"52 Seconds"
 
I know I'm part of something greater than myself.
Don't know the meaning but I hope that matters less.
I don't know anything when I'm factored out of scale.
I know I'm part of something greater than myself.

We're all engaging in a game of attrition.
Maybe God is just a chemical fiction.
Chemical fiction.

I'm a monkey with a madding affliction,
Fact checking for a mental condition.
A mental condition.

I know I'm part of something greater than myself.
Don't know the meaning but I hope that matters less.
I don't know anything when I'm factored out of scale.
I know I'm part of something greater than myself.

"Heroes And Martyrs"
 
Amid the heat and the wrack, hot boots invested and cracked,
Poor candidates jacked into grey light.
An ultraviolet call summoning both poet and thrall,
Sweet catalyst for the acolytes.

Our heroes and martyrs (our heroes and martyrs)
Present two points of view.
(Tell me, what's the sense of heroes and martyrs?)
Which deity you're praying to?

Into a welter of night, flack rounds and roiling blight,
Cracked vertebrates stacked by the wayside.
An ultraviolet call summoning both poet and thrall,
The inveterate blind seeking daylight.

Our heroes and martyrs (our heroes and martyrs)
Present two points of view.
(Tell me, what's the sense of heroes and martyrs?)
Which deity you're praying to?

"Germs Of Perfection"
 
Lacerate, eviscerate and perforate and mutilate.
We all fall down, all fall down.
Deprecate, repudiate, ameliorate, adjudicate.
The wisdom found, wisdom found.

Clip the wings of progress, turn the direction.
Enrich the fallow soil with germs of perfection.

Delegate, facilitate, investigate and obviate.
The black turns green, black turns green.
Separate, evaluate, and cultivate and propagate.
The master's dream, master's dream.

Sing the fears of history with renewed inflection.
View the lost agenda with a skeptic's intention.

Machine of life, oh, can we make it run?
We have the tools but only just begun.
Machine of life, oh, can we make it run?
The calculations of a greater sum.

Clip the wings of progress, turn the direction.
Enrich the fallow soil with germs of perfection.
Perfection.

"New Dark Ages"
 
Yeah, can you hear the call in our rambling land?
Susurrations that can expand
Beyond all hope of light
And plunge us into unrelenting night.

A pall on truth and reason.
It feels like hunting season.
So avoid those lines of sight,
And we'll set this right.

Welcome to the new dark ages.
Yeah, I hope you're living right.
These are the new dark ages,
And the world might end tonight.

Now come ye children, one and all,
Let's heed Ezekiel's call
And bide until the word is good and ripe,
Then get plucked clean out of sight.

The world will be erased.
Our kin will be immaculate, ejaculate in space,
Before the king of kings' love; he'll snatch us from above.
Brothers, help me sing it.

Welcome to the new dark ages.
Yeah, I hope you're living right.
These are the new dark ages,
And the world might end tonight.

So how do you sleep?
There's nothing to keep.
This is deep.

Because we're animals
With golden rules who,
Who can't be moved
By rational views, yeah.

Welcome to the new dark ages.
I hope you're living right.
(Welcome to the new dark ages.)
Say it again, yeah.

These are the new dark ages.
I hope you're living right.
(Welcome to the new dark ages.)
And the world might end tonight.

"Requiem For Dissent"
 
Oratory of hope and glory, a whisper and a rhyme.
An effigy, a soldier out of time.
Citizen and patriot, you can't be far behind.
The funeral, weighing heavy on your mind.

(Requiem) Bring the dissident from slumber.
(Requiem) Raise the rebel from its grave.
(Requiem) Sound the revolution's thunder,
A monumental blunder, averted and betrayed.

Dig around the cemetery, a record of the day.
Friends and neighbours in stages of decay.
But the saddest thing of all eludes discovery,
The stimulus of this sombre ceremony.

(Requiem) Bring the dissident from slumber.
(Requiem) Raise the rebel from its grave.
(Requiem) Sound the revolution's thunder,
A monumental blunder, averted and betrayed.

The sanctimonious minions, how they grovel at the feet.
Authority (fuck authority) is populist deceit.
Pity yet another casualty's demoralized decline,
Just a victim of irrational design.

Requiem.
Requiem.
Requiem.

Bring the dissident from slumber.
(Requiem) Raise the rebel from its grave.
(Requiem) Sound the revolution's thunder,
A monumental blunder, averted and betrayed.

"Before You Die"
 
Porcelain and alabaster,
Decaying ever faster.
Unaware of imminent disaster,
Open up your eyes.

