| TASTE THE POISON Shane Embury Abstinence works for me, not for them. Intolerance, far worse things ? This makes no sense. Get high on me and mine Take the poison. Raise a voice ? The art of making noise Attacking stance ? Fist in face for personal choice So whithers ? Self, self, self Take the poison. Two polluting lifestyle doctrines in defence Re-access the threats to well bring Re-direct And clear your heads Dialogue (is) a powerful drug ? ( (not) a verbal poison. Abstinence works for me, not for them. Intolerance, far worse things ? Take the poison. |
NEXT ON THE LIST Shane Embury Next on the list ? Such a smug parasite Smug in a comfort zone We stepped back and watched while you vidated our effects, our spirits, our souls Opportunist scum ? Think you're so immune ? Opportunist scum ? We yearn to see you removed Opportunist scum ? Truly spineless cint Opportunist scum ? Back in this lonthsome glas Where once I was passive, I'm ready to snap A pound of flesh for those that you've taken That smiling surround can't shield you forever When it slips, we'll be there to fuck your world ! A slap in the face A slap in the face Don' tturn your back, don't lower your guard. or assume you're safe among fellows sharks 'cause whan I catch that patronising smirk (it) strenghtens my will to smash your worthless buck A slap in the face A slap in the face A slap in the face Goodbye to logic for this neccesary justice Goodbye to logic for this neccesary justice Musique : Shane Embury |
| CONSTITUTIONAL HELL Mitch Harris, Shane Embury Everything fits nicely into place Higher powers take the lead Middleman sits pondering his worth One great scheme to stem (the) objective urge Decision-making And power playing One-upmanship Show of hands To clasp the myth Vote in a new scourge Everything fits nicely into place Higher powers take the lead Issues are decided before we've chance to think And moral high ground wins the day again Decision-making And power playing Principles spurned Show of hands To clasp the myth favours for my friends It's a constitutional hell where they pontificate and yell where etiquettes out play integrity It's a constitutional hell Everything fits nicely into place Higher powers take the lead I'll sum up on all the good you've done this earth Nothing ! !HE POISON |
VERMIN Barney Greenway The rats on / this earth / have nothing on you An insect / to those which / crawl the sewers Devourer, Plunderer, deceptor Sniff out a / scheme / and leave the scraps behind voracious ? Insatiate ? A nose attuned to greed Devourer, Plunderer, deceptor Evade all traps And come out gnashing, snarting, gnashing, snarting ! Disguise are many Media palm or man in the street. They'll scavenge your emotions and leave you diseased They'd steal a last possession and smile as you concede Devourer, Plunderer, deceptor |
| THE VOLUME OF NEGLECT Mitch Harris, Jesse Pintado Speculate freely Begrudge me intensely Lacking a conscience Lacking intelligence Lesser than nothing Lower than everything As you drain our vitality to a mundane reality A form of therapy without compensation A vague psychology Free from obligation. Intercept the negligence Accept the consequence Amongst Barbaria Mass hysteria Opposite in a sign to abide when the future is ours to decide We continue to watch and observe Just to find out what purpose it serves Paralysed ? A spectacle / for all to see Hapiness within our grasp, but out of reach Volume of neglect forcibly expressed Volume of neglect forcibly expressed Devastate a silhouette ? Calm and serene Abandon / a systematic insane routine Volume of neglect forcibly expressed Volume of neglect forcibly expressed Opposite in a sign to abide when the future is ours to decide We continue to watch and observe Just to find out what purpose it serves |
THANKS FOR NOTHING Mitch Harris Serve my head on a plate Pulp my heart with ill will I did trust you, let to lust you, to be duped Thanks for fucking nothing ! Serve my head on a plate Pulp my heart with ill will Sensed a mystique ? Turn to spent air ? Killed it dead Thanks for fucking nothing Scap the dephts to salvage something Thanks for fucking nothing Drained my all, then drop the bombshell True, we were not joined ? Our evey feature spliced Though you rushed in and took a lead Three words spouted This contagion Crossed all divides Caused a shift in protective focus Three words flouted Unnntimely end, I should've clicked ? A sensory cut-out A spoiling of the harmony, of which we were about I don't despise or demonise, But I just know your form Walk right out and move along, and teap before you look Thanks for fucking nothing ! |
