too poor. Meanwhile, the police continue to beat us mercilessly to uphold the state that solely exists to crush our free spirit. They break us down like ants and roaches. They take what's ours and make it theirs. We do all the work, they take all the money. It's time we stand up and take back what belongs to us! They've done this for thousands of years, and it's time. We can't take it anymore, we want what's ours, what belongs to us. We're tired of our oppression, our suffering and our pain. Take it all back, what belongs to you, NOW!

Music: Boyle/Goodreau/Schmidt/Schmitzer/Trinklien — Words: Goodreau, Intro: Schmidt, 1992.

PROLETARIAT

Twisted and perverse grind the wheels of this machine. Powered by mass legions of subservients, forever kicked and maimed. Freedom here is the right to serve or starve, but still you stay stranded in someone else's grey dream...

Preaching senseless slogans.

Living to advocate the wrong...

Caressing the aristocratic assholes

of the power monger and his throng.

"We cordially invite you to sell yourself to corporate America. We see you with a future in the field of mindless slavery. One way or another we will work you into our lifeless framework. One way or another we will work you into our oppressive structure."

Preaching senseless slogans.

Living to advocate the wrong...

Caressing the aristocratic assholes

of the power monger and his throng.

Your promising capitalist propaganda won't run my mind. Needless materialisms won't make me ignore the unbelievable strife. And I won't slave endlessly for your inhuman establishments. No I won't need for your system! No I won't bleed for your system! I'm a forever animal. Never terminal machine. I'm a forever animal. Never terminal fucking machine!

We won't live a life of dismal slavery to uphold someone else's throne. So fuck the filthy power monger! And fuck his mindless throng!

Music: Boyle/Goodreau/Schmidt/Schmitzer/Trinklein — Lyrics: Boyle, Original song structure: Schmidt, 1991.

SELECTIVE SERVICES

"The president might not get re-elected and state productivity is low. You must protect my overabundance, grab your gun and go. Only first class to war-ridden regions would we have you fly. Remember youthful citizens are privileged enough to die."

NO! NO-NO-NO-NO-NO!

NO ONE HAS THE RIGHT TO PUT A PRICE ON MY LIFE!

"It's always a good show of respect to report and sign. So make haste. Civilian sacrifice to help heal economic strain, a definite sign of good taste. There's a threat to our worldwide manifest destiny and it's time to prove your worth. So join our fascist fighting regimes and help us police the Earth!"

NO! NO-NO-NO-NO-NO!

NO ONE HAS THE RIGHT TO PUT A PRICE ON MY LIFE!

"Let's show those third world nation shits who's got the upper hand. Good ole conventional warfare, it's back by popular demand. It's up to America to administer the necessary disregard for all life. Success assured by our violent exploits, make our sterile hell thrive."

NO! NO-NO-NO-NO-NO!

NO ONE HAS THE RIGHT TO PUT A PRICE ON MY LIFE!

NO ONE HAS THE RIGHT TO RAPE THE FREEDOM OF MY EYES!

Music: Boyle/Goodreau/Schmidt/Schmitzer/Trinklein — Lyrics: Boyle, Original song structure: Schmidt, 1991.

PUPPETS OF DEMOCRACY

Presidents and politics are bought like stocks, you see? Security and nobility have a hefty price on their heads. These purchased, fanatical fascists on strings exist, to sustain meaningless makeshift freedom for the rich.

THEY'RE PUPPETS OF DEMOCRACY!

THEY WORK FOR BIG BUSINESS NOT YOU OR ME!

PUPPETS OF DEMOCRACY!

THEY WORK FOR BIG BUSINESS NOT YOU OR ME!

Will of the people? That's the biggest joke I've heard. Politics to serve the common man? That's absurd. Vote? The right to choose who lied to you best. Democracy? It's just another excuse to lead and oppress.

THEY'RE PUPPETS OF DEMOCRACY!

THEY WORK FOR BIG BUSINESS NOT YOU OR ME!

PUPPETS OF DEMOCRACY!

THEY WORK FOR BIG BUSINESS NOT YOU OR ME!

-Repeat chorus-

Music: Boyle/Goodreau/Schmidt/Schmitzer/Trinklein — Lyrics: Boyle, Original song structure: Schmidt/Trinklein, 1990.

ANIMAL CONTROL

"His last breaths are seeping away in agony, so his criminal intent is surely long gone. We had to uphold the unquestionable policies, we shot him down, he was still squirming... even after we had broken the lot of his bones."

