Produced By:Hypo Luxa
Release Date:February 2003
Record Label:Sanctuary Records
Drunk skinhead with an attitude Doing circles like a shark with his food If someone tries to turn the other cheek He disappears in a yellow streak Animosity! The only world I know is drowning in rage I'm underwater from my dreams to the stage And any language that you learn to speak Love is listed and defined as weak Animosity! Animosity and common hate Feeds the hungry on an empty plate A bitter taste and the promise of pain Fills you up while the soul is drained! Animositisomina (repeat)
Where have all the heroes gone? Returning where they're from Did they touch God or did they touch the sun? Preperation Day! Fearless desire Someone will lose by living Chosen suicide! Did they touch God or did they touch the sun? Preperation Day! Selfless act of giving Many pay the price Heroes Suicide Unsung The world we recognize has just begun Some die from living So Unsung Preperation Day! Fearless desire Someone will lose by living Chosen suicide! Some die from living So Unsung Preperation Day! Selfless act of giving Many pay the price Heroes Suicide Unsung (x4)
Who'se on trial? The state says it's me Or is it the lawyer I handsomely paid to go free Or maybe the judge with the yellowing teeth And the fuck you smile Or how about the bailiff who stinks of a longstanding battle of him and the drink Or candidate #4 the zombified whore who types what you think I'm not lying I'm not clean I'm not buying What that means How the fuck can we say that we won for the criminal sum you were paid Then try and convince me I'm free as can be You just sold me out and got nothing in trade I know I'm not the smartest guy in the world But I'm just not stupid enough to be thinking that having a record for filling my lungs Is as good as it gets I'm not lying I'm not clean I'm not buying What that means Life on a razor die as a story 5 more years of pissing in little jars So someone can say he's high as a kite He's probably right Let's put him away without further delay There's no complaints since I'm not a saint or in jail But if I should fail with a piss that has drugs on the forbidden list Then they'll be coming to take you away I'm not lying I'm not clean I'm not buying What that means Live on a razor Death could be glory
Owe more than money Owe more than time Payment required Punished for your crimes No point in running You'll be hunted down Do yourself a favour Stop fucking around (3x) Payment is deliverence Then you want more You set the deadline You start the war (2x) In my lockbox is me In the lockbox... I'm free You pay (6x) You want confrontation Come to my door Welcome to my lockbox Forever more Want retribution Take what is mine Made my restitutions You're next in line In the lockbox is me (echoes and repeats) In the lockbox I'm free I'm free (repeats)
Grab yourself a partner Swing 'em around the town Walk the dog and do-se-do Before you tie her down Anesthetize and fantasize Watch your dreams come true A riding crop, a lollipop A tank of nitrous too Because you're broken Bang! Bang! Boo-de-yay. Broken down and done. Triple X and filthy sex An overloaded gun Discipline and bondage Leather mask and nuns A topless girl A string of pearls A wad of bubble cum Inconsequential An angels broken wing Kept confidential We keep inside our secret things What's the price of pleasure? What's the price of pain? Rapture or deliverance Beneath a golden rain Swap and swing and sissy spank The middle-class defined Or those who swim the deep end With sex and death combined Inconsequential An angels broken wing Kept confidential We keep inside our secret things Because you're broken (repeated and faded out)
Time flies Time crawls Link an insect up and down the walls The light pours out of me (x2) The conspiracy of silence Ought to revolutionize my thought The light pours out of me (x2) The cold light of day pours of of me Leaving me black and so healthy The light pours out of me (x2) It jerks out of me Just like blood In this still life Heart beats up love The light pours out of me Pours out of me....
Woke up confused in a place I didn't know And heard the hissing of an overused stem The air around me is corrupt and on the take Heard someone shout "I think he's breathing again" It seems at first that no-one ever succeeds You shove and shove until you're ready for more And if the truth forgets to visit again Don't take offense, he's never been here before Shove! Shove! Shove! Shove! Shove in my head Shove! Shove! Shove! Shove! Shoves you instead Shove! Shove! Shove! Puts you flat on your back Shove! Shove! Shove! Till the quiet attacks Feels just like someone sank their teeth in my head They tried to suck away my everlasting soul I talked to God and all his literary friends Said I was late so I just shoved it in again Shove it again!
I'm in love with a vicious grace I see beauty in a terrified soul A blackened heart and a poison mind I can't recognize the cruel from the kind Impossible... Do unto others as they'd do unto you Can't trust a soul unless you have one to trust Times change and people die Hate survives beyond the end of time Impossible... Inside the walls of hate Absolve yourself of all your pain and regret It's like a junky on a 2 day sick love ignores me ignores me hate fixes quick Impossible
Let truth be told Until it's sold Silence is golden Too bad it's all been stolen Stolen! Stolen! Stolen! Our defense is your defense Your defense in some sense Some sensless way unfolded Folded 'cause it's all been stolen Stolen! Stolen! Stolen! The gilded scale was burning Just as your back was turning Just as our trust was leaving You'd have us all believing These truths we hold Self-evident Bought and sold The more you hunt the more I sing Then quickly rewrite everything Truth returns bloated, swollen Then dissapears - it's been stolen! Stolen! The gilded scale was burning Just as your back was turning Just as our trust was leaving You'd have us all believing These truths we hold Self-evident Bought and sold It's all been STOLEN! (x2)