"How Much Is Enough?"
 
Tell me can the hateful chain be broken?
Production and consumption define our hollow lives.
Avarice has led us 'cross the ocean,
Toward a land that's better, much more bountiful and wide.
When will mankind finally come to realize
His surfeit has become his demise?
How much is enough to kill yourself?
That quantity is known today, as we blow ourselves away.
Tell me is there anything so sure?
Rapacity, tenacity, capacity for more!
Like a dog that feeds until he suffers,
The infirmity of man is brough on by his selfish cure.
When will mankind finally come to realize
His surfeit has become his demise?
How much is enough to kill yourself?
That quantity is known today, as we blow ourselves away.

"When?"
 
I've seen a lot of things in five years.
I struggle just to hold back the tears.
But everyfuckingwhere I go,
I see the pathos that I know
Will spell the termination of us all.
Someone's got to tell me, do you see
That everything around you has a hidden tragedy?
Seeds of happiness have never
Found a place to grow,
And our generation doesn't know.
When, when will you try
To change the logarithmic face of kissing things goodbye?
When, when will you know
That human life is so short and death is oh so slow?
I've tried to make things make sense but I can't.
I'm happy just to watch them all and laugh.
And if you think you've got it made,
Just revel in your selfish ways,
'Cuz when the world stops turning so will you!
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah.

"Give You Nothing"
 
Hey, everybody's looking but they never can see,
All the angst, corruption and the dishonesty.
Think about the times and places you've never known,
You're a man-swarm atom, yet you're alone,

So I give you me, I give you nothing!
I give you me, I give you nothing!

So you got a place that you can call all your own,
But you make a habit of carrying the stone.
Look around and ask someone if you are alive,
You're a sidewalk cipher speaking prionic jive,

So I give you me, I give you nothing!
I give you me, I give you nothing!

Respectable, despicable, it seems all the same.
Now we realize that we have nothing to say.
If your reserve is weak, audacity complete.
Ask yourself again, "Do I deserve much from them?"
No!

Hey, everybody's looking but they never can see,
All the angst, corruption and the dishonesty.
Look around and ask someone if you are alive,
You're a sidewalk cipher speaking prionic jive,

So I give you me, I give you nothing!
I said I give you me, I give you nothing!

"Land Of Competition"
 
See there's a girl who's afraid of the world so she stays at home.
Also, a boy who seems so lost in his joy, he's all alone.
The camera's on them, they're in the land of competition.
Southern California air feeds them.
And they know they are best 'cuz of the way they are dressed,
But you can bet you are not welcome in their home.
See there's a girl who sits and watches the world from her blue screen.
Also, a boy who truly wants to destroy his hometown scene.
They both want to travel to the land of competition.
Southern California will destroy them,
And they won't be the best, they'll be the poseurs who dress
Like the plastic idiots who they copy.
Tell me what do you need to make you happy? Indeed, is it out of your reach?
Beware of number one, see all the damage it has done, there are so few of them.
You won't find to many in the land of competition.
Southern California doesn't breed them.
If you just want the best turn to yourself for the rest
And forget about the ones who "have it all."
Be careful of the ones who "have it all."
Be careful of the ones who "have it all."
Forget about the ones who "have it all."

"Forbidden Beat"
 
There was a boy who had too many toys and an ache inside of his bones.
He sought extrication through chemical vocation and now he answers to Jones.
It's deadly and alluring, the sound of pounding heat,
Enslaving all who dare succumb to the temptations of the forbidden beat.
Thinking today of what I want to say, thinking of inhibition and vice.
What they call straight I do relegate as I cautiously saltate along.
It's deadly and alluring, the sound of pounding heat,
Enslaving all who dare succumb to the temptations of the forbidden beat.
It thunders away at first light of each day and the simpleton lifestyle evolves
But soon enters dusk as the last surrey rusts and a new day upon us results.
It's deadly and alluring, the sound of pounding heat,
Enslaving all who dare succumb to the temptations of the forbidden beat.
Forbidden Beat [x6]