| CAN'T PLAY WON'T PAY Mitch Harris Ten years of all-sides sniping fairness under fire Ten long years Rubbished objectives Two-pronged shower of bite Dirt / is now scrubbed From our own doorstep But / around every corner Hides a high roller Suited and heftity booted So casual and concerned Network makes the acquaintance dance to soulless tunes Dirt / is now scrubbed From our own doorstep But / around every corner Hides a high roller Get this prick away from me Smash him and the leeching clique Fawning grin that pulls you in Golden windshake on the take Get this prick away from me (We're) enemies of the music business You corporate fuck ! Enemies of the music business Black sheep on the cust Enemies of the music business Ten long years Still didn't finish us Much to their disdain Ten long years Regained the impetus Thorns in cash-whores side Dirt / is now scrubbed From our own doorstep But / around every corner Hides a high roller |
BLUNT AGAINST THE CUTTING EDGE Mitch Harris Blunt / on the cutting / edge This is a stylistic disaster Or so I'm told Won't meet your estimations Do well to fold Can't keep up to the (dummy) run Am I redundant ? Integrity dressed down By the cuts of their threads Nice and neat (with a) sideline in grief ? I'll say inkempt A real cutting edge is the scourge of the norm for all the angst, you're tantrum-fuelled dolls Abrasiveness a convenience sell for a score come up clean doing the dirty cut and run, then dissolve Mould in motion see straight through transparent you A real cutting edge is the scourge of the norm for all the angst, you're tantrum-fuelled dolls I'm blunted, I'm blunted against the cutting edge Sharpeness diminished through truth to myself I'm rusted, I'm rusted against the cutting edge Sigh-times cloud over when met with pretence Together, Drop the act ! Drop the act ! I'm blunted, I'm blunted against the cutting edge Sharpeness diminished through truth to myself I'm rusted, I'm rusted against the cutting edge Sigh-times cloud over when met with pretence Drop the act ! Drop the act ! |
| CURE FOR A COMMON COMPLAINT Jesse Pintado + Shane Embury So drawn ? I warm to the the fire in their hearts This ain't romantic gesturing It's a hand to / head the charge To the indifference of the preening, idle rich Such champions are cancerous ? Tumors in the gut / of affluent bliss Why let this scab observers tag them troublemakers ? It's naive ? You're on a leash. This is a cure for their common complaint x2 Ditch the gullibility Strike 'til the green runs dry Bring them to their knees Or squander as they thrive Reject the cure for their common complaint On break Agitate ! Hoist those standards, arm-in-arm Walk the walk and talk the talk Agitate ! Agitate ! Agitate ! |
A NECESSARY EVIL Shane Embury I dissolve to a dream of the past Terminate. To remove. Falling fast. At the end of the chain thoughts collect Execute. A degree. I defect. What's it worth ? Sacrifice the earth. It bleeds. Meet your needs. Devilish deeds. Reconcile. Understood. Contemplate. Desecrate. To denounce. Detonate. Tentative. To reject. Overdue. Final stage. Tocomplete. Follw through. Far too late. Absolute hell ? This hell. An empty shell. Desolate cells. A necessary evil ? Bargaining pleas. held at ransom ? our souls diseased. A necessary evil ? The dominant role. There's no escape ? You crossed the solitary line. |
| CONSERVATIVE SHITHEAD Part 2 Jesse Pintado Tiresome / -out-grown / rebel's seen the light. Re-a / djusted ? Dissolved his stauch defiance. The Anti-Christ shifts to the right. He wears his 'X' and reviles mine Music to righteous ears Music to righteous ears Music to righteous ears Music to righteous ears Moved out of / step-seeking distorted views . Slack-brained soundbites serve his public slop Decries our values in decline. But should we starve, then that's just fine. Knee-jerk reactionnary. Knee-jerk reactionnary. The Anti-Christ shifts to the right. His past a convenient oversight. Knee-jerk reactionnary. Knee-jerk reactionnary. Decries our values in decline. He'd flick the switch and watch us fry. _ |
