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Metamorphosis
04:42
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My shape is changing and I won't be coming back.
The blood moon rises up and everything is black.
My skin just melts away reveals the metal plates.
Each time I try to love, the only thing I feel is hate.
My heart is just a piston pumping gasoline.
I am no longer man, I've become this machine.
Genderless sexless hole is where this thing is grown.
Alien hate appliance - metal to the bone.
This is the conception of a full metal terrorist.
Strengthened by anger, how I know I'll get away with this.
Show me your hate. Show me your fist.
Show me adoration cause you know you can't resist.
This is metamorphosis for the great bizzare unknown.
Witness the orifice where the hideous thing is grown.
My engine is fueled by a pure unfiltered rage.
It shows no wear or tear, no signs of rust or age.
My arms have fallen off replaced by loaded guns.
My mind manufactures ammo no one can outrun.
I have become a death machine perfect and strange.
Curious yet furious, result of sudden change.
I am more dangerous than I've ever been before.
Now is the time to run, I'm settling the score.
I'm becoming everything that you were taught to fear.
I've become the reason for destruction and tears.
You've become the victim of my terrible reign.
You are left shaking, crying, screaming in pain.
Drip of bile, drop of blood.
First the rain and then the flood.
Just as night will black the sky.
What's been born will surely die. (twice)
You cannot escape.
I am everything you hate.
I am scaring myself.
I'm afraid of myself.
I am scaring myself.
I will destroy myself.
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Regaining Composure
04:49
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Oh Christ!
My life's a tangled mess of malfunctions that I can't repair.
Oh Christ!
I am a litany to Mary, Mother of Despair.
Oh Christ!
You couldn't handle one second of the shit that gets smeared in my face.
Oh Christ!
You would commit suicide if you spent even one day in my place.
I am a devotion to disaster.
Experience the commotion, it's a bastard.
They salivate, lay in wait.
Life is the journey, the journey that I hate.
And it is just so hard to believe
It really seemed the worst was over.
You don't know how hard it is to be me,
even when I'm regaining composure.
Oh Christ!
Another day, another squalor suck situation.
Oh Christ!
Another good reason for full decapitation.
Oh Christ!
The milk is spilled again, the grapes of wrath are sour.
Oh Christ!
Try to compose myself, but all hope has been devoured.
Good God! It looks like rape.
Wicked things are taking shape.
On the nerves the bones do scrape.
Patch it up with glue and tape.
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Double-Head
04:15
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You had to do it, had to drink this piss.
But that's ok, I fuckin' live for this.
I brought my head and you brought me your hate.
Seems your salvation came a day too late.
You must have forgotten about my double head.
One to fear and another to dread.
One that barks while the other consumes.
You never know which one when it's dark in the room.
To fear one is to fear the other.
My double-head can strangle and smother.
One wrong move and you'll never survive.
Devours Christian soldiers dead or alive.
The ugly double-head is back for war.
Say it once, say it twice, but never say anymore.
The friend of enemies, a foe of the pure.
If it wants to fight, you better hit the floor.
You dare to doubt the words that I say?
My double-head can prove he's not just here to play.
Jump down your throat and beat you inside out.
You'll find out the hard way what it's all about.
Even though he lives inside my mind.
He has the power to make you deaf and blind.
I don't say it to be difficult, don't say it to be mean.
But you'll never escape if you fight this machine.
To fear one is to fear the other
My double-head can strangle and smother.
Choose to fight it and you're better off dead.
It can reach out and tear off your fucking head.
Double-head is a thing to dread.
Double-head will beat you dead.
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Hero
02:19
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What are you waiting for? What's taking so long?
Here is the asshole singing this fucking song.
You got the gun. You're the fucking man.
Nothing is stopping you. Execute the plan.
Be a hero. Be a hero. Do the dirty deed.
For glamour, for fame, you can make me bleed.
Line up the shot. Concentrate, don't shake.
Pull that fucking trigger. Erase this mistake.
Hit me and keep hitting me. Hit me over again.
Aim the gun and shoot and just keep shooting till i'm dead!
What is the matter? You're not fucking scared?
Wearing that fucking vest. You came well prepared.
All those years of training, show me what they're for.
Do it for your country. Do it for the Lord.
Don't tell me there's a heart, behind that golden shield.
