MASS APPEAL MADNESS





MASS APPEAL MADNESS
Lyrics : Barney Greenway / Music : Shane Embury, Mitch Harris

Tell me, assure me,
I really can't relate with your dishonesty.
Dissention seeking attention,
yet segregation from the ones' that really cared.

Tell me, assure me,
I really can't relate with your dishonesty.
Cash styled deadhead,
no conscience or opinions.
Material gain bar hapiness means shit.

It means shit.

Mass appeal madness eats your brain.
False influence like a leech,
sucking dry your veins.
Public eyes see fit your second face.
Freakshow - fooling those who imitate.

Clever marketing to dominate
screwing those who gave you your big break.

And when the bubble bursts,
exposing your selfish crap,
you'll cry for sympathy...
we'll just sit back and laugh.


PRIDE ASSASSIN
Lyrics : Barney Greenway / Music : S. Embury, J. Pintado, M. Harris

Brought forth into an acceptance :
expected mass production.
All cloned to obey without fail.

To question means breaking the mould.
To turn back, that courage you lack ;
or live in pretence.

In youth, confused prime for manipulation,
an open sore cursed with their social infections.

´ Absorb to be seen as a failure ª.
´ Not fit to breathe the air we take in ª.

Pride assassin.

True feelings call for deviation.
But could you face mass condemnation ?

Pride assassin.

Backed into a corner,
why should you adhere
to their illusions and their orders ?

Willing to dictate yet for themselves exemption.
Evaluate your brain, form your own opinions
to be an individual - compassionate and free.


UNCHALLENGED HATE
Lyrics : Doctor Fang / Music : Shane Embury

A chronic complaint of dimness
prevails your profound ideology.
- A romantic vision of a ´ master race ª
attained through coercive forms of authority.

Your observance is negligence
if you see the threat from different cultures.
We're all in this sinking ship,
each of us together.

Where does the Whiteman stand ?
Where does the Blackman stand ?
Where do we all fucking stand ?

Knee-deep in the shit !

Look into yourself
and you'll find within you the real oppressor
to a life of unchallenged hate,
it's yourself who's the nigger !


SOCIAL STERILITY
Lyrics : Doctor Fang / Music : Mick Harris

Time for my omittance
from a sterile existence
where the weekend pays homage
to stereotypical perpetuation.

Must inebriate my senses
into a state of delirium
before I turn to the meat rack
for my penial selection.

Apathy spreads
in unison with sexual disease,
a scourge that infests
the cattle markets of youth.

Unconscious, just promiscuous.
Deprived of self-respect
in the selling of their bodies.
All emotions dead !

Thoughts absorbed
lost in sense of direction.
It's time to sit down
and reassess my course of action.