MECHANICS OF DECEIT Shane Embury Cloacks of sickness / keeping us sweet Delusional blackness / fictional madness Visionary blackness / traps are set Revolting mind doors conspiring our downfall Which came first ? The lies or deceit ? Why did the suffering cross the divide ? The dealer sold his soul / to hide And left us on the other side. The business lessons for which we burn Desolate loops in which we turn Saga of fools, a voyage of trust No contracts bound. Gathering dust Which came first ? The secret or the crime ? Where does the loyalty cross the line ? The dealer sold his soul to hide And left us on the other side. Tranquillise our denial Vengeance is mine Capitalize / on regret Kick aside what aspires Vengeance is ours Our defence won't expire Eat-the-shit with-a-smile don't-be-frail Our word is bond. Face the wall ; fill the mould that we take And break with our hands Sign the line ; it's your life Don't be squeamish Take he time, take the sweat Clock back your tongue Mechanics, mechanics, mechanics of deceit Glorified, butchered, bathed in malice Sign the line ; it's your life Don't be squeamish Take he time, take the sweat Clock back your tongue Eat the shit with a smile don't be a frail Cloacks of sickness / keeping us sweet Delusional blackness / fictional madness Visionary blackness / traps are set Revolting mind doors conspiring our downfall Which came first ? The lies or deceit ? Why did the suffering cross the divide ? The dealer sold his soul / to hide And left us on the other side. The business lessons for which we burn Desolate loops in which we turn Saga of fools, a voyage of trust No contracts bound. Gathering dust Which came first ? The secret or the crime ? Where does the loyalty cross the line ? The dealer sold his soul to hide And left us on the other side. Tranquillise our denial Vengeance is mine Capitalise / on regret Kick aside what aspires Vengeance is ours Our defence won't expire Eat-the-shit with-a-smile don't-be-frail Our word is bond. Face the wall ; fill the mould that we take And break with our hands Sign the line ; it's your life Don't be squeamish Take the time, take the sweat Clock back your tongue Mechanics, mechanics, mechanics of deceit Glorified, butchered, bathed in malice Sign the line ; it's your life Don't be squeamish Take he time, take the sweat Clock back your tongue Eat the shit with a smile don't be a frail Our word is bond Face the wall ; fill the mould that we take And break with our hands Mechanics of deceit Tranquillise our denial Vengeance is mine Capitalise on regret Kick aside what aspires Vengeance is ours Our defence won't expire - so beware ! |
| (THE PUBLIC GETS) WHAT THE PUBLIC DOESN'T WANT Jesse Pintado Name your price for progress Impoverished settle the bill Clear a path - coming through ! Clear a path - coming through ! Stylise Make it easy / on the eye Keep our distance - too under-formed to grace the 'sublime' Flatter to deceive Building arthouse cosmetics Like a mismatched prosthetic Like a mismatched prosthetic Spreads llike wildfire Burgeoning yuppie nirvana Highbrow aesthetics Decadents always crave more Marvel at / the sleek design The wilting talk / of curves and lines A piece-de / -resistance To Banish my pig-ignorance The public gets / what the public doesn't want What use is this / to man or beast It glosses over / basic needs The public gets / what the public doesn't want Access denied ? we're utter philistines Access denied ? we're utter philistines Caged in / the exclusion zone Pass away / in sepia tones Access denied ? accept we're cultural slime Access denied ? accept we're cultural slime |
FRACTURE IN THE EQUATION Jesse Pintado Battered frantic, dressed in tragedy Reach the point where time's caught up ? Why me ? Paths we choose, the sorrows we cause. It's all forgotten instantly as pain calls. Just a fracture In the equation of designs Self-destructure Drawing out life Neutral unknown, a nervous calm Answers tactically arranged ? Stalling time. Just a fracture In the equation of designs Self-destructure Drawing out life Second chance. |