Sighed the young lieutenant once raging and riled, his eyes still darting and crazed. He had to rid himself of that one unruly ghetto youth in a manner that seemed fashionably policable.

"So I admit it's an undeniable invigoration to see the fear stricken face of some rioter gone wild. Before I pummel him with my truncheon and knock out all his teeth. Beat them into the ground and show them what paying the price for being too human means."

Without a second's hesitation riot squads advance. All unauthorized controversy must be immediately suppressed. So hundreds of hefty goons beat unarmed crowds into submission or non-existence!

They're waging a third world war and they wouldn't hesitate to bring it to your front door. Bulletproofing and shields, lead pipes and artillery, grenades, gases, plastic bullets. Shoving their sinister solution right down your fucking throat! Attempting to lay waste to your state of sanity, and waging a war on your free spirit.

Sighed the young lieutenant once raging and riled, his eyes still darting and crazed. He had to rid himself of that one unruly ghetto youth in a manner that seemed fashionably policable.

Music: Boyle/Goodreau/Schmidt/Schmitzer/Stone/Trinklein — Lyrics: Boyle, Original song structure: Schmidt, 1992.

FUCK THE WILL OF GODS

I'm not what you'd call agnostic, and I'm not what you'd call Christ. Some subject to persuasion, and others through the fist. So what's good in the system? Well go ahead and try me! I know about my demands and they don't exist to serve me.

SO FUCK THE WILL OF GODS!

AND SYSTEMATIC BULLSHIT!

I'M JUST TRYING TO SURVIVE

AND I DON'T NEED YOUR SHIT!

I'm a victim of forced anger, forced anger for it all. I've fought the rules and regulations. I've scaled the fascist walls. So what's good in the system? Well go ahead and try me! I know about my demands and they don't exist to serve me.

SO FUCK THE WILL OF GODS!

AND SYSTEMATIC BULLSHIT!

I'M JUST TRYING TO SURVIVE

AND I DON'T NEED YOUR SHIT!

I DON'T NEED IT! WE DON'T NEED IT!

NO ONE NEEDS YOUR SHIT! NO!

*First line in the second verse inspired by, and homage to, the legendary and highly influential Detroit Hardcore band Forced Anger.

Music: Boyle/Goodreau/Schmidt/Schmitzer/Trinklein — Lyrics: Boyle, Original song structure: Schmidt, 1990.

AUTONOMY

I was taught to fear what I truly am. Not to run free as the animal I've always been, but to crawl aimlessly along with the rest of man. I was told I should graciously kneel before the institutions that would cloud my mind. They told me to humbly accept all given orders and someday I'd be privileged enough to teach others to obey. And I said NO...

AUTONOMY, AUTONOMY, AUTONOMY!

That's right for me!

AUTONOMY, AUTONOMY, AUTONOMY!

That's what we need!

AUTONOMY, AUTONOMY, AUTONOMY!

That's right for me!

AUTONOMY, AUTONOMY, AUTONOMY!

I'll never submit to your filthy ludicrous systems. What we will need to know will come from within. We can create our own basis for wrong and right. Let's free our minds, to free ourselves, and fight, fight, fight! Remove the restrictions placed on our minds. Look within yourself and I know that you'll find, the self-motivation to move onward and upward. The inner feeling that what you're doing is right.

-Repeat chorus-

What we need is no state. It's time for all of us to breathe free. Bring down this fucking network of hate and discover what living can truly be. What we need is no war, a human race united together now. Congregate as one blood, no more fallacies to divide or bring us down!

-Repeat chorus-

Music: Boyle/Goodreau/Schmidt/Schmitzer/Trinklein — Lyrics: Boyle/Goodreau, Original song structure: Goodreau, 1991.

RESIST WHAT YOU'RE TAUGHT, REFUSE TO BE BOUGHT!

"NO never deception, it's legitimate protection. Everyone needs the proper mental saturation and irrigation of our moral developments! So we flood their minds with our overbearing righteousness and oppressive social standards."

The system that torments me is not a system made of law. The system is an exploitation of our human flaws. We've been taught as, we've been told as, we've been bred and flocked. So stand up all together tell your shepherds to get fucked!

RESIST WHAT YOU'RE TAUGHT!

REFUSE TO BE BOUGHT!

NOTHING CAN SUPPRESS YOUR INDIVIDUAL THOUGHT!

-Repeat all-

Music: Boyle/Goodreau/Schmidt/Schmitzer/Stone/Trinklein — Lyrics: Boyle/Schmidt, Original song structure: Boyle/Schmidt, 1992.

