Freedom Of Existence

Militant

foe — Sat, 10 Nov 2007 15:27:46 +0000

Sold out, bought the wrong damn record. Expect to accept the unexpected.
Trigger is worn, but the barrel is clean. Hot off the press of the money machine.

This is for the clones. This is…this is…for the clones.

Work this out, this trend… this hate. My time is invested, but my stocks depreciate.
Value my morals, moral my values, if this is winning… then we’ll always lose.

This is for the clones. This is…this is…for the clones.

Fight it… bought it… sell it… take it home. Fight it… bought it… sell it… take it home.
I’ll buy myself, I said… there’s nothing else. Nothing left of you. Nothing left of me.
I’ll buy myself, I said… there’s nothing else. Nothing left of you. Nothing left of me.
I’ll buy myself, I said… there’s nothing else. Nothing left of you. Nothing left of me.

This is…for the clones

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Way Down Below

foe — Fri, 09 Nov 2007 17:46:31 +0000

Wake up man… half dead man, sifting your thoughts by the light.
It’s a damn shame you don’t feel the same, but you know everything is alright.
It’s the same old thing on the same old day; well, you know… not much has changed.
You can tell right away by the light, by the day… and you know, I must be on my way.

Way down below, way down below… wherever the wind blows.

I’ve seen the cause get tossed aside by the makers of genocide.
I’ve watched the world slowly digress and I must confess, I’ve had enough of it.

Way down below, way down below… wherever the wind blows.

The generals are leading the men to the slaughter.
You can tell right away that there will be no tomorrow.
And we’re all holding on to dreams…
while the rest of the world tunes into NBC… or CNN.

Our forefathers bought us this disease.
Our forefathers brought us this disease…
and they brought it… via satellite baby.
Via satellite baby. Via satellite baby.

Way down below, way down below… wherever the wind blows.

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Pious Man

foe — Thu, 08 Nov 2007 17:49:25 +0000

There is no time for these gestures, these visionary predictions of truth.
There is no time for these pirates and their sullen, spoken truce.
Well, the captain… he is a pious man, with a pious build and a pious hand;
I’m drifting at the bottom of the sea; you’d think that I’d give a damn.

And you must be on your way, there is no need to stay here for long.
If you believe in the emperor, he’ll surely show you his rooms of regret, child.
He’ll be there — arms widespread — and he’ll meet you at his gates of death.
Then you’ll be at the bottom of the sea… and you’ll hope you give a damn.

And the gods above want to shine with love… I understand all about the modern man,
with his modern needs and his modern greed, drifting away in front of his modern TV.
I said, I’ll never give in, I’ll never, never, never give up.
I said, I’ll never give in, I’ll never, never, never give up.
I said, I’ll never give in, I’ll never, never, never give up…. never give up.

And the gods above want to shine with love, I understand you’ve got to make your stand.
Gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta make your stand.

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Until It’s Gone

foe — Wed, 07 Nov 2007 17:51:10 +0000

I just waved good-bye to the past that I survived.
Nothing much left to say, except… I must face myself.
There’s a slow hand coming down on me now; I can see it in the clouds.
I could run, I could… I could hide… let this build inside.
I loathe you, I adore you and need you beside me.
I want you next to me, need to be… inside you.

Maybe just intellectual intercourse, plutocrasy and puissance.
Maybe just let them steer the course, suffocate on their ignorance.

Don’t let this build inside…

What should I, what should I… what should I have done?
Where should I, where should I… where should I have gone?
Should I just, should I just… run and hide?
Should I just, should I just… run and hide?
Live a lie, live a lie… let this build inside…
Live a lie, live a lie… let this build inside…

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Alive to Live the Lie

foe — Tue, 06 Nov 2007 18:58:05 +0000

i saw them sitting calmly in a democratic room
funny full of liberals gleaming in republican bloom
drifting crazily in religious ceremonies
like james dean or the duke, but with much more money

today is one of those days where the sun still shines, but it hides the rain…
and we all want something, something new, something to inspire us to feel the truth

one day when i realize that i’m alive to live the lie,
i might just rid myself of the bitterness that hides behind entropy
if the discord measures up to the infamy that i suspect
you might be erased by the cannonade, or something to that effect

today is one of those days where the sun still shines, but it hides the rain…
and we all want something, something new, something to inspire us to feel the truth

i have wasted years on the world’s lack of imagination
watched them regard art as a form of materialization
and now i have news for the bastards who have sold you
there is no fortune to be had when the lies become the truth

there’s no fortune to be had…
there’s no fortune to be had…
when the lies become the truth.

there’s a fortune to be had…
there’s a fortune to be had…
when the lies become the truth.

