Bonus

Adam's Atoms / from "New Maps Of Hell" Deluxe Edition
Chronophobia / from "New Maps Of Hell" Deluxe Edition
Fanatics
Fucked Up Children
Hole In The Ship
It's Reciprocal
Joy To The World
Lose As Directed
Mediocrity
Out Of Hand
Pretenders
Punk Rock Song / German Version
The Truth
Waiting For The Fire / from "The Sound Of Hollywood, Vol. 2: Destroy L.A." Compilation
Who We Are
Won't Somebody / Acoustic Version from "New Maps Of Hell" Deluxe Edition

"Adam's Atoms"
 
Some live, some die
Everybody wonders why we're here
Should we even try?
Philosophers lost in the night
A beacon in the distance
You gotta turn around
It's vestige dimly flickers
In elocution sound

The modernest chronometer uptight and underwound
Pretensions of a higher ground
Higher ground
introspective paradise found

Adam's Atoms resound

Economy of nature
the dead and shallow graves
the particles of happiness elude us of their names
A psychosymbiotical reflection on the waves
Eternal is the night and day
Night and day
Omnipresence is losing faith

Adam's Atoms remain

The righteous opposition has led us all astray
One side against the other, one loses one reclaimed
And if reconciliation eludes us every day
Then will we ever find a way
Find a way
Not with a religionious gaze

Adam's Atoms remain
Adam's Atoms betray
Adam's Atoms remain.

"Chronophobia"
 
These rational delusions have got to cease
The second hand has finally got the best of me
I'm too aware about the singularity
That brought me to the edge of time
And it's always on my mind now

They say what has passed is coming back some day
The world is turning faster but it's just one way
And I'm desperate to try most anything to breed

A simple Chronophobia
A simple Chronophobia now
A simple Chronophobia
A simple Chronophobia now

Maybe there's a science or technology
To help me come to terms with my maker
Since natural selection never banked on me
I must be an exception to the plan

Someone help me understand now
Cryogenic methods are intractable
And collagen polymers aren't so terrible
But they still can't prevent the inevitable farewell

A simple Chronophobia
A simple Chronophobia now
A simple Chronophobia
A simple Chronophobia now

"Fanatics"
 
There's a lot of misdirection, and planned disparity
And prescriptions for protecting our familial decree
And there's also a lack of judgement, and various shades of grey
But a lot people think that theirs is the only way
I will never be one, I see the other side
A false sense of community, a vulgar sense of pride
Stagnation of purpose, corrosion of the mind
A lingering obsession, a sighted type of blind

I don't want to be so static
Life and death are far too erratic
I don't want to be a fanatic

Focus on hereafter, whatever that may be
Life is not considered in terms of quality
They say "if you don't believe this, then you'll be sorry when
You are dead and buried, and who will save you then?"
I do not believe this, it's preposterous and vain
A false sense of community, a life of family shame
Stagnation of purpose, corrosion of the mind
A lingering obsession, a sighted type of blind

There is a place in my mind where I know I am right
But I'm sure everyone else has their own insight

Who are the fanatics, you can see it in their eyes
They run around and preach about the things that they despise
And they’re desperate for endorsement, for you to join their side
Your freedom, hopes, and dignity can all be left behind

I don't want to be so static
Life and death are far too erratic
I don't want to be a fanatic

Blind conviction, insistence, unmitigated

"Fucked Up Children"
 
A city sidewalk in urban decay
One boy is watching, the others all play
Inside he’s scarred because he’s not wanted at home
He cracks a sneer and they leave him alone
And so he flounders socially
His teachers fear for what he might be
But they could never have imagined that day
When he stole daddy’s gun and blew his friends away

Fucked up children, a typical scene
Ingrained for eternity
Fucked up children, it’s you and me
Just one of life’s strange intricacies

A house of profit, all suits and ties
A darkened war room, prepares of lies
Their clothes are different but inside they’re the same
Social autism doesn’t hinder their game
They foster hatred for what they’ve been through
They invite suffering on me and you
And there’s no conscience or discretion or pain
Just bitter memories about the household from whence they came

Fucked up children in business suits
With nothing better to do
Fucked up children, it’s you and me
Just one of life’s strange intricacies

And the parents are to blame
The parents are to blame
It’s a monster they created
And monster doesn’t go away

Fucked up children in daddy’s shoes
Spawning offspring to abuse
Fucked up children everywhere
Fucked up parents who don’t care
Fucked up children, yeah, yeah
Fucked up children, yeah, yeah
Fucked up children, yeah, yeah
Just one of life’s strange intricacies

