1. Spring Heeled Jack (intro) (instrumental)
2. Fall Of The All American
3. Prey
4. Days Of The White Owl
5. Portland
6. Off Come The Blindfolds
7. Your Warning
8. Jekyl And Hyde
9. Next In Line
10. The Invincible
11. Dead Man Walking
12. Out On The Farm
13. A Sad History
14. Just A Visual
15. Evil (45 Grave cover song)
16. The Blue Lady (outro) (instrumental)
Spring Heeled Jack (intro) (instrumental)
Fall Of The All American
Washed up tough buck into a foreign world.
Stole your culture, ridiculed. But you showed them didn't you?
A physical wonder, that they pedestaled. Smashed their records, they
worshiped you. Hero, hero we love you. And you grew, until
they pulled it out from you. Yes the body, it caught up with you.
All alone, what to do? Digging ditches, play on through. In
a white manís world, who are you? Just a memory. Just a memory.
The hero shines and the real man dies. Just a memory. Just
a memory. The hero shines and the real man has died. Fall of
the All American. Well, we loved you.
Prey
Here I am living, in this dying world. I
take another breath in, with another bill. A slave to the system,
I'd like to say no. But who am I kidding, it's an ugly world.
So I prey on what happiness, I can get. Live. I will live.
I will live.
Days Of The White Owl
The skies, swirl in a marble haze. I gaze
across the land, with a sense of loss. Are we down in the game, do
we give in? Wave the white flag frantically. no, no, no.
Where do we go now? The corporate nightmare, sprouts like weeds as
we ignore, oh so conveniently. Like a coloring book, this land we
color in, with chains of stores and homes and businesses. What have
we done? no, no, no. Where do we go now? The white owl
glides across the summer sun. Death lurks near, I fear for this kingdom.
Abused, raped, and ignored. Left to rot by the wicked sins that we
cherish as progress forward. I witness, this self destruction of
our race. I fear the future, and it's shaping face. I can't
help but dwell, on our spiral down. What does it mean for myself,
our race, and the future that we own? no, no, no. Where do
we go now?
Portland
Temperatures rising. Sapping all the life
from once thriving energies. Fearing failure. Cause of the
scheme to run from our enemy. Let's look at the factors. Draw
upon our excuses in the negative minefield. The mind convinced, it's
time to run. Runaway from the enemy, you run. But isn't the
enemy you? You see, you run. It's back again, because you never
adjusted yourself. And now, you are in new surroundings with all
of the same old shit, you know. After years of this madness it's
starting to make sense but life, is so hard. Yeah, life is hard and
that you have learned. Holding on to your beliefs is noble but we
are faced with reality. Sometimes, to reach that mountain top we
must learn to bleed. So now we revisit the factors. Draw upon
all that we dream of. Put aside that old, ill mind. And now
we breathe.
Off Comes The Blindfolds
The truth stands before you. So cold that
you don't touch it. The justifications dealt, masking the pain you
run from. Oh, and it hurts so. Where did the love go?
Kids in blindfolds at play, you wake up now to the unknown. Once
love, in youth so innocent. Tough love, now when the world is bent.
In love, that is the missing but what's love? you should save your
breath. The joy, it haunts you, it all but wrecks you. Knowing
the truth and your impending loss. It you love real.
Your Warning
You've give in, you've accepted. Learned
to embrace the rut, the confines in which you exist. You've all but
given up. Listen to me now my friend. I'm giving you, your
warning. I fear for you now. That's why i've issued you, your
warning. I want to see you rise to your fullest, not cower and die.
Live your life, like you own it. Because there is only so much time.
Time is ticking away. It is all inside of your head. Time to
tap into the living. Drop that zombie front my friend. I know
you have got it in you. Your warning.
Jekyl & Hyde
In the darkness of the shadows lurks another side
of me. Pieces you don't want to see. You gouge out your eyes
in attempt to hold me high. I am your fear. I'm impurity.
You scream sellout, and so it goes. How is that you could ever know
me? You are not my friend. You only see a part of me.
You don't know me. I am Jekyl. I am Hyde. And you cry
for, I am reality. You donít want to see me. I'm not your assumption.
Next In Line
Can you see the fires burning bright? Just
look into our eyes. We're out here and we are coming up on you fast.
Dare, you try and look away, ignore us, we won't go away. We are
those who will steal the day, from you and you ignorance. We are
the next in line. So you've niched your little place, you thought
it was all about you. Sorry you won't get the last laugh. We
are challenging your minds, erasing idiotic rules. The walls you've
built are coming down, now. We are the next in line. We're
creeping up on you. We are the next in line.
The Invincible (dedicated to Rachel, my beautiful
wife)
Life's horrors won't sink us. Ignorant words
don't phase us. If there is a chink in the armor we hammer it out,
and grow stronger from it. Sacred love will find a way. The
invincible. Sometimes I feel as if I won't survive. Numb and
lost in this dreadful life. But then she's there. Oh, she's
there. She breathes life into me. We thrust out love out into
the dark clouds. And when the sun breaks through we've stood our
ground, true love abound. Sacred love fill find a way. The
invincible.
Dead Man Walking
The sun is going down on you my friend. I
look around to see you. The self destructive entity. Embodied
in self pity and hate. All that's left for now is a dead man walking.
Death lurks inside of you now, dead man walking. To the pills and
needle you have bowed, dead man walking. Say goodbye to you now,
dead man walking. Make no mistake, you chose the route. Stole
from your friends, lied your way around. All you were, long gone,
no more. Just a junkie stands, with a hollow core. Don't you
dare ever think, that this song is here to glorify your sickness.
It's for those with futures.
Out On The Farm
1, 2, 3, 4. You've got your hand in torture.
5, 6, 7, 8. How does it make you feel? The mind slips, slips,
slip, slipping into the darkness, it is lifeless. The air is thin
here and grim here. Drugged up, caged up, piles on inhumane.
Insane, so insane. Out on the farm, no happy songs. No happy
songs, just torture. Devoid of feeling. Who, you or them
A Sad History
Shackled to greatness. It's for your best
interests. Nothing less but the best my dear. Dragged down
this road of status by fools. There has been sickness at play, I
fear. It's all been mapped out for you. Since you were a twinkle
in their eyes. Unfortunately, my dear, this is for them. Your
thoughts, disregarded as petty and childish. Shut your mouth, cause
your life is planned. A sad history. I will walk my own direction.
Following my heart, seeing where it takes me. Strike your match,
light your candle. For each and every day of your life that you don't
see me. Don't burn down the house, waiting for me.
Just A Visual
All of you wants, that pretty picture. The
perfection, that illusion has got your head. Strive, strive, strive,
but the image eludes your reality. On your deathbed, empty handed,
it might all sink in. And as you tune out. It hits you.
It was just a visual. And then it hits you. It was just a visual.
Evil (45 Grave cover song)
Blind me with all your lies. You're evil.
I can look into your lies. You're evil. I can look into your
face. You're evil. Lying all over the place. You're evil.
Hey ma, run into the night, into the night to roam. You lie.
You know. Those looks you give me tell that you're evil. I
hope I don't see you alive you're evil. You, yea you, you're so evil.
You're so evil, you're evil, you're evil. Hey ma, run into the night,
you're a creature of destruction. Yea, you know. Into the night.
Into the night to fight. Come on baby let's fight right now.
Those looks you give me tell that you're evil. I hope I don't fit
into your plans you're evil. You, yea you, you're so evil.
You're so evil, you're evil, you're evil. Hey ma, run into the night,
you're a creature of destruction. Yea, you know.
The Blue Lady (outro) (instrumental)