As you ruminate the hopeless sands of time,
Did you wander out your days lost and resigned?
Or recreate the universals in your mind?

Everybody is a bastard.
My world is like plaster,
Crumbling apart from pressure of the blaster,
Waiting for a sign.

And the momentary pleasures take their turn
As a wistful boy runs out of things to learn.
The episodes of yore are never to return.

Scare up some hope.
You're gonna need it just to cope.
You are the decision, numbers don't lie.

When you bite the dust,
Was it for purpose or for trust?
You'll never relive it, think before you die.

Yeah, think, think before you die.

Deficit and deprivation
In the wake of desperation.
Rewrite the morals, rectify the nation;
Now may be your time.

As you ruminate the hopeless sands of time,
Do you wonder how your life has been defined?
You know eternity can't ever change your mind.
You know eternity can't ever change your mind.

So think, think before you die.
Whoa, think, think before you die.

"Honest Goodbye"
 
Now get up and give in.
I'll crack your knuckles again.
Supplicate and survive
This transubstantiation.

And get so mean.
I want to know what it means.

(Did you laugh?) You know I did.
(Did you cry?) Couldn't get it right.
(Did you live?) Always on the edge,
(Did you lie?) Causing such a fright.

(Did you love?) Oh, to be forgiven,
(Did you try?) But it wouldn’t be right.
God, it feels like an honest goodbye.

That sick brass boy daydreaming.
Crybaby, convict demon.
Hands so clean.
A sympathetic, cold-blooded killing machine.

How did you get so mean?
I want to know what it means.

(Did you laugh?) You know I did.
(Did you cry?) Couldn't get it right.
(Did you live?) Always on the edge,
(Did you lie?) Causing such a fright.

(Did you love?) Oh, to be forgiven,
(Did you try?) But it wouldn’t be right.
God, it feels like an honest goodbye.

"Dearly Beloved"
 
Here's a story of an honest man losing religion,
Climbing the pulpit steps before an eager congregation.
The while praying came a wicked inspiration.
"Brothers, sisters." This is what he said...

Dearly beloved (make no mistake), dearly beloved (despite our traits),
Dearly beloved (I've seldom seen).

I can't relate to you (I can't relate to you).
I can't relate to you.

He was the kind of guy who'd always go right out of his way,
But more before that crazy notion leapt right into his head
And stubbornly crept into every mad perception.
I can't deny a funny feeling when he said...

Dearly beloved (make no mistake), dearly beloved (despite our traits),
Dearly beloved (I've seldom seen).

I can't relate to you (I can't relate to you).
I can't relate to you.

Dearest, in memoriam.
Set phasers to stun,
And grab yourself a neighbour's skeleton to lean upon.

Did you know him in life?
One filled with regret.
So soon we all forget
We ever met.

Do you know my name?
Sing a light refrain
For a man estranged.
I won't deny that I'm inclined to isolate.

Dearly beloved, dearly beloved,
Dearly beloved (I can't believe)...

I can't relate to you (I can't relate to you).
I can't relate to you (I can't relate to you).
I can't relate to you (I can't relate to you).
I can't relate to you.

"Grains Of Wrath"
 
Back in '83 a man came to me,
And he told me, son,
Our way of life is done.
But I was only young.

With an eye to the fields, speculators and yields,
Rotten to the core.
Monoculture whores
Entered the bidding wars from distant shores.

I don't wanna be
In the land known as destitute and free
With the grains of wrath blazing a path
From sea to shining sea.

Oh, the sinuous trails of concrete and rails
And exhausted roars,
Population wars
Setting our future course.

Yeah, is profit and greed the only conceit
On a scale between
Mere prosperity
And inhumanity? It may well be, but...

I don't wanna be
In the land known as destitute and free
With the grains of wrath blazing a path
From sea to shining sea.

I don't wanna be
In the land known as destitute and free
With the grains of wrath blazing a path
From sea to shining sea.

"Murder"
 
If you're discontent to know you world's a pile of shit,
Listen to a riddle that'll tickle every bit of it.
Ha ha ha.

Ape shall not murder.
Ape wasn't so sure.
Bad ape, you made a mistake,
Annihilation in a cannibal war.

Well cultivation might have served you,
Might have raised you up unscathed,
If you had called that fucker by its name.

Did you listen to the arbiter's beck and call?
Did you find what you were looking for or not at all?
Not at all.

Ape shall not murder,
Ape take the cure.
Bad ape, you made a mistake,
Annihilation in a cannibal war.

Well culture would have cured you
And raised you up unscathed,
If you had called that fucker by its name.

Say the name.
Say the name.
Say the name.