MORRISSEY

I am a manic depressive and I am a celibate. So sad and alone and I don't know why. Slash my wrists possibly!

'Cause I wanna be, MORRISSEY!

Celibacy for the UK, it's coming sometime maybe. There are many ways to be sad and in want. My suicide attempts to all I flaunt!

'Cause I wanna be, MORRISSEY! 'Cause I wanna be, MORRISSEY!

*The only joke/parody song we actually recorded, although there were others. This song was meant as a jab at some of the commercially driven "underground music" trends of the late 1980's and early 1990's, and the ridiculous hero worship some of those trends inspired.

Music: Boyle/Goodreau/Schmidt/Schmitzer/Stone/Trinklein — Lyrics: Boyle, Song structure: adapted from "Anarchy in the UK" by The Sex Pistols (1976), 1991.

TV SCREEN

A slave in your own living room when your mind has been chained. By the omniscient air waves of control, in hopes of being entertained. The big man's favorite toy, mass media's little bundle of joy. So live the instructional moral fantasy, just stay put in your seat.

Every time you don't touch that dial...

You're living in someone else's lie!

The ever laughing background that never seems to falter. A thousand happy neighbors that you've never known, help to keep you gleefully ignorant. In the rigid, oppressive routine that you've always known.

Every time you don't touch that dial...

You're living in someone else's lie!

A slave in your own living room when your mind has been tamed. By the omniscient air waves of control, in hopes of being entertained. No need to take a closer look at the paradigms which manipulate your every move, when plastic perfect happiness is beamed into your living room.

Every time you don't touch that dial...

You're living in someone else's lie!

Music: Boyle/Goodreau/Schmidt/Schmitzer/Trinklein — Lyrics: Boyle, Original song structure: Schmidt, 1991.

PRESSURE

Take me away to where the sky is always blue and the grass is always green. Where the liars and hypocrites are nowhere to be seen. Where the system is a fairy tale, but justice is a trend. Where "everything is cool man," where I can find an honest fucking friend!

Pressure! It's coming down on me.

Pressure! Dictates what I should be as I fight the enemy I can't see.

Take me from where I thought I once belonged, but now I see I was so wrong. My individuality makes me someone I shouldn't be. Well, fuck the system's fairy tale and fuck the system's trend! It tears me from the inside out here that I'm my only honest fucking friend!

Pressure! It's coming down on me.

Pressure! Dictates what I should be as I fight the enemy I can't see.

Pressure! It's coming down on me.

Pressure! Dictates what I should be as I fight the enemy

I can't see... see... see... fight the enemy I can't see!

Music: Boyle/Goodreau/Schmidt/Schmitzer/Trinklein — Lyrics: Schmidt, Original song structure: Schmidt, 1991.

CIVIL DISOBEDIENCE

Silenced and sentenced to your social cages, imprisoned by those who lead the way. Praise the fascist bastards that control you, on your knees for the police state. Is our true destiny to be enslaved? Are we too ignorant to compensate? Is this what you've always wanted? Or have you just been mind washed by the state?

Civil Disobedience!

The time is now to fight the state!

Civil Disobedience!

Stand up now before it's too late!

Civil Disobedience!

The time is now to fight the state!

Civil Disobedience!

The voices of god and government will drag you through the corporate maze. Lead you wrong, you're just profit, but still you do just what they say. Thought is an unwanted commodity, independent motivation is hard to control. Pay homage to a paper god, and for that god you've sold your soul.

Civil Disobedience!

The time is now to fight the state!

Civil Disobedience!

Stand up now before it's too late!

Civil Disobedience!

The time is now to fight the state!

Civil Disobedience!

-Repeat chorus-

Music: Boyle/Goodreau/Schmidt/Schmitzer/Trinklein — Lyrics: Boyle, Original song structure: Boyle, 1991.

POLITICAL PRISONERS

Born amongst the captive masses, near the end of the western world. Ridden of our impurities, to better serve imperialistic demands. No more free thought or individuality, it's all in master's hands. Preaching a thousand senseless slogans, living a thousand more. Only free to graze on greed, amongst a million mindless cattle. Welcome to the capitalist dragnet, where injustice sets the norm. Where rights and wrongs and destinies are pre-planned for all. You're a political prisoner here no matter what you've been led to believe...

WELCOME TO WHERE WAR IS PEACE!

WELCOME TO WHERE FREEDOM IS SLAVERY!