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Crotalus Atrox (Instrumental)

foe — Tue, 06 Nov 2007 17:01:49 +0000

Common names: western diamondback rattlesnake,[2] Texas diamond-back,[3] more…

Crotalus atrox is a venomous pit viper species found in the United States and Mexico. It is likely responsible for the majority of snakebite fatalities in northern Mexico and the second greatest number in the USA after C. adamanteus.

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Post Mortem

foe — Mon, 05 Nov 2007 16:03:17 +0000

So I sat in blindness, fed to the underground postmortem blues of succession;
turn on the TV, try and forget about me and all my insecurities.
And I ask the junky, brother don’t ya feel lonely?
And wouldn’t you like something to ease the pain?

What ya got, man… what ya got, man, what ya got… what ya got?

I saw Jesus on the road today, driving down past the flames.
I guess… the devil had finally won.
Analyze, theorize, philosophize, criticize, justify… all that we’ve become.
And I ask you men, sitting in the rooms of faith,
Wouldn’t you like something to ease the pain?

What ya got, man…what ya got, man, what ya got…what ya got?

I’ve had enough. I’ve had enough.

What ya got, man…what ya got, man, what ya got…what ya got?

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Breathe

foe — Sun, 04 Nov 2007 15:08:19 +0000

i’ve grown so tired
i’ve grown so cold
if there is a god above me
i don’t think he’s at home

breathe… for a while
breathe… for awhile

they’re selling angels on the boulevard
it’s amazing how we’re all so scarred
i’d like to take the time to fill out your forms online
but there’s so much anger inside this mind

breathe… for a while
breathe… for awhile

there’s a silence in forgiveness
often times, we fail to see
i’m not strong, i’m sure as hell not brave
i’m just trying to make it through today

breathe… for a while
breathe… for awhile

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TSZ-3

foe — Sat, 03 Nov 2007 14:11:34 +0000

What’s wrong with me? I can’t quite see through the eyes of destiny.
What’s wrong with me? I’m spin — spinning — further from reality.
What’s wrong with me? I’m all washed up, on my beach of misery, with the lies of your giants.
What’s wrong with me? I’m not like this. No, I’m not. Well, I’m not like you.Away… with these lies. Away… with these things you say.

When I finally reach out to you, is when I finally understand my solitude.
When I finally whisper to you, is when I finally find the truth.
And I’m slowly drifting out to sea, and I’m not so sure…I can reach the shore.
And the silence here is astonishing; It’s the means to my madness, the means to my sanity.

Away… with these lies. Away… with these things you say.

So what? I’m not supposed to feel like you? I’m not as gifted or as intelligent as you.
So what? I’m not supposed to feel like you feel? I’m not as important and i’m not as real.
So what? I’m not supposed to see like you see. Believing is in seeing and I don’t see what I believe.
So what? My pain is not like yours. Well, I’m not like you. No, I’m not like you.

And say, is there anyway…I can be like you? And say, is there anyway… you can love me again?
Will you ever love me? Love me once again. I said, will you ever love me? Love me once again…
Will you ever love me? Cant you ever love me? Wont you ever love me? Love me once again?
I said, will you ever love me?

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Hell

foe — Fri, 02 Nov 2007 13:13:26 +0000

I say unto you… what’s a man to do when he’s down?
I say unto you… will you crucify me for this?
Well, I just don’t understand what it it is… I need to know.

Well, mother… father… I am here.
Can you see me? Or are you even there?

And it seems… you’d want me, since you kidnapped me.
I guess you just acted… from the hate of each other.
Or was it just the fact that she appeared… my mother’s sister?

I really don’t mind… cant you tell?
Should I hold the resentment just because you made my life a living hell?

Hell… hell… hell… lord, yeah.
Should I hold the resentment just because you made my life a living hell?

It’s time to let it go. I said, it’s time to let it go. It’s time to let it go. Here we go…

Let it go…

Mother, mother… what was I supposed to be?
Father, father… what do you want from me?

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