I think of all the pain left in the world And evil deeds done in the name of good Got no redemption Consumption/destruction wheel It helps if you don’t think or feel There just won’t be another chance And the days go unaware to whether You count ‘em up, or count ‘em down Or disregard ‘em No, there is no orchestra But if you wanted to hear a trumpet Then one will play on Judgement Day Where do you start when it gets so immense? I want to feel bliss from something other than ignorance All part of the problem, part of the disease All guilty by small degrees

And what’s inside, it’ll unfold Awake from your dream You will get up and walk Come out from the cloth and the pigment And be what you are Down comes the rain, now we all look the same Colors wash down the drain to the gutter Down comes the rain, to wash out all the pain From a world plagued with badges and borders The rise and collapse of the old wave Goodbye to the colors of hell The world we grieve, it never was pure or perfect But I still believe there’s more to us than we detect Existing in the present moment Is it all we have?

Aloha, dinosaur Bathe in tar Meteor One ends and one begins It’s even The sea will claim it all again All in good time All in good time And so far, so bizarre Somehow there must be more Au revoir, shooting star Live like you’re dying ‘cause you are All in good time All in good time We all act out the same play The truth is shorter than fiction There ain’t nothing left to say All aspiration undone

Blue light shine in every home to educate and entertain us. Wealthy, fat and comfortable. Distract, delude and insulate us. Dot on the screen. So ill, at ease. Step right up, it has begun. Witness a modern miracle! Don’t get up, you’ll miss the fun. Don’t touch that dial! A different kind of cannibal is emerging here in the west. Empty heart and empty skull. We’re amusing ourselves to death. Got us on our knees, yet we will break free. Step right up, it has begun. Witness a modern miracle! Have you underneath our thumb. Don’t touch that dial ‘till we’re finished programming.

As your hair’s falling off you, happy birthday from your friend, time. Feel the flies crawling on you. They just can’t wait for you to die. And the question that you’re going to ask is: “did it amount to anything?” Dark Matter Halo - I rule the spaces in between. Are you maintaining control? Are you wearing thin? Get too close to a black hole, and you will get sucked in. And the question that you’re going to ask is: “do you believe what isn’t seen?” Dark Matter Halo - I rule the spaces in between.

The winds of changes are a-blowin’. A painful groan. A sick cologne. A single tone between the right and wrong. The preying hands of molestation will pray for your salvation. Your house falls apart. Broke foundation. Welcome to your purgatory. And you constructed it yourself. You’re living in the halfway houses of the holy. Sucking all of the glory, but all the shame you will dispel onto the flock of the adoring. And so many will die unknowing. The world that turned, the house they burned, they shake the urn that holds the dead horse ash. Whisper “lead not into temptation” to faithful congregation. You’re doing your part for creation. Can’t find your way back to the shores of Acheron. Service for pay, another whore of Babylon. Welcome to your purgatory! And you constructed it yourself. You’re living in the halfway houses of the holy. Semper memento mori ‘cause there ain’t room enough in hell, and heaven is another story.

I want to understand I reach for a broader land The long journey of man must travel forward We’ll go on my command You’ll feel your mind expand Evolve beyond hatred, revenge or power I hope the entire human race could be rendered intelligent We haven’t much time to crack the old design The barrier between flesh and spirit Evolve head-on Head-on Heaven The time is close at hand We’ll reach the promised land The tapestry of man, unravel forward To be celebrated or be carbon dated We’re making a new bed, arrange the flowers I hope the entire human race can be rendered intelligent We haven’t much time to subvert the paradigm A new wolf emerging from wilderness

The trembling way is where it begins The bridge between the earth and heavens I wish upon a star No matter where you are, I’ll go Moments ago I saw you slumber I could’ve sworn that you looked younger The time is coming soon The clock of the full moon is striking hour There was a lady named Bright Who traveled far faster than light Swept out the door Returned the night before Your eyes say that the time is ending Without a word, a light ascending Beauty is beyond words The bridge of three colors takes you away

Faith, hope and larceny Bend down on one knee Not your wife, she’s compensation for an empty life Helpless seduction Sanction of the victim Wear a mask for long enough, forget who is underneath Carpet of gold or carpet bombs Embrace the most unfaithful arms All we need is a plausible face saying: “yours is no disgrace.” Is it a Faustian bargain - growing your profit margin - As cubicles make daily graves of thousands? Small pranks for big banks Strange bedfellows always give thanks When think tanks think, think tanks think: “tanks” With her greasy palms and factory farms Embrace the most unfaithful arms. Even as blood runs down on that face We long for her embrace

Get your dominoes, put the dominoes in a row Multi-national, corpo-rational, let ‘em go Watch them fall So expendable Ducks are in a row Ducks are in a row ‘round the globe You’re the CEO, fat Pinocchio, let ‘em go Watch them fall It’s just a puppet show ‘Cause now the curtain’s closing and the lights are off (Just a puppet show) Time to put you back into your wooden box (Jim Crow, John Doe, Joe Blow) The unrestrained pursuit of self-interest-ing (all you knead is dough) The bulging eyes of puppets strangled by their strings (Just a puppet show).