WELCOME TO WHERE IGNORANCE IS STRENGTH!

We hope you enjoy your life sentence in our American monstrosity!

WELCOME TO WHERE WAR IS PEACE!

WELCOME TO WHERE FREEDOM IS SLAVERY!

WELCOME TO WHERE IGNORANCE IS STRENGTH!

We hope you enjoy your life sentence in our American monstrosity!

Don't worry we won't wander aimlessly into oblivion... we're being led there step by step. Our souls, they've been shifted, minds redirected. Eyes now blinded. True being, non-existent and stagnant. Rendered so by the filth and ignorance of your "American dream."

-Repeat all-

Music: Boyle/Goodreau/Schmidt/Schmitzer/Stone/Trinklein — Lyrics: Boyle, Original song structure: Boyle/Schmidt, 1992.

RACE RIOTS

The ignorance and the racial stress that we feel today, are simply repercussions of the system's attempts to maintain "law and order." Economic ups and downs, past resentments, present oppressions, cause the hate that surrounds us all now...

"Oppression is the only word to describe the way I feel. The white man has kept my people down. His injustice I've been forced to feel. The lynchings and the slavery have pushed me to extremes. Peaceful coexistence can't be achieved by any means!"

Race Riot, Race Riot!

In the street.

Race Riot, Race Riot!

Will there ever be peace?

Race Riot, Race Riot!

Ignorance to blame!

Race Riot, Race Riot!

What a fucking shame!

"Niggers, niggers everywhere and I can't get no peace. They sell their crack, they play their rap, it's not safe to walk the streets! They're blaming me for slavery that I haven't ever seen. Black oppression is a fairy tale, how stupid can they be?"

-Repeat chorus-

Now cultures, tastes, and needs are different, that's a given! That's due to environment, and not the shade of skin. We will never achieve a mother fucking thing as long we're divided against ourselves!

-Repeat chorus-

Music: Boyle/Goodreau/Schmidt/Schmitzer/Stone/Trinklein — Lyrics: Boyle, Original song structure: Boyle/Schmidt, 1991.

CIVIL DISOBEDIENCE - In a Few Hours of Madness...

PLANET OF THE FAKES

Human Order? Natural Order? They seem so commonplace.

Human Order? Natural Order? The two are not the same.

All vibrant life fears the loathsome creature man. Who squabbles with himself to build a bigger world of shit... and calls it his unstoppable, undeniable quest for dominance. You crawl in the name of god given intellect.

You poison your mind and you call it self-respect. Man hasn't been granted indefinite superiority. That's just a corrosive lie circumferencing the undeniable truth: Man is the creature that has perfected self-destruction!

These are still the dark ages, we walk by faith not sight! We built an altar for self-persecution and called it "civilization." To hell with the downward thriving tendencies that man has always so warmly embraced. There's more to life than choking on status-quo! You suspect the days of roaming on all fours are long since dead and gone? Not so! When your knees are knocking you kneel on them, because primitive is out and now plastic is in.

The growth of modernization walks hand in hand with de-evolution. You think a million years from now someone will still speak of the noble race of "Christ-like" creatures that turned themselves to dust?

Dust... dust... dust... dust... dust... turned themselves to dust! Those has-been tree-bound free-floaters, that laid waste to all they could see. Because they refused to face the fear that lied within themselves.

Your symbols of respect are primal icons of neglect.

From maimed minds come these vain times. To be or not to be "Human"? A privilege? Or a disgrace? Our salvation? Or our extermination? We're the ones who set these courses of brutal decay. WE can change it, end it, stop it, solve it. WE CAN CHANGE IT! END IT! STOP IT! SOLVE IT!

Music: Boyle/Goodreau/Renna/Schmidt/Stone/Trinklein — Lyrics: Boyle, Original song structure: Boyle/Schmidt, 1992.

FAITH NOT SIGHT

You! You want me to live a life of pointless pain because your blinded brotherly countrymen — or should I address them as fellow inmates — insist on living a repressive, regressive life of constant fear?

You speak at me like I'm some lowly lifeless shit-bag, because I won't sell my mind in return for another ball and chain... and you think there's something wrong with my eyes?!

No, I don't fucking think so!

So heavy influxes of noise seep through your hollow mind and lull you to sleep, but I can't ignore your noise. It's always in my face trying to taunt me with it's pretty packaged ailments.

Tell me of the real reasons behind your mental stagger. Your mind was made for stride, so why are you still stuck on crawl? Is your mother the one who gave birth to the whole of creation?

