Third World Genocide Music by John Connely Lyrics by John Connely They come to rule and not by chance Aided by bloodied lance No elections needed here Such things mundane are not their way A thousand rivlas lying dead And their families starved, decayed No relief by foreign aid A poisoned dagger is their way Goverment by those who kill And then collect from U.N. tills They live on aid and ask for more When all it does is pay for war So carefree Your killing spree I must be blind I can't see Tell me what is human life worth The skied cry bloody tears Price of Freedom Music by John Connelly Lyrics by John Connelly Find a maddened hypocritic holy man to heed Hear only the words that you want to Deny that you are led by a psuchotic need To destroy anything that offends you Pay the price of freedom Leave three thousand lying dead upon our streets Use our freedoms to strike at our core Rejoice in the results of your desperate killing spree Object when we react with all our war As warplanes fly above and tanks roll through your flattened homes You wonder how you could be so misled Hear survivors grieve and listen to the wounded moan Next time try peacefull approach instead Human Wreckage Music by John Connelly Lyrics by John Connelly Across the globe hatreds stir the beast within Another war for holy causes seems a sin Letting loose hate your book says to abhor I don't think your God approves of holy war All these religions they say don't kill But they've shed more blod and made more victims In a world led by God's bugoted fools An endless stream of martyrs charging to their doom So in seven days God created all things And on the eight man was killing in his name Tell me God what did you have in mind When you let man turn against his own kind Holy man or holy terror who can choose Saving souls bu killing what a sad misuse The propeth's words are written nw in blood red And all his flock are killing until they are dead Any injustice they have suffered is erased By the blood of hapless victims they have shed Led by those intent on hatred war and sin Justified by twisting holy words intent Living Hell Music by John Connelly Lyrics by John Connelly Taking in all I can see I can't see what's ahead and I don't want to see whats lying behind No way out no way to stay My reason is blind my reason is blind yeah Always claim the road revenge But the cry for vengence only seems to lead to spilling more blood Who can say how it began What rellay counts is that nobody can say how it will end You live in hell - You created hell I ask you why, you say - I don't know All your books they speak of peace But, murder and death seems to be the only things you want done Must be something out of Kafka's dreams Making men killing machines Whose only goal is to add to the rising body cound You claim to kill in the name of God For a God of peace he seems to revel in the seasons og blood Never think abou the end it is easier to hate than to live on in peace Unleashing a violent range You don't seem to mind and you don't seem to need a good reason why Looking for someone to hate I see these lives I see to many lives wasted this way All your leaders they are the same Not one seeks peace not one seeks peace Whine and Cheese Music by John Connelly Lyrics by John Connelly Don't do sports, can't get girls It seems like such an unfair world My friends play online D&D We are the ones that people call geeks I'm going to sit here and whine I'm going to whine about how my life stinks I'm going to sit here and whine I'm going to whine about how my life stinks Would you like some cheese with that whine We sit around, complain Whining alway all our days Just don't like anything I'm just to anal-retentive I'm just an object of pity Why can't the world change to fit me Maybe I woudn't be an outcast If I'd drop the attitude at last Defiled Innocence Music by Dan Lilker Lyrics by John Connelly A nighmare rises from the holy places Daring to sin against its ways An evil impulse rises to the fore And deadly silence from those above Bow down on your knees Who is this man before us Predator of innocence Wrapped in the robes of the church Sick men destroy lives And silence from the prelates Shuffled from state to state Moving abomination Another proof your god is a dead word When it comes to those who claim to serve When suffering countenanced is the way What does it mean when bishops say amen Now the victims breaking their silence Bishops and Cardinals are keeping theirs Will money wash away all of the stains That these men have brought to Churc's state Exoskeletal Music by Dan Lilker - John Connelly Lyrics by John Connelly Building wealth on the backs of the poor Making delas in sleazy smoky rooms Politicnas lining feathered beds Turn around and tax us to our deaths We're living in a slave state The left and right working in tune Making sure they're the only two Sharing power corruption greed and wealth Keeping it all held tightly to their cheasts Children smuggling guns into their scools Teachers barred from enfrorcing any rules Liars causing racila conflicts wars