The Tiananmen Man
On june fifth, in the year of eighty-nine, he was unarmed with focused mind
Defiance glared down the barrel of the gun pointed from a tank in tiananmen square
And he stood there:
To control, to manipulate, the media his power slave
He knew the world was watching, knew he had a plan
To confront the powerful tyranny in the square of tiananmen
Ecstatic youth played with fire, freedom wash over them
Democracy their desire, the tiananmen man had a plan
Manipulate the media
He used blind faith in the face of anarchy, the cybernetic rapture has begun to envelop me
Freedom is the rush, adrenaline high, choice of the oppressed wiling to die
Like a hostage the government holds your drug
To control, to manipulate, the media his power slave
He knew the world was watching, knew he had a plan
To confront the powerful tyranny in the square of tiananmen
Ecstatic youth played with fire, freedom wash over them
Democracy their desire, the tiananmen man had a plan
Manipulate the media
His act was a cybernetic gesture
His act was a cybernetic gesture
He knew the world was watching, knew he had a plan
To confront the powerful tyranny in the square of tiananmen
Ecstatic youth played with fire, freedom wash over them
Democracy their desire, the tiananmen man had a plan
Manipulate the media, manipulate the media
Manipulate to control
Next In Line
I taste the fear to numb the tear, trapped by the source of my infection
I play the martyr submerged in this pool,
the corporation used me like they brainwashed you
Life is seen so cold and benign,
I don't want to be saved I'm next in line to die
Labeled sick, but I'm just a man, everyone I love has left me for dead
This void illusion I suffer for, they made me their god
and I am so much more than you
Life is seen so cold and benign, I don't want to be saved
I'm next in line to die
I don't want to be saved I'm next in line
I taste the fear to numb the tear, trapped by the source of my infection
Life is seen through heroin dreaming cold and benign,
I don't want to be saved I'm next in line to die
I don't want to be saved I'm next in line and I don't want to be saved
I'm a dead man, I'm a sick man, I'm the pilot of my destruction
I'm a dead man, I'm a sick man, I'm the pilot of my destruction
The pilot of my destruction
The Death Of Passion
You paint the sky in obsidian lies
And come what may never will I know how you changed time
The riptide lies ahead, all my passions now are dead
I can see the path you never thought to follow
I feel so hollow
I stand before you, a shadow of a man
Behind these eyes self destruction swims through my mind
I'm confusion and contempt, I am the void
You are the emptiness of black tomorrow
I feel so hollow
You paint the sky in obsidian lies
And come what may never will I know how you changed time
The riptide lies ahead, all my passions now are dead
I can see the path you never thought to follow
I feel so hollow
You are diseased you are deceiver
Final Product
The media loves the latest tragic suicide
They exploit it, then package it and profit from the people who die
Look at the world, look at the hell, look at the hate that we've made
Look at the final product, a world in slow decay
I'm told that all your seeds are black
I've learned the question in unanswered and opaque
We're witnessing a famine of the innocent
Did they die for religion or the government?
Because if your god won't do, their god will starve you
Look at the world, look at the hell, look at the hate that we've made
Look at the final product, a world in slow decay
I'm told that all your seeds are black
I've learned the question is unanswered and opaque
There are those that believe the world is ending again
That impending Armageddon is inevitable and waiting
The last survivor barely breathing
Should I run or will I fall how have I survived at all?
I've told that all your seas are black
I've learned the question is unanswered and opaque
We live in a time of revolution
We swim the silent seas of sanity gone
The Psalm Of Lydia
When I blacked out in the winter months of Capricorn
I had a strange dream that I lived a thousand winter's gone
A thousand winter's faded gray and shuttered by the wind
To tell the tale of Lydia, her legacy begins uprising
Unveiling the absurdity in the tragedy of man
And it's hero the all seeing worm
The pain is born from memory of pleasures unparalleled and pure
In velvet sleep I live the past again
There is no chance to release me, no answer to bring peace
Some people conjure dreaming, sanctified electric karmic burn through
The pigs, they marched from under to pull down the moon
And summon the bringer of doom
Now sullen the demons fade away and summon their final call
Lydia slayed them all
The pain is born from memory of pleasures unparalleled and pure
This is the psalm of Lydia
My sweet Lydia the others have told me it is not your time to leave
It is not your time, you've so much more to see
A Future Uncertain
To be green in the beautiful hour of envy so divine
To be pure, to let chance form your infinite design
Let the seed awakening begin again
I hate the way you judge me I hate that you're above me
Can't humanity reach a certain point of understanding?
Why do we live this way?
Why do we have to say the things that subvert the minds of youth?
Why is the world unborn as crashing seas still form?
The vision of the future is of blood
As we face the bleak horizon under crushing skies
The truth belying a future uncertain and dark
We are but one small race, all wear a human face
Yet our image is imperfect and flawed
To set your mind free you must first just listen
Don't waste your life on worthless hate and contradiction, don't you
Reaction in the earth and sky is coming at fast pace
The end to this winding road, extinction of our race
If we all are to survive, there must come great change
I foresee the future, I see the coming plague
Why do we live this way?
Why do we have to say the things that subvert the minds of youth?
To set your mind free you must first just listen
Don't waste your life on worthless hate and contradiction, don't you
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