Or were you destined to be a bullshit box-weaned baby from the start? You'd like to put a hole in my chest, because someone else's lifeless noise dug a hole in the back of your head. So sorry to see your mind's been bed-ridden, but you won't do damage to my self-contained mental mobility! My consciousness is agile and free to climb and expand! I won't surrender to your critically acclaimed adulthood! Or join the mechanized regiments of the living dead!

I know what you've heard is what they've told, and that's not what I've seen. And you think there's something wrong with my eyes?! No, I don't fucking think so! You won't make a sleeping make-believer out of me!

Music: Boyle/Goodreau/Renna/Schmidt/Stone/Trinklein — Lyrics: Boyle, Original song structure: Schmidt/Stone, 1992.

MANUFACTURED CITIZENS

Manufactured citizens no! Everywhere I fucking go now! I won't join their fucking faction! There's no way I'll go-go-go! Manufactured in the schools. They're sold off into the marketplace. Utilized inside the factories. Then they're thrown away! Disposable citizens that's all they fucking are now. When the industry is done with them then they're thrown into a landfill. Just products on the shelf for the rich to buy and consume. NO they're not buying me, oh NO-NO! NO-NO they're not buying me cause I'm not fucking for sale, can't you see?

So why are we "doing time" in our only time to be? In this prison they call the land of official business. Living for a series of grave-digging straightaways to sustain our artificially affixed package appeal.

Manufactured in the schools.

Pathetically senseless!

Sold in the marketplace.

Destructive negligence!

Used in the factories.

Hollow existence!

THEN THEY'RE THROWN AWAY!

Well I'm perplexed by these non-thought multitudes, majoring in a life of plastic discord. Everyone's just an inhumanoid stand-in, in this life-long grade-Z sci-fi movie!

Manufactured in the schools.

Pathetically senseless!

Sold in the marketplace.

Destructive negligence!

Used in the factories.

Hollow existence!

THEN THEY'RE THROWN AWAY!

-Repeat all-

Music: Boyle/Goodreau/Renna/Schmidt/Stone/Trinklein — Lyrics: Boyle/Goodreau, Original song structure: Schmidt/Trinklein, 1992.

THE UNAVOIDABLE PROCESS

SLAAARRRRRGGGGGGGGGGHHH!!!*

THE UNAVOIDABLE PROCESS...

The helping hand that feeds you, is the same one that wraps its fingers firmly around your throat. And the louder your screams of persistent resistance... THE TIGHTER IT'S GRIP THE SHORTER YOUR BREATH! So while you wait in darkness and wonder who dealt that fatal blow to your once alive and vital consciousness, THE SERVANTS OF SOCIAL SUPER STRUCTURE...

Who live to insist that ignorance is bliss, sing praise in the name of your newly acclaimed mental rigor mortis. They've fucked themselves over through and through. And now thanks to you they've got a new recruit. To join the scores of hordes that live and die for the lord. They live as they die as they live as they die as they live as...

THE UNAVOIDABLE PROCESS!

They say your descension into the ranks is more than purely consequential. It's destiny calling you, pulling you, RULING YOU! YOU'VE BEEN WARNED IT'S THE UNAVOIDABLE PROCESS! The crippling decay of your spine in order to sustain that staunch and lifeless covering, you had hoped would hide your shapeless insides... BUT IT ONLY MAKES THE SICKENING FACTS TWICE AS EVIDENT!

YOU! Died in the name of shallow stiffness and now thanks to you they've got a new recruit. Because you sold your soul and soon you'll fade away, into the vast array of rampant decay.

THE UNAVOIDABLE PROCESS!?! ALL OF THIS RAMPANT DECAY?! YOU

LOATHE IT, YOU LOVE IT, YOU FOLLOW IT, YOU SWALLOW IT. YOU

LIVE IT, YOU BUILT IT! I JUST WANT IT OFF MY BACK!

*SLAARRGGGH!! Translations (Updated): "Mush!!", "Move that ass!", "1-2-3-4-GO!", "Drink and be merry, you fucks!", "Dance, honkey, dance!"

Music: Boyle/Goodreau/Renna/Schmidt/Trinklein — Lyrics: Boyle, Original song structure: Schmidt, 1992.

CIVIL DISOBEDIENCE - Invention Extinction

WORKING CLASS ASS

You! You're just a working class slob. Yeah, you! You live your life for your job. Yeah you! You're just a dog on a leash. Yeah you! You can't even use your own mind!