And keep the poor set dirmly in their line Discharged Reason Music by Dan Lilker - John Connelly Lyrics by John Connelly - Joe Interlande You always talk about yourself in contradiction Stuck in reeking and verbosal consciousness distincyion Help yourself and try to rationalize The keys to change are held within your mind Back when we've started from lost in concentration You've got to stop and open up your eyes You tell me which side of the fight the guilt's on I'll tell you which side you'll find me on Tell me everything that's wrong with your life Is my fault becase I'm white I don't buy into this assumed fault Or slavery's wrongs layed at my door Screw your lawsuits forty acres and your mule If you think I owe towards that you are such the fool Stop blaimg everything on discrimination ANd take a long hard close look at yourself Waste your time playing blame the man games Get off your ass's and get yourslef in the game This isnt eacism at it's ugly worst It's asking what you've done to help yourself first Fractured Minds Music by John Connelly Lyrics by John Connelly A state of mind, mine is most unkind Another here is sharing my space Locked within this same human skin Another voice is sharing my throat We are here stuck inside this head Taking turns wondering who is real This is not a future of a life Another day don't tell me it's a page When everyday the book is not the same My life is a series of snapshots But never once is the order the same One voice here inside my head How long will it be the same Another lie made unto myself Play the game according to whose rules? Tell me you'll relieve me of my sins And leave me whole but not the same Taking one chosen from the rest Tell me how does he pass your test Fractured minds, relieve me of their pain What am I, don't leave us for the dead A state of mind I have more of these Don't say that I'm just disease The Hockey Song (Or, Message to a Late Night DJ) Music by Jogn Connelly Lyrics by John Connelly The Ducks played really well, for the Cup They swept the Detoit Red Wings you fuck Did you even watch a game, you suck The ass of Jersey devils fans `cause you're a fucking asshole! Eroded Liberty Music by Dan Lilker Lyrics by John Connelly Welcome to the age of an American Empire Not a day will pass when bombs don't seem to fly Screem about the rights of victims and their pain But your actions are where the case lay Don't like what we have done - We're not the only ones Before you raise your rage - Look closely at your past Algeria and Viet Nam - Africa the Middle East English ships and the slave tared - Now tell me who's the beast European leaders wringing their own hands Set aside as powers in the Holy Land To Eurpe we are lacikng sophistication Are we another shitty little country Don't like what we have - We're not the only ones Before your rage - Look closely at your past South East Asia and India Aztec Mayan and Incan worlds Chinese hooked on opium Sacrificed for the Old Worlds ways Beliefe in the empire covers them in cloth Forget theis powers and morals for the part History shows us this has always been our harm When we put up with this and the UN in charge Don't like what we have done - We're not the only ones Before your riase your rage - Look closley at your past America your enemy to hear your leader tell But for your own demands You need our power as well Long Haired Asshole Music by John Connely Lyrics by John Connelly Me and buddy Joe were hanging out in a bar the other night And we got into this little argument with some people with short hair And they called us bunch of long haired assholes I thought that was kind of unfair Well people with short hair and business suits They caused the S&L disaster We'll be paying for that for the rest of our lives But I'm long haired asshole I'm long haired asshole Well people with short hair and bussiness suits They run the CIA They break the laws they're suppose to protect And people with short hair and business suits They run organized crime They dress real neat and smell real sweet But I'm a long haired asshole I'm long haired asshole Well people with short hair and business suits Are responsible for all these disasters But that don't change the way they talk Lord, I'm still a long haired asshole I'm a long haired asshole Glenn's Song Music by Glenn Evans Lyrics by John Connelly Lead Guitars by Anthony Bramante You held my heart in your own hand when we first met I can't believe I ever loved you Then I learned waht you had done with my whole life I can't believe I ever loved you Now watch me go on my own way I didn't ever think to stop and wonder why All those times you conld'nt meet me I never wanted to be the other man But that is just what you have made me Now watch me go on my own way I don't think we'll meet another day You tried to sind your hooks in me After I thought I was over you Couldn't it be the shattered memories of my dreams I can't deny I ever loved you But, even blind men can see with their own hearts When betrayal open their eyes Now watch me go my own way I don't think we will meet again