1. Taste The Poison

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.

2. Next On The List

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

3. Constitutional Hell

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

4. Vermin

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

5. The Volume Of Neglect

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

6. Thanks For Nothing

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 !

7. Can't Play Won't Pay

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

8. Blunt Against The Cutting Edge

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 !

9. Cure For A Common Complaint

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 !

10. A Necessary Evil

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.

11. Conservative Shithead Part 2

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.

12. Mechanics Of Deceit

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 !

13. (The Public Gets) What The Public Doesn't Want

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

14. Fracture In The Equation

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.