split EP w/ Pile Of Maggot Infested Viscera
(Lyrics and music by Mike.)
1. Moral Arc Of The Universe
Living on the street. Scavenging for something to eat.
Diving into dumpsters. Nothing less than what you deserve.
Back alley BJs from the businessmen whose fortunes you raised.
Sleeping outdoors. Stripped of almost everything that's yours.
This should be your punishment, your just desserts.
All your assets auctioned off at fractions of their worth.
Kicked out to the gutter to live out your time on earth.
Preserve the upper class. Ignore the problems of the lower castes.
No other concerns. Resolutely refusing to learn.
Happy to let yourself be a tool for your partners-in-wealth.
Planet's going to shit. That's OK as long as your friends profit.
All the bullshit that you pull will come around again.
Someday somewhere down the line, your reign will one day end.
Nothing lasts forever, my friend.
"The arc of the moral universe is long but it bends toward justice." -Martin Luther King, Jr.
2. Fadeouts Are For Chumps
Talk about a failure of imagination.
Was it that hard to reach a conclusion? I don't get it.
Do you really expect us to believe that you don't know how to end a song creatively?
It's not even all that fucking hard. Figure it out!
3. Hallelujah, It's Raining Death
Explosions light up the black night.
White cloud descends as the sky burns bright.
Phosphorus spreads through the town uncontained.
Burns through my skin, causing agonizing pain.
Caramelized, leatherized, cooked alive. Everyone dies.
So this is what liberation feels like.
"Powerful new evidence emerged yesterday that the United States dropped massive
quantities of white phosphorus on the Iraqi city of Fallujah....A former American
soldier who fought at Fallujah says: 'Phosphorus burns bodies,
in fact it melts the flesh all the way down to the bone...I saw the burned bodies of women and children.
Phosphorus explodes and forms a cloud. Anyone within a radius of 150 metres is done for.'"
-UK Independent, Nov. 8, 2005
4. Flavor Of The Month
Same fucking breakdown, every fucking song, every fucking band.
No intelligence, no imagination, no motivation but wealth, fame, chicks.
This flavor of the month is what they're calling hardcore.
I can't accept this fucking bullshit and I'm taking it back...now!
Surely there's a better use of your time than hitting the bars.
Surely there's a better use of your dough than alcohol and cigarettes.
All you ever do is get drunk every night.
Drinking and smoking. Wasting and draining your life.
I'm trying to forget I ever knew your name or saw your face.
6. Sleep Like A Baby
Stick a yellow ribbon magnet on your gas-guzzling SUV.
It's the very least you can do. To ease your conscience, anyway.
7. Not-So-Bullshit Attitude
I'm sick of my own stupid shit. Drag my mind out of its self-dug pit.
Ready to face the day. Be myself, come what may.
All I need are my tunes and my friends. Fuck the rest.