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“THANK YOU VERY MUCH”
THIS DREAM IS EMPTY, THIS DREAM IS DEAD
THIS DREAM IS EMPTY, THIS DREAM IS DEAD
THIS DREAM IS EMPTY, THIS DREAM IS DEAD
AND I PRAY THAT I NEVER WAKE UP AGAIN
TODAY WHEN I WOKE UP I FELT LIKE I COULD TAKE ON THE WORLD
SOMETIMES WISHES COME TRUE...
IN THIS CITY OF NEON DUST CLOUDS I AM THE BREEZE
THAT SEPARATES MAN FROM MACHINE
I AM THE HAND THAT PLANS TO SUFFOCATE THE WALLS OF YOUR DREAMS
I AM THE FLAME THAT SHALL DISINTEGRATE THE BONES OF THE WEAK
PLEASE, WHY YOU GOT THEM CANNONS POINTED AT ME
WHEN YOURE THE FATHER OF THE CHOAS THAT IM STARTING TO BREED?
I AM THE AUTHOR OF THE STORIES THAT YOUR CHILDREN WILL READ
I AM THE SURGEON OF THIS PLANET OUT TO CURE ITS DISEASE
AND NEVER WILL I, NEVER WILL I
NEVER I LIVE YOUR WORLD OF PRETEND
NEVER WILL I, NEVER WILL I
NEVER WILL I LET MY PEOPLE...
DECEND INTO THE OBVIOUS TRADITION
OF THE ONES WHO CRAWL BEANEATH THIER LORDS SUBMISSION
JUST TO PLEASE THE TOUNGE OF A PERVERTED MAGICIAN
OUT TO RAPE OUR LAND AND FEEDS HIS SICK ADDICTION
BECAUSE THE POWER OF A MORTAL MAN CANNOT BE DEFINED
BY NOTHING OTHER THAN THE FIRE THAT YOU SEE IN HIS EYES
AND IM BURNNING ALIVE
TODAY WHEN I WOKE UP I FELT LIKE I COULD TAKE ON THE WORLD
SOMETIMES WISHES COME TRUE...
IN THIS CITY OF FRESH CHALK OUTLINES IM THE RAIN
THAT PLANS TO WASH AWAY THE STAINS YOU HAVE MADE
I AM THE BLADE THAT PLANS TO SLICE AWAY THE MEAT OF THE TAME
I AM THE KING THAT SHALL ANALIATE THE PAWNS OF YOUR GAME
BECAUSE I NEVER BELIEVED IN YOUR GOD UNTIL I SAW A RELFLECTION
OF THE MAN I HAVE BECOME AS A RESULT OF THIS INFECTION
I'VE SEEN BETTER LOOKS ON A CADAVER
I'VE SEEN BRIGHTER SMILES ON A SHADOW
IVE SEEN ALL I NEED TO SEE...
IVE SEEN ALL I NEED TO SEE...
DECEND INTO THE OBVIOUS TRADITION
OF THE ONES WHO CRAWL BEANEATH THIER LORDS SUBMISSION
JUST TO PLEASE THE TOUNGE OF A PERVERTED MAGICIAN
OUT TO RAPE OUR LAND AND FEEDS HIS SICK ADDICTION
CUZ THE POWER OF A MORTAL MAN CANNOT BE DEFINED
BY NOTHING OTHER THAN THE FIRE THAT YOU SEE IN HIS EYES
AND IM BURNNING ALIVE
THE WOLVESCAN SMELL THE BLOOD
THE WOLVES HAVE GOT MY SCENT
THEY KEEP TELLING ME TO COME HOME
BUT THIER HOME IS A PLACE THAT IVE NEVER KNOWN
THE WOLVES CAN SMELL THE BLOOD
THE WOLVES HAVE GOT YOUR SCENT
YOURE NOT PERFECT, YOUR WORLD IS A LIE
A LITTLE ISLAND IN THE MIDDLE OF YOUR EGOS SUPPLY
AND NEVER WILL I, NEVER WILL I
NEVER I LIVE YOUR WORLD OF PRETEND
NEVER WILL I, NEVER WILL I
NEVER WILL I LET MY PEOPLE...
DECEND INTO THE OBVIOUS TRADITION
OF THE ONES WHO CRAWL BEANEATH THIER LORDS SUBMISSION
JUST TO PLEASE THE TONGUES OF A PERVERTED MAGICIAN
OUT TO RAPE OUR LAND AND FEEDS HIS SICK ADDICTION
CUZ THE POWER OF A MORTAL MAN CANNOT BE DEFINED
BY NOTHING OTHER THAN THE FIRE THAT YOU SEE IN HIS EYES
AND IM BURNING ALIVE
“THANK YOU VERY MUCH”
THIS DREAM IS EMPTY, THIS DREAM IS DEAD
THIS DREAM IS EMPTY, THIS DREAM IS DEAD
THIS DREAM IS EMPTY, THIS DREAM IS DEAD
AND I PRAY THAT I NEVER WAKE UP AGAIN
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from
Thank You For Your Cooperation,
track released April 1, 2011
ALL MUSIC AND LYRICS WRITTEN AND PERFORMED BY BRIAN HOWE
EXCEPT ALL OBVIOUS AND NOTED COLLABORATIONS
GUEST VOCALS: YAZ-DEE
GUITARS: JAKE ANDERKOVITCH
SCRATCHES & CUTS: DJ DONNELLY
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