So you live to love your loss of life. So you live to love the things you hate, because you and I both know that the one and only isn't running the show.

Well I, won't be a working class slob. Not me! I won't live my life for some shit job. Like you! Just a dog on a leash. Not me! They can't rob my mind.

Praise, all praise, the parasitic policeman with the big, big stick, in the back of your head. He lives on shit and sternly insists, it's time to put the boot to your soul once again...

YOU CAN RUN, BUT YOU CAN'T HIDE FROM YOURSELF!

YOU CAN RUN, BUT YOU CAN'T HIDE...

Forced into the ghetto where you've got to survive. Violence placed there by the state is just like a gun to your head. Work even harder and maybe you'll get out alive. And maybe, you just might survive.

Music: Boyle/Goodreau/Renna/Schmidt/Trinklein — Lyrics: Boyle/Goodreau, Original song structure: Schmidt, 1993.

RESIST WHAT YOU'RE TAUGHT, REFUSE TO BE BOUGHT!

The system that torments me is not a system made of law. The system is an exploitation of our human flaws. We've been taught as, we've been told as, we've been bred and flocked, so stand up all together tell your shepherds to get fucked!

RESIST WHAT YOU'RE TAUGHT!

REFUSE TO BE BOUGHT!

NOTHING CAN SUPPRESS YOUR INDIVIDUAL THOUGHT!

-Repeat all-

Music: Boyle/Goodreau/Renna/Schmidt/Stone/Trinklein — Lyrics: Boyle/Schmidt, Original song structure: Boyle/Schmidt, 1992.

DEPRAVED NEW WORLD

I watched you die in your living room. Trying to feed the monkey on your back. You need him to stay afloat in a world where it's all been bought and sold. You feed him to stay afloat in a world where it's all been bought and... It's bought and sold, it's never owned! It's bought and sold, it's never owned, never owned!

PUNCHED IN!

And it's never owned.

PLUGGED IN!

It's all been bought and sold!

LOCKED IN!

And it's never owned.

CLOCKED IN!

We've all been bought and sold!

PUNCHED IN!

And it's never owned.

PLUGGED IN!

It's all been bought and sold!

LOCKED IN!

And it's never owned.

CLOCKED IN!

We've all been bought and sold!

PUNCHED IN! PLUGGED IN! LOCKED IN! CLOCKED IN!

It's bought and sold!

PUNCHED IN! PLUGGED IN! LOCKED IN! CLOCKED IN!

It's all bought and sold!

-Repeat all-

Music: Boyle/Goodreau/Renna/Schmidt/Trinklein — Lyrics: Boyle, Original song structure: Boyle/Schmidt, 1993.

MADE OF CLAY

I'm afraid we've been sculpted through the centuries. What I see is lycanthropy. What I see is lycanthropy and a headless phantom in the driver's seat. Passing through time the illusions crumble. Awake to find yourself entombed by the rubble.

Overrun by the unsung horseman, no song to warn you of his charge! You see, this mob of raging rivals will butcher you for their survival. "Amphitheater Armageddon" is more than just a brutal expression. Murmurs churn into a rumble and the walls of silence start to crumble...

Mind fixed on the podium. Nurturing the enemies' momentum. While you were admiring the all-star cast, their bayonets slid into your backs. Mind fixed on the podium. Nurturing the enemies' momentum. While you were admiring the all-star cast, their bayonets slid deep into your backs!

Music: Boyle/Goodreau/Renna/Schmidt/Taylor/Trinklein — Lyrics: Boyle, Original song structure: Schmidt, 1996.

CURSED EARTH

Off with my head and on with the show!

By the grace of none, but it shall be done. This cursed Earth shall burn and these wretched men shall learn! Humbled by the heavens? Not soon enough! Civilization sublimated by the boiling crust.

Nowhere to nest for the human rats!

Science fiction forges fact and actors no longer need to act. Grey seas of men and not a space under the sun. Unborn life we foolishly swore to protect. Our Earth stripped bare, left devouring our own flesh.

Barren rock, shifting sands, deadly radiation, invention and extinction.

Barren rock, shifting sands, deadly radiation, let loose by careless hands.

Barren rock, shifting sands, deadly radiation, invention and extinction.

Barren rock, shifting sands, deadly radiation, let loose by careless hands...

In a flash of solar heat, invention and extinction briefly meet. Followed by the atomic wake, as nuclear fires seal our fate.

