"Travel"
 
Next time we walk down to the docks while welcoming morning sun
Well share rations of bread with
Drifters and deceivers
Know I only see this hour after evenings of infamy
There are thousands of you like me
And you'll be so so sorry
When you start to hate the sound of laughter
Grinding your teeth down to powder
And how rewarding is it just to be alive
We could have residence in the worst prison
That happens when you die and have friends to carry the casket
In the saddest procession
And those people say they're sorry when your soul departs
But they recover oh so quick
There are thousands of you like me
And you'll be so so sorry
When you start to hate the sound of laughter
Grinding your teeth down to powder
There are thousands of you like me
And you'll be oh so so sorry
When you start to hate the sound of laughter
Grinding your teeth down to powder

"A Goat In Sheep's Rosary"
 
A coarse exhalation of lungs that pray for pity
My two fingers punching the keys diligently
Trembling ground pushed my glass off the table
Spilling the blood of the son of your idol

If it were not for the extensive book collection
I would know not what I've found
This world would still be flat
Mary would be a virgin
And I would still be sleeping sound

If every word is a dead symbol empowered by the carrier's expression
I'll bury my instrument citing this incident
I'm a flickering bulb that keeps blaming the filament
The most honest telling of this boyish fable
Is that on level ground
I'm never feeling stable
But Ive got to try to outlast this candle
Or trust department to fight the inferno

If it were not for this extensive book collection
I would know not what I've found
This world would still be flat
Mary would be a virgin
And I would still be sleeping sound

It's an endless quest to maintain
When no one is ever right
And out of the fertile plains
We bathe in the fractured rays of
Sun, sunlight, sun, sunlight

If it were not for this extensive book collection
I would know not what I've found
This world would still be flat
Mary would be a virgin
And I would still be sleeping sound

They say this country was based
Hard work and integrity
And worshippin' God,
That's lies
[laughs]
It was built on murder man
Mayhem
Slavery
Oppression
Lyin', stealin', and killin'
That's what it's based on

"Pioneers"
 
Dismiss the telegram
This is no exhibition
A pile of papers that are bound and tethered
We know the end of man will stem
From stale tradition
Relaying opinions
Changing like the weather

And this will never be and this will never be reversed
An installation
Sending an open invitation
To all the pioneers driven by suspicion
The old world is gone and
We keep wishing for a new frontier
To sink our teeth in and
Forget what you thought you believed in

The plans we execute are far between and few
But I'll go around the world just for something to do
Existence is fleeting
You spend your life dreaming
The shores are exhausted
The time is receding

And this will never be a
And this will never be reversed
An installation
Sending an open invitation
To all the pioneers driven by suspicion
The old world is gone
And we keep wishing for a new frontier
To sink our teeth in
And forget what you thought you believed in

And those who resisted
Were dragged out form their homes
This necklace was fashioned out of their teeth and bones
And those who resisted
Were dragged out from their homes
This necklace was fashioned out of their teeth and bones
Their teeth and bones

To all the pioneers driven by suspicion
The old world is gone and
We keep wishing for a new frontier
To sink our teeth in
And forget what we thought we believed in

Resistance is fleeting
Resistance is fleeting
Resistance is fleeting
Resistance is fleeting

"Y2K"
 
From the moment my eyes taught themselves how to focus
I always knew this world had a terminal illness.
The plot has thickened, the plot has thickened.
You're idolizing, you're idolizing a fool.
A better seller, a better seller, for what?
To sing of razors, and having never been cut.

And if I had a choice I would not be a witness
While they glorify sorrow and loneliness.
The point is missing, the point is missing.
A better message, a better message...
We need, a better seller, a better seller for what?
We need a leader, and not a theatrical drunk.

Now my environment is a product of me.
...Oh what a perfect place to be.

I'm wondering how long I can survive my selfish tendency to fold.
The hand they dealt is useless.
A better message, a better message
We need, a better seller, a better seller for what?
We need a leader and not a theatrical drunk.
Now my environment is a product of me.
...Oh what a perfect place to be.

The transient, the sailor song,
We move along and on and on
This harbor job, with hours long,
We move along and on and on
[Now my environment is a product of me]
We're here to go, so now I'm gone,
We move along and on and ona?

"Hang The Mason"
 
We arrived at the sullen gates of heathens penniless
And we revised our laundry list of reasons to feel distressed
We don't know what we're doing here
But Heaven seemed all to exclusive for my interests
I've never been any good at following those rules,
They taught in Sunday school

They keep you locked up till the time is right
Maybe I'm just jealous of your faith
They keep your mind and body occupied
Maybe I'd fair better as a saint

I am pleased to accept your application for my review
And I'll arrange for a proper orientation
If you have a clue as to what it is we're doing here
I don't expect you to show up qualified and fearless
Blow a kiss or throw a fist, whats it gonna be?
Cause now is your chance to leave

They keep you locked up till the time is right
Maybe I'm just jealous of your faith
They keep your mind and body occupied
Maybe I'd fair better as a saint

And on that day, they'll hang the mason,
Who laid the stones for the wells we wish in
And on that day, they'll give a sermon
My ears do their best to listen

"What Good is My Virtue"
 
Hear me now, I cannot rescind,
Do you love your son? Or do you chase the wind?
Hear me now, I know where I've been,
Digging in the ground and harvesting sin,
Everyone lives in fear of hell
But that is just a threat to keep
You in your cell until you realize
The great big difference between what you heard,
And how it really ends, It lingers till this day,
The love in my heart hasn't been taken away,
But what good is my virtue?
...when no one can hear what I say