"Best For You"
 
Above us lay the burdens, below us lay the truth.
We're somewhere in the middle, and we're all discontent too.
Is someone watching over you?
Inside they know what's best for you.
Judgment's not tomorrow, its today (yes now it's here).
But no it isn't Jesus, take a look at all your peers.
They're all looking down on you.
Inside they know what's best for you...
Everybody knows what's best for you [x8]

"Suffer"
 
Did you ever see the concrete stares of everyday?
The lunatic, the hypocrite, are all lost in the fray.
Can't you see their lives are just like yours?
An unturned stone, an undiscovered
Door leading to the gift of hope renewed, eternity for you.
The masses of humanity have always had to suffer.
The businessman whose master plan controls the world each day
Is blind to indications of his species' slow decay.
Can't you see his life is just like yours?
An unturned stone, an undiscovered
Door leading to the gift of hope renewed, eternity for you.
The masses of humanity have always had to suffer.
People blow their minds (they choose to resign)
This deformed society is part of the design.
It'll never go away (it's in the cards that way).
The masses of humanity have always, always had to suffer!
A door leading to the gift of hope renewed, eternity for you.
The masses of humanity, still clinging to their dignity,
The masses of humanity will always have to suffer.
Always have to suffer.

"Delirium Of Disorder"
 
Delirium of disorder [x2]
Hey!

Life is the sieve through which my anarchy strains,
Resolving itself into works.
Chaos is the score upon which reality is written,
The timeless, swirling gyroscopic horde.
Sit down!

Delirium,
Delirium,
Of disorder

Yeah!
I am just an atom in an ectoplasmic sea
Without direction or a reason to exist.
The anechoic nebula rotating in my brain
Is persuading me, contritely, to persist.
Watch-o!

Delirium of disorder [x8]

"Part II (The Numbers Game)"
 
(1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10)
It's superficial progress, they call it liberation.
With opiates of silicon, Big Brother schemes to rule the nation.
We're one nation under God, we stand above the rest;
With mighty high technology, we're never second best.
Our specialty is infiltration!
Prepare yourself for subjugation,
Victory through domination.
(1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6)
The trepidatious throngs all fears the big eye in the sky.
The government observes them with their own electric eye.
We're one nation under God, we stand above the rest;
With mighty high technology, we're never second best.
Our specialty is infiltration!
Prepare yourself for subjugation.
Automatons, illiterates, and indigents of every shape and size
Don't stop but aid this cruel crusade, participate in their own demise.
We're one nation under God, we stand above the rest;
With mighty high technology, we're never second best.
Our specialty is infiltration!
So pack your bags you third-world nation,
Victory through domination.

"What Can You Do?"
 
So you waste another day getting older and gray in the head,
And you're hearing lots of stories 'bout the happy time you have ahead.
There are other folks in power so you kick back and get farther behind,
And although the world rotates itself the only thing you twist is your mind.

You see, the world's falling apart at the rifts,
And surprisingly, the leaders can't make any sense of it.
You mean nothing to the world, we're all someone else's fool,
But oh, what can you do?

"Yeah you waste your time with losers if you get stuck in a rock-n-roll band."
Do you find it more rewarding to compete with morons throughout this land?
They seem to be in power so I'll kick back and get farther behind.
And I watch them as they fuck up every good thing on this earth with their "minds."

You see, the world's falling apart at the rifts,
And surprisingly, the leaders can't make any sense of it.
You mean nothing to the world, we're all someone else's fool,
But oh, what can you do?

Yeah you waste another day getting older and gray in the head,
And we're hearing lots of stories 'bout the happy time we have ahead.
The morons are in power so we kick back and get farther behind,
And we watch them as they fuck up every good thing on this earth with their "minds."

You see, the world's falling apart at the rifts,
And surprisingly, the leaders can't make any sense of it.
We mean nothing to the world, merely someone else's fool,
But oh, what can you do?
I said, oh, what can you do?
Go!