Music: Boyle/Goodreau/Renna/Schmidt/Taylor/Trinklein — Lyrics: Boyle, Original song structure: Schmidt, 1996.

101 USES FOR A DEAD THIRD WORLD NATION

The forecast is a patriotic economic slaughter. An ethno-bomb, the fuse is getting shorter. The "peace-keepers" keep piecing together their reign across our globe! Each arm holds its arms and protests... what? Who owns...

SOCIALIZED! Missionaries' missions are to infiltrate those pagan cultures. Teach them to afford our lord and bleach their children white. Erasing any trace of what was once a country's race. Cultures, customs gone forever. We've sponsored ethnic cleansing of the poor... the poor, the poor, the poor!

"These savages don't need their gold, we'll feed it to our god, as their ways are replaced by our arms race." Malaria welcomes white men back again.

Facts have been aborted in the diversion. Neglecting the wounds you forgot to mention. The table is set, come and dine. Only carnage withstood the test of time. Prayers and last words you needn't bother, everyone is devoured at the last supper! The galley always reeks of folly, just close your curtains and you won't be disheartened. Facts have been aborted in the diversion. Neglecting the wounds you forgot to mention. The table is set, come and dine. Only carnage withstood the test of time...

A smile touches your face, as they're erased without a trace. Innocent people run for shelter in their GRAVES!

Music: Boyle/Goodreau/Renna/Schmidt/Taylor/Trinklein — Lyrics: Boyle/Schmidt, Original song structure: Schmidt, 1995.

LAST SUPPER

The saint sank his silver bullet into your gullet. Writhing, you fell to the floor, crippled by the myth's confession. Because victims bear the burden of lingering sensations. No inferno or ascent, just agony and regret.

Lamenting the loss of the almighty mother, a pious staff thrust through her womb. The sea runs red with the blood of her children, while majestic jesters recite holy hymns. An altar built of flesh, sculpted from the dead of a war that never ever ends. Poison fed from the Pontifex upon the mount. To a people conscripted in fear, dying amongst themselves.

OPINIONS become INSTITUTIONS.

The INCISION becomes a LACERATION.

Bridge that gap, pave that path.

Below the shining surface things aren't what they seem. A living nightmare called the "American Dream." Smiling happy faces that exist to deny, the pain and suffering we all share inside.

OPINIONS become INSTITUTIONS.

The INCISION becomes a LACERATION.

Bridge that gap, pave that path.

Below the shining surface things aren't what they seem. A living nightmare called the "American Dream." Smiling happy faces that exist to deny, the pain and suffering we all share inside.

Music: Boyle/Goodreau/Renna/Schmidt/Taylor/Trinklein — Lyrics: Boyle/Goodreau, Original song structure: Schmidt, 1995.

THE ANTIDOTE

The pews are filled with casualties and your tongue has been hung to dry.

You live, you die, and leave this waste behind. Empty eyes, emptied minds, guilty of crimes against humankind.

Just a belly full of blood and some half wit's wisdom.

You live, you die, and leave this waste behind. Empty eyes, emptied minds, guilty of crimes against humankind.

I say false perception is the mother of these inventions. Lies formed in some great past, 'til this day achieve their task. I say false perception is the mother of these inventions. Lies formed in some great past, 'til this day achieve their task...

You crawl, you writhe, the beginning of our end has arrived! To cure disease you believed, but the antidote only deceives.

Music: Boyle/Goodreau/Renna/Schmidt/Taylor/Trinklein — Lyrics: Boyle/Goodreau, Original song structure: Schmidt, 1995.

GHENGIS SAHNG (instrumental)

Music: Boyle/Renna/Schmidt/Taylor/Trinklein — Original song structure: Schmidt, 1996.

LIVING CRUCIFIXION

Just bitterness and disparity as many mouths all go unfed. Fighting goes on against one another, to gain the possessions of the dead. On your knees you pray. On your knees you pray. At the table they sit and feast. Drinking mugs of poison and disease. While their children play in the ruins and rotting corpses lay littering the streets.

In the shadows of the spire, souls are sewn to be sold! Minstrels of misinformation weave the web that laid you to rest. The stench of neglect on your breath, as you ascend to address the living dead.

BASTARDIZED BY YOUR BASTION, AS IT BUCKLES!

POPULATION OR POLLUTION?

TWO PROBLEMS WITH ONE SOLUTION!

ERADICATE THIS HUMAN RACE.

