"Recipe For Hate"
 
can't you feel it can't you see it
the promise of prosperity
it's overwhelming you and me
it afflicts us like a disease
ubiquitous compelling too
we cling to you like crazy glue
and inject such a potent seed
it's best for all humanity
the spread of culture
the sword of progress
the vector of suffrage
a warm and septic breeze
the pomp and elation
the duty and vocation
the blood of the hybrid
it's just a recipe
re-living our ancestry
the frightful lack of harmony
our fore-fothers who led the way
their victims are still here today
now it's time to erase the story
of our bogus fate
our history as it's portrayed
it's just a recipe for hate

"Kerosene"
 
everywhere I look I see exclusive huddled uninviting
shelter is a privilege of the sane and competent

kerosene keeps me warm
I'm alone to watch it burn
kerosene

exposure is a pitiful and pointless way of dying
before it gets me I'll build a funeral pyre

kerosene keeps me warm
I'm alone to watch it burn
kerosene

i'm a man and my dignity won't wave
Tonight buildings rage!

kerosene keeps me warm
feels so good to watch it burn
kerosene

kerosene keeps me warm
I'm alone to watch it burn
kerosene

kerosene keeps me warm
feels so good to watch it burn
kerosene
[to fade]

"American Jesus"
 
I don't need to be a global citizen,
'Cuz I'm blessed by nationality.
I'm member of a growing populace,
We enforce our popularity.
There are things that seem to pull us under and,
There are things that drag us down.
But there's a power and a vital presence,
It's lurking all around.

We've got the American Jesus,
See him on the interstate.
We've got the American Jesus,
He helped build the President's estate.

I feel sorry for the Earth's population,
'Cuz so few live in the U.S.A.
At least the foreigners can copy our morality,
They can visit but they cannot stay.
Only precious few can garner our prosperity,
It makes us walk with renewed confidence.
We got a place to go when we die,
And the architect resides right here.

We've got the American Jesus,
Bolstering national faith.
We've got the American Jesus,
Overwhelming millions every day.

He's the farmer's barren fields, (In God)
The force the army wields, (We trust)
Expressions on the faces of the starving millions, (Because He's one of us)
The power of the man, (Break down)
He's the fuel that drives the Klan, (Cave in)
He's the motive and the conscience of the murderer, (We can redeem your sins)
He's the preacher on T.V., (Strong heart)
The false sincerity, (Clear mind)
The form letter that's written by the big computers, (And infinitely kind)
The nuclear bombs, (You lose)
The kids with no moms, (We win)
And I'm fearful that he's inside me... (He is our champion)

We've got the American Jesus
See him on the interstate
We've got the American Jesus
Exercising his authority
We've got the American Jesus
Bolstering national faith
We've got the American Jesus
Overwhelming millions every day

One nation, under God...

"Portrait Of Authority"
 
Nothing more
Nothing less
An icon on the wall
Decoration and duress
That which many
Strive to be
It's the marble statue
Starring over me

And nobody has the will to tear it down
It determines wrong and right
But to me it's just a stereotype
And it makes us lose our sight

The Portrait of Authority
Portrait of Authority
You tell me that's what I'm supposed to be
Portrait of Authority

You tell me that's what I'm supposed to be!

Another time
Another man
An oppressive intrusion
And a plague across his land
And it haunts
Him every day
It tells him he has no chance
His hopes just fade away

And he lives his life prepared to tear it down
But he can't muster the support
And to him it's just a stereotype
Of his life-long fight

The Portrait of Authority
Portrait of Authority
It embodies what he cannot be
Portrait of Authority

It's what he cannot be!

The Portrait of Authority!
Portrait of Authority

Portrait of Authority!

"Man With A Mission"
 
Rescue me
When I get too deep
Talk to me
There's nothing to tell
Everyone
Is a hypocrite
Look to me
I'll save your soul

Now somebody out there must be reading my mail
'Cause everybody knows...