You were born to kill, never once to yield.
Take that fucking gun, destroy my double-head.
Or do us all a favor - kill yourself instead!!!
Kill me.
Kill yourself.
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Politically Corrected
03:58
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Political correction, we can say whatever we want as long as it doesn't offend.
Political correction, freedom of speech is something that we just pretend.
Political correction, I can't call you retarded you just have special needs.
POlitical correction, I can't just shoot you to see if you bleed.
Politically correct yourself, you're getting out of line.
Start speaking your mind before you're out of fucking time.
Political correction, can't just throw you away, you have to go in the recycling bin.
Political correction, Can't put your body in the trunk, when there's public transportation.
Political correction, you aren't gay, you just live an alternative lifestyle.
Political correction, have to burn your house with leaves, because I can't use petrol.
Political correction, shouldn't call you dead, you're just life impared.
Political correction, can't refer to them as facist, just christians who are weak and scared.
It's such a fucking shame,
We have to correct ourselves.
But it's what we deserve.
When we won't express ourselves.
Politically correct yourself!
You're getting out of line!
Start speaking your mind, you're almost
out of fucking time!
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Cultistic
05:02
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Is there something missing in your life?
Is there a hole growing inside your soul?
I think I know what will make it go away.
Come unto me, I've got the miracle cure.
You see your life has been wasted and lost.
You were blind but I can help you to see.
If you just follow wherever I lead you
Get down and worship me on bended knee.
Listen to me
I am the only one who cares about you
Listen to me
I've got what you need to survive
Listen to me
It is a matter of life and death for you
Listen to me
Need you to obey
You must get rid of all that you own.
Posessions are part of what's holding you down.
Why don't you let me relieve you of your burdens?
Don't hold back anything, just give it to me now.
Sex might also be a root of many of your problems.
It all depends on just who you've been sleeping with.
Let me be the one who gives you gratification.
Take it off and lay it down, this won't hurt me a bit.
The only thing that I need from you.
Is to obey me in all that you do.
Do you not realize who I am?
I am a god in the shape of a man.
The other ones will testify.
That I am truth and I'm unable to lie.
And when we see the signs in the sky.
We'll kill ourselves so we never die.
Join us!
(You can't live until you)
(You can't die until you)
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Valley of Broken Things
04:43
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I had a dream that was more like a nightmare
In this dream I could have everything that I desire.
Money, sex, fame, endless pleasure,
omnipotence, immortality, the finest attire.
But one by one these things evaporated,
Just dissolved without a trace right in front of my face.
Then I realized that this wasn't a dream,
In the valley of broken things that's just the way that it goes.
Paper pleasures, plastic dreams.
Watch them disappear.
In the valley of broken things,
Made by greed, controlled by fear.
In this desperate nation, two figureheads control.
One is greed, together with its son fear.
Fear was born of greed and it controls all the citizens,
That's why these hopeless sighs are the only things you hear.
They have a subcomittee, the department of illusion.
It's made up of lies, distrust, doubt, and dispair.
Hope and promise long ago were sentenced to death,
Ever since it's been a place of disease and disrepair.
This is the result of greed and fear.
I didn't want to be another one of these people.
I didn't want be afraid they'd take everything.
Soon I found that I became exactly like the rest.
I discovered that I would never be the king.
Oh oh-oh no!
Doomed to a life of failure.
Doomed to never succeed.
This is a failure to thrive.
This is the contempt that it breeds.
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Hooray For Violence
04:12
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Looks like we won another war.
Dead bodies are strewn across the TV screen.
Belly's full but we wanted more
A new McDonald's beauty queen.
On the news the latest drug bust
In the face with a bullet hole.
Police make sure the gunshots match
With the number of pills they stole.
Hell no! This isn't justice.
Hell yes! It's what we want.
Is this liberty? Is this freedom?
Or just another publicity stunt?
Hip Hip Hooray
Hip Hip Hooray
Hip Hip Hooray for violence!
Guilty until proven innocent
There is disorder in the court.
I didn't like that look you gave me.
I'm suing everybody - full tort.
God wants you to get the death penalty
Lethal injection, he really don't care.
Unless you live in Texas,
They'll hang you right in the fuckin' town square
Welcome to America!
We'll kill and bury ya!
Gun in one, bible in the other!