No place to run, nowhere to hide, from the slow affliction of the soul and mind. Nowhere to run to, no place to hide. No way to stop this menace, keep the cold outside. So cold outside, so cold outside. Trash heaps rise in a shadow of doom, where nothing grows but decay and gloom. The black sun sets as we sing the song of death, choking on putrid air with every breath...

BASTARDIZED BY YOUR BASTION, AS IT BUCKLES!

POPULATION OR POLLUTION?

TWO PROBLEMS WITH ONE SOLUTION!

ERADICATE THIS HUMAN RACE.

Emptiness is all that's left. The fertile forest, its bough has given way to blowing sands and the eroding landscape. A never ending saga, our abject reality...

AND THEN IT'S BACK HOME TO THE CATACOMBS!

Desolation, nothing left to hold. My hands worn by catastrophic extremes. Corroded souls. Left with skeletal existence. Human vultures left to feed on failed dreams...

YOUR CHILDREN ARE SCHOOLED BY SOLDIERS OF FORTUNE. SCULPTED INTO A LIVING CRUCIFIXION.

Music: Boyle/Goodreau/Renna/Schmidt/Taylor/Trinklein — Lyrics: Boyle/Goodreau, Original song structure: Schmidt, 1995.

CRAWLED BACK TO THE CRADLE

In the quest for depth you sank and were swallowed by the chasm. The void deemed you dismantled, so you crawled back to the cradle.

In a panic to regain the security that you once knew. Rendered useless, trembling psychosis. Shell-shocked, this prison became your castle. But when you fortify your fears, you're going to lose the battle.

Jaded pieces of the puzzle lie dormant in your head. The truth lies fast asleep in depths rarely reached!

Music: Boyle/Goodreau/Renna/Schmidt/Taylor/Trinklein — Lyrics: Boyle, Original song structure: Schmidt, 1996.

LIFE INSURANCE

What will we do when there is nothing left? Where will we go when we've kicked Earth to death?

You say you do what you do cause that is all you know. You say you do what you do cause that is all you know.

What will we eat off of land where nothing grows? Starving over grain that we can't sow.

You say you do what you do cause that is all you know. You think you help cause that is all you know.

We've built a better jungle to leave nothing in its place. We've built our hell to suit us, soon to end the human race. And if your belief in eternity is what keeps your life INSURED, then you'll be awfully hungry when your Utopian ideals don't work. When there's nothing left to eat will you settle for human meat? When that's all that's left alive? Nothing in our path survives.

How much more will be left rotting away to join your endless decay? Before you realize you'll find no salvation through your negligent acts of senseless destruction.

MAN: the mighty bulldozing, gun-toting, hairless, brainless ape. Bloated with greed, who would seal his children's fate! How much more must be sacrificed on upon your altar of progress? Tell me how many more must die? Before you realize you're digging your own grave. While all along you were convinced you were learning how to...

There is no eternity. There is no life insurance. Poison, pollute, consume. We are careless, scantless, in bliss. And soon the landscape will be lifeless.

You say you do what you do cause that is all you know! You say you do what you do cause that is all you know!

Music: Boyle/Goodreau/Renna/Schmidt/Taylor/Trinklein — Lyrics: Goodreau/Schmidt, Original song structure: Boyle, 1995.

ENDO (instrumental)

Music: Boyle/Renna/Schmidt/Taylor/Trinklein — Original song structure: Schmidt, 1997.

ZERO HOUR

So what came first crime or punishment? There's so much abuse that everyone is used to it! When vengeance seeks to counsel your judgement, betrayal becomes an instrument of justice.

Feel free to grieve. What's befallen you, is a burden you, alone, must bear. The truth behind what we practice wouldn't do you any fucking justice.

Mob rule never hindered by wisdom.

We were born and bred to condemn.

Summary execution is our solution.

Guilt by association, we're damned!

What's befallen you, is a burden you, alone, must bear. The truth behind what we practice wouldn't do you any fucking justice...

It's the Zero Hour. It's time to pay, for what you've done. Reap the poison fruits you've sown.

So don't fear me because I fear tyranny, I'm no fool's apostle! I've never cared much for childish fables.

Music: Boyle/Renna/Schmidt/Taylor/Trinklein — Lyrics: Boyle, Original song structure: Schmidt, 1997.

FRIENDLY NEIGHBORHOOD BLASPHEMER (P.E. Player's Ball`96)

Concept: Boyle/Trinklein

Main dialogue, arrangement, and background music selection: Trinklein.

Secondary dialogue: Boyle/Bricio/Renna/Schmidt/Trinklein/Taylor, 1997.