Follow me
When you give up
Work for me
It'll serve you well
Everyone
Is a hypocrite
Come to me
I'll save your soul

Now somebody out there must be tapping my phone
'Cause everybody knows

I'm a man with a mission
I'm gonna fly you away
High above the noise and competition
I'm a man with a mission

Now somebody out there must be reading my mail
'Cause everybody knows

I'm a man with a mission
Passing through your town today
I condemn you to fiery perdition
I'm a man with a mission

"All Good Soldiers"
 
All good soldiers crack like boulders
The sun climbs up to a razor,
Violins, new boots, and numbers on a chain
All good soldiers

All good soldiers fall in line
When they march and shout
All good soldiers are a spectacle
Marching and singing
Will go anywhere the president says
Because the president believes in God
Like all good soldiers should

All good soldiers wait like warheads
When the fighting starts who will be
Accountable, a cannibal, a cannonball
All good soldiers, all good soldiers

All good soldiers fall in line
When they march and shout
All good soldiers are respectible
Marching and singing
Will go anywhere the president says
Because the president believes in God
Like all good soldiers should

It's 6 AM I can see my breath
And the clay dirt is laughing at a weakling boy
Today is the day
That I'll write my friends
It's something I've been trying to remember
I had a dream of a wall
That was twenty-one stories tall
All...

All good soldiers fall in line
When they march and shout
All good soldiers are a spectacle
Marching and singing
Will go anywhere the president says
Because the president believes in God
Like all good soldiers should
 

"Watch It Die"
 
I was born on planet earth
the rotating ball where man comes first
it's been around for a long, long time
but now it's time to watch it die

I saw a man on my big blue screen
he ruled the world economy
he said the rich would never concede
but some day soon he'll be put to sleep

I've seen the life of the forest green
and adaptations of the deep blue seas
and who knows who is the fittest
they will all soon be put to rest

On a plunging flight and we're sitting
in the pilots seat in the midst of life
people on a dark horizon praying
somebody will save their lives

I was born on planet earth
at a drastic time full of plastic mirth
and everyday I've seen increasing signs
and you would too if you'd opened your eyes
you had a chance you did not try
so now it's time to watch it die

"Struck A Nerve"
 
there's an old man on a city bus holding a candy cane
and it isn't even christmas
he sees a note in the obituary that his last friend has died
there's an infant clinging to his overweight mother in the cold
as they go to shop for cigarettes
as she spends her last dollar on a bottle of vodka for tonight

and I guess it struck a nerve
like I had to squint my eyes
you can never get out of the line of sight
like a barren winter day
or a patch of unburned green
like a tragic real dream
I guess it struck a nerve

every day I wander in negative disposition
as I'm bombarded by superlatives
realizing very well that I am not alone
introverted I look to tomorrow for salvation
but I'm thinking altruistically
and a wave of overwhelming doubt turns me to stone

and I guess it struck a nerve
sent a murmur through my heart
we just haven't got time to crack the maze
like a magic speeding clock
or a cancer in our cells
a collision in the dark
I guess it struck a nerve

I try to close my eyes
but I cannot ignore the stimuli
if there's a purpose for us all
it remains a secret to me
don't ask me to justify my life

'cause I guess it struck a nerve
like I had to squint my eyes
you can never get out of the line of sight
like a magic speeding clock
or a cancer in our cells
a collision in the dark
I guess it struck a nerve

"My Poor Friend Me"
 
I know a man who doesn't have many friends
I know a place he lives where trouble never ends
I know it's hard for him to read 'tween the lines
And his days are getting so much shorter

He simply turns away, ends up on bitter ground
His world is crumbling, his ship is weighted down
He doesn't care as long as he can wear the crown
I know this man all too well

It's my poor friend me
A portrayal of the great dichotomy (great dichotomy)
It's my poor friend me
And I'm running out of steam

I know there are people who are cynical and vane
They point their finger 'cause they can't accept the blame
They live their lives under a blanket of shame
And their progeny crawl from underneath it

Lately I've come to see the solution
And it begins with me
But I'm so fallibly human
I've picked the lock but will not turn the key

Are people running scared? We live, breed, and die
All to a world where time is slipping on by
We have solutions but don't even try
And I feel I know just who to blame

It's my poor friend me
A reminder of a tragic history (tragic history)
It's my poor friend me
And I'm running out of steam!

"Lookin' In"
 
suddenly, it came to me
a potent dosage of reality
i saw myself in the broad daylight
and it made me think
about life
im not the kinda guy
who nods his head
with closed eyes
i scoff at labels
i defy censuses
and despise group mentality
all along i through
that this was only human
but i know now that
i'm in the minority
i'm lookin' in
now i think in relation to
my fellow man
and what strives to do we fail to see
theres no compromise
our evolution
is our demise
one day you may find
that you are also one of me
a micrososm
of the human race
observing those around us
desiring to belong
behing the guise of salvation
we suffer along the way