Fat and brainwashed just like mother!
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Dead Babies
04:27
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Lord, you know I want you, like I want drugs and
depression, and blasphemy.
I wanna stick it in your dark, dark ugly place,
I wanna show you the worst of me.
Let's make a new creation,
Just to feel the sinful sensation.
In just a few more days.
Coat hanger takes it away.
Let's make dead babies.
We could just fuck but that's so passe'
and I really wanna make some magic with you.
So let's bring something into the world
and then suck up the head with a (unh unh) vacuum.
To know we'll never hear it cry.
Bring it to life just to make it die.
Gives me a special feeling, baby,
Deep down inside my blackest parts.
Give me something to take credit for.
Give me it all and then give me some more.
Show you my love with a blood sacrifice.
Because a sexual offering just will not suffice.
Concieve the Lamb of God, the fruit of thy womb,
Then cut off the bud, before the dreadful flower can bloom.
Drip of semen, drop of blood.
Consummate this purest love.
Just as night will black the sky.
Once concieved will surely die.
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What can you say about the human race,
That you can't say of green men from outer space?
We think we're sacred and we think we're real,
And not just slag from some cosmic steel.
Pray to a God we say he lives in the sky,
Like our conditions would apply to that guy.
His monkey factory up on a cloud.
We must be high and never comin down.
We aren't sacred and we're not real.
We're just mannequins with sex appeal.
They say that livin is a state of mind,
And when we die we are no longer blind.
Whoever thought up all this I'd really like to meet,
Heck of a writer who can think on his feet.
We don't know much more than we did on the first day,
And we want ultra-knowledge in the very worst way.
We are like a dog that tries to understand its master,
But only knows its hungry and then itches its asshole.
We find it hard to believe the universe does not
Revolve around us and the things we've got.
But we're just mannequins and some have sex appeal,
Some love, some kill, but none of this is real.
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How Do You Like Me Now?
04:40
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Chemical imbalance, you know I've got it, all that and a little bit more.
Psychosis is never far from here, extremely dangerous that is for sure.
You never know if you'll have to stop dancin and duck and run for cover.
They will find you thirty years from now when the bodies are discovered.
It's not a movie, but the action keeps you in suspense, and this is a thriller.
If I weren't doing this, I'd probably be a mad bomber or a serial killer.
I'm always dressed in this cloak of fear, and wear a mask of shame and denial.
But if you want to die tonight, form a line, dispose the casualties in a pile.
This is what stops me from losing it compeletely, you better appease me,
how do you like me now?
A thin line exists between a rock show, and living on death row,
how do you like me now?
I could entertain you, or I could murder you, whatever you will allow.
I am presuming you want to live tonight, so how do you like me now?
I shouldn't have to make threats to gain an audience, but the business is cut-throat these days.
They expect people to come to let me on stage, but I just do this so I don't go insane.
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Mirrors
05:27
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We are just mirrors, we reflect one another.
We look and see ourselves the way we wanna be.
We are just mirrors, we reflect one another.
Don't believe the lie of individuality.
Our silver tarnishes with time,
There's no reason, no rhyme, no
logic, and no explanation.
We're born, we live, and we die,
we laugh, then work, and then cry, no
thought, no hesitation.
We obeyed the rules they laid,
Written by the dead, we've paid our
debts, still they keep taking.
Unschooled children, we can't read,
they've published our obituaries,
we're dead - never awakening.
We are just mirrors, we look and see ourselves.
Our reflection in everybody else.
We think we're different but everyone's the same.
We're all playing in the imitation game.
This monkey see and do show,
we're the stars, but we don't know, we
follow the script exactly.
Show me yours, I'll show you mine,
polish your mirror and shine, this
imitation is our true flattery.
There is no way to escape,
only ourselves do we rape, the
victim is in the mirror.
When we die, the glass breaks,
And we can't see that we're fake, we don't
see things any clearer.
We follow blindly, never dare to question.
It's not worth mentioning, so we never mention.
We're frightened and we're unseen.
It's ludacrous and it's a bit obscene.
Distorted faces reflected in the glass.
It's hard to tell the head from the ass.
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Two Blistered Eyes
04:49
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Catatonic and paranoid, restless and pale.
Dry heaving and screaming, ripping off fingernails.
Too psychotic to live, too frightened to die.
