Secret Chiefs 3 Lyrics
Secret Chiefs 3 Lyrics
"Hypostasis Of The Archons Lyrics"
All Girls Are Fly Lyrics
Small wonder you've not heard from her She's gone now, back in England She got spirit, will go farther But she can't see the romance in the colour of your schemes The colour of your schemes . . . oh But you know and I that all girls are fly And all men must die for their cars Why blunder?
Small wonder you've not heard from her She's gone now, back in England She got spirit, will go farther But she can't see the romance in the colour of your schemes The colour of your schemes . . . oh But you know and I that all girls are fly And all men must die for their cars Why blunder?
You corpse animators, charcoal burners,
moulders of wax, adherants to the Seen
The Black Hand pushes
Your- agnostic reflex
You- automatons
Of- the animatronic sham
You're planted in the Garden of
Earthly Corporate Temple Messiah
the baby-crackers boomed
and echoed off the Bardo
like half-assed Prometheans
with stupid macrame crowns
Saran-wrapped neurotic SMI LE's
around the Vajra Hell
and sold the "goddess" back to a world
already drowning in Bohemian Snake Oil
Draw open the curtains of the Abyss
where Mother and Father can't
The Village Girl ain? it just the way Grows her hair long and paints her face Nobody calls her anyway It? a shame Here we go she knows it all Writes it all down to tell us all Nobody hears her at all Anymore She? Been Writing She? Been Writing She? Been, Ah she? b
They switched to Merck-Amphetamines
Our Fearless Leaders have
packed their bags for Babel
And from that PR tower
they shine the beacon down
upon the vampirized world
Where corpse-fucker "artists" back-engineer
their stupid props to attract the dim sparks
back to the dungheap
& now they all shovel shit
down the throat of their beloved Moloch
I've watched the best minds of my generation
prostrate themselves before the myth of
Progressive Evolution
like a bunch of fucking dressed-up rats
spreading "civilization"
Treat Me Right Lyrics
Treat me right and please me...
ike its the plagueTreat me right and please me...
All points of view
are points of sale
in the Market of the Visible
Equipped with Grand Scale Optics
Transhorizon offshore nations
offer you the best in False Frontiers
A pseudo-individual
is a resource to be mined
like any other product
only, this one sells itself
Where Good is the Harness of the Slave
and Evil is the lash of the Overseer
The Master takes no heed
(but where is there such a Master?)
Under watchful eye of the Unholy See
you Obey Your Thirst like cap-
tive dogs, desires "liberated", free
Substitu
Roses Are Red (my Love) Lyrics
(Roses are red my love...do do do do) A long, long time ago, On graduation Day You handed me you book, I signed this way: Roses are red my love, Violets are blue Sugar is sweet my love, but not a sweet as you. We dated through High School, And when the big day came, I wr
te Horizons, full-screen(Roses are red my love...do do do do) A long, long time ago, On graduation Day You handed me you book, I signed this way: Roses are red my love, Violets are blue Sugar is sweet my love, but not a sweet as you. We dated through High School, And when the big day came, I wr
Third world population transfer, no need
Fetishized, Colonized, free
Produce the new location
download it to their screen
Hollywood Triumphant
We'll burn your Holy Land
and give you virtual space
Hollywood Triumphant
Panoptical Surveillance
murdered human race
Behold the Antagonist,
on the Throne of this world
Who dares help him
build in the House of God?
These mortifyers are
sucked dry by the Druj
of their cryptotheocratic nightmares
So who will defend the Temple?
NO ONE! NO ONE! NO ONE!
Burn it down!