"Hole In The Ship"
 
Well they said there was nothing to worry about
And they said there was no reason to shout
But I saw the bulkheads cracking
And for us there's no way out

When we started on our journey
No one ever could have foreseen
Our desolate and lonely ending
and a growing helpless feeling

But it doesn't take a genius to see

There's a hole in the ship
And there's nothing we can do
Our worst fears have now come true
A few of us are struggling desperately
To shoot the albatross of H.M.S. Humanity
It's time to bail, but I think it's too late

All my cohorts think I'm crackers
They’re embroiled in other matters
And despite obvious warning
They won't heed my futile chatter

But there's something they ought to know

There's a hole in the ship
The end is oh so near
The others show no interest or fear
Our nature overwhelms our buoyancy
Yeah nothing could patch the growing vacuity
It's time to bail, but I think it's too late

Is it possible we have a social disease that makes us close our eyes in dangerous times
But I'm joining in nicely
Or are we too aware and simply too scared to accept destiny, our mortality
Our mortality, yeah

There's a hole in the ship
And there's nothing we can do
Our worst fears have now come true
A few of us are struggling desperately
To shoot the albatross of H.M.S. Humanity
Our nature overwhelms our buoyancy
And nothing could patch the growing vacuity
It's time to bail, but I think it's too late
It's time to bail, (It's time to bail) but I think it's too late

"It's Reciprocal"
 
hoarding turns allure to discontent altruism's a grind all it's own morning makes you know your in a cell but love is just as pure as you both because it's reciprocal, it's reciprocal it's reciprocal, it's reciprocal when true love is metaphysical venal desires we learn to beset you and me we've got a special thing but i want you to never forget it's reciprocal, it's reciprocal it's reciprocal, it's reciprocal each bedtime i stir with regret guilty and vain, hoping for retribution charity's immune from my demands i don't expect a thing from the weak but you my love are measured and compared predisposed to my profane decree it's reciprocal, it's reciprocal it's reciprocal, it's reciprocal

"Joy To The World"
 
Ladies and gentlemen of the community of angels
I'd like to share little something we've done

Joy to the world, the lord is come
Let earth receive her king
Let every heart prepare him room
And heaven and nature sing
And heaven and nature sing
And heaven and heaven and nature sing

He rules the world with tooth and nail
And makes us follow him
They can't tell us why, they just fall in lie
And he shall rule the world
And he shall rule the world
And he shall and he shall rule the world

He rules the world, I said that before
And now I think I'm done
I can't remember any more of this crazy song
But hey, it's Christmas time
But hell, it's Christmas time
And heyhey and hoho, it's Christmas time

"Lose As Directed"
 
little girl's arms open wide, two ways to go but you can't decide
follows all rules, has no say
ends up in somebody elses play
close your eyes cuz you just dont need them anyway

lose as directed dont take no chance
dont end your life upon circumstance
mystery and misery go hand in hand
so you better follow the master plan
dont use your head, lose as directed

little boy sittin in his master's arms
safe and protected from any harm
wants to be a man, wants to branch out
but hes told not to ask questions or doubt
close your mind, its a book of instructions now

lose as directed, dont take no chance
dont end your life upon circumstance
mystery and misery go hand in hand
so you better follow the master plan
don't use your head, lose as directed
lose as directed, lets go

monkey see, monkey do
just another animal in the zoo
got four wall security
never even have to read a recipe
but its not exactly what you would call free

lose as directed, dont take no chance
dont end your life upon circumstance
mystery and misery go hand in hand
so you better follow the master plan
dont use your head, lose as directed
lose as directed, lose as directed,
lose as directed, lose as directed, lose as directed, you lose!

"Mediocrity"
 
I've spent my life observing
and then pondering this place
and never has confusion ever ceased
I've also heard a lot of exaltation for our kind
and sanctimonious reverence for peace
The stories from our childhood
condition us to think
that beauty is a basic human trait
but how are they reconciled with daily realities
like poverty and dominance and rape

But you have to be
stone cold dead not to see
overwhelming incongruity
as we search for suggestions to remedy...

...Mediocrity

If you just sit back and record what you see
the tragic and exquisite are the same to some degree
but most events depict a common theme:
there's far more disorder
than there is harmony

I said you've got to be
stone cold dead not to see
overwhelming incongruity
It is pointless to search for teleology

Mediocrity
(always mediocrity)