We take it all in through our two blistered eyes.
Medicated, sedated, we will all fall away.
We're learning to cope, not much hope for today.
Born with this disease and there is not a cure.
Everyone's infected, the sinful and pure.
Count up the days, mark them off, one by one.
Until we run out of ink and know the time has come.
All we can do is take our pills, lay down, and cry,
And take it all in through these two bistered eyes.
No, no, no, no.
The fear and
the terror
the pain and
the agony.
the knowing
the waiting
the nausea
the shaking and
the vomit
the nightmares
the screaming
the pounding heart
the numbness,
the burning,
the torment,
the need to harm yourself.
And it never stops.
Not even for one day.
It will last forever.
Until that fateful day.
Until that fateful day.
This is the moment we've spent our lives,
Hiding from, hiding from.
We've come so far and we've gone so long,
But we can't outrun, no, we can't outrun.
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Must Be High
03:50
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You believe, you're so naive, they drugged you up with lies.
Eyes shut, and mouth taped up, but ass spread open wide.
A willing, compliant victim for a world hungry for rape.
They voted and elected you their ideal candidate.
You need somebody dead just to save you.
From a world where everybody hates you.
Every peasant wants a crown on his head.
You might be wearing their noose instead.
You must be really HIIIIIIIIIIIIIGH!
So fuckin' high.
Aroma from sniffing powerful crotches has left you delerious.
When they told you they would share their fortunes, you thought they were serious.
After they raped and robbed you blind, you bent your knee in prayer.
Though the hemmoraging has never ceased, you can't see nothing is there.
Still think someone would die just to save you.
In this world where everybody hates you.
Every martyr wants a gun to their head.
No one remembers you after you're dead.
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I am a bible written in babble.
A hieroglyph hidden under the dust.
Illogical and illegibly written,
Engraved beneath layers of rust.
Graphite inscription erased away,
on paper crumpled and torn.
Embroidery stitched small and encrypted,
On cloth so tattered and worn.
You will never understand me.
I am a book you can never read.
You will never understand me.
A shineless star you cannot see.
This magazine is bleached and faded,
Too many years under the sun.
The genius whose brain is scrambled,
By point-blank shot of a gun.
I'll be a history lost forever,
A record never kept.
File locked and stamped confidential,
a dream that wasn't dreamt.
I may be too complex for you to comprehend,
But understanding isn't needed to love me.
Love me, hate me, but please don't be indifferent,
If you aren't affected then I know I have failed.
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16. |
All Gone Wrong
07:13
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Riding on the backwards horse,
Drugged, yet feeling low.
Fools gold mine, alzheimer's mind
A fatal rodeo.
Suffocated black lungs gasp
Sulfur dioxide air.
Through tomorrow's viewfinder,
Keep seeing nothing there.
Headless tale, this epic fail,
Knee-prayer that goes unheard.
Bible that keeps rambling
like we need more senseless words.
Stumbled into the shot,
but never noticed the gun.
Too late, the blood escaped,
I'm going nowhere, yet I run.
And I'm all but gone now,
The Lord is hitting strong.
Much more than I imagined.
It has all gone wrong.
The maggots wait their food
While worlds float along.
The worst keeps getting worsened
and has all gone wrong.
The plan was foolproof, iron-clad,
it never had a chance.
The death clock was ticking down
While I practiced my war dance.
Condom children never cry
about genospermisuicide.
I wish I could have joined them too
But I cannot say I've never lied.
This world, so pleased to beat you,
The displeasure has been all mine.
It roots deep into the nerves
And it twiches up your spine.
Broken-Kneed, Scabbed, and diseased,
Displayed for all to see.
The "Hate Me" movement is spreading wide,
on alternate reality TV.
Drip of bile, drop of blood,
First the rain and now the flood,
Just as night has blacked the sky.
I was born so I must die.
Should have been scared of myself
I should have feared myself
Should have been scared of myself
Now I've destroyed myself
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Thomas Christ Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
Hailing from Pittsburgh PA, Thomas Christ is an industrial rock/electro rock solo project that began in 1999. With 18 albums (and counting), Thomas Christ continues to deliver emotionally and politically charged rock and electronic music that draws inspiration from a wide variety of genres an aggressive, industrial edge that must be heard to be appreciated. ... more
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