States Of Mind

I am tireless, sub zero, comin' from the wireless.
Won't be no scenery, no part of the machinery.
I go on and on, but never below,
so now you see me and know. You can check it and go
'cause I'm so bored that I can't even pretend no more,
it's so pathetic that I'm rolling around on the floor
laughing - at one big gag
and every now and then they pull another rabbit out of the bag
of sad diversions, useless tedious excursions,
roll into unrealistic, crypto-fascistic,
comedy doctrine. Kick the ballistics
again and again and again, just say when
ya had enough, sad enough or mad enough
to do something simple and kind,
now is the time
a change of state of mind.

I am a loner, a zoner. I utilize the microphone
and if they try a tap I leave 'em hangin' on the telephone.
They're wasted, so wasted, so
they're waiting for the visitors so they can go and try again
on the next step, on the next one.
Come on and get some, jet some, static,
solid-state, automatic.
Sporadic and random - 'cause nobody planned 'em.
Anarchy, free thought can't be bought,
so disregard the lessons and the shit you've been taught.
I'm saying it and now they're playing it to me
larger than life every day and this is what they say:

Kerstin:
Shut your mouth and get back in line
and if you don't like it -
well it suits us just fine.
WE pull the levers
WE hold the strings
and these are just a few of our favourite things.
Learn the words of the company song
"white IS right IS right IS strong".
Come on children all sing along
'cause if you think you can change
you were never more wrong.

No fuck that - you won't take me
you won't break me and you'll never make me
step in line, step march in time.
Well you can violate my body but my soul is still mine.
You must think that I'm fucking stupid, man,
if you think I'm gonna hang with the program,
some fool schedule.
I don't give a shit about what is or isn't cool.
I make the rules, I stand alone
and if they try a tap I leave 'em hangin' on the telephone.

One of these days I'm gonna get sectioned, [1.1]
I bet they even say it's for my own protection.
Rejection leads straight to correction.
Look out, here comes a strange injection...
They've got a drug to numb my erection,
but they won't take this from me:
My State of Mind.

The Key

Sound slips from my lips forms a word
the pressure so strong
by chance it forms a key
for me and what I see is like a satellite in orbit.
So rich in colours and detail that I absorb it.
Probe my memory
to find a door to fit the key without trying.
Death defying rays,
a unique source.
Mapped out a track cruising on course.
File these feelings unknown
colours burn a heat and a sonic tone
each to its own shade as the future is made
by burning the the past in the moment
we come to call "now",
it's forever somehow.
Switching from lane to lane,
to left to right we ride
touch the other side,
touch the other side, c'mon.

Now you see words don't mean nothing
till I put them in lane,
they go down the track
and come straight back again.
Thoughts are immaterial
elastic, ethereal
coming out like rain-drops and then scatter
from form to anti-matter.

Dope is a beat coming like a ray of heat
from the kick drum
so move closer to get some.
Discommunicated, I'm initiated
by the touch of her lips.
A total eclipse for me to focus on
spiral on, dance in it, travel on,
and on and on...

Keep keeping on
until the break of dawn.

Switch

Well you better step to any shit we're feedin' ya,
'cause you know we ain't needin' ya. Expendable?
You're about to get it.

(Don't fall too deep down, don't fall)

I'm coming back, coming back
from the funky funky bass stack
what you see is what you get
and all I know is what I jack
shake your money maker,
shake your money maker maker now
give me a couple of minutes
and I'll show you all exactly how

Soon there won't be no money to make,
no lies to fake.
If you can't set it straight
well then you can't relate
the lies you swallow
to rules you follow
the words so hollow
so see you tomorrow
full of sorrow.

You're gonna say how did it ever get this far
when all I ever wanted was a house and a car.
Now Moma's in the backroom serving up rocks,
Daddy's in Wandsworth sitting in a box. [[3.1]]
Listen to the click of the steel as it locks.
The real enemies are in the corporate office blocks.

so 1 2, 3 to 2, 3 to 2, 1
the wheels are set in motion and the job's getting done.

Time to make the switch, make a switch y'all
So step to me when it hits ya
Time to make the switch, make a switch y'all
Come to put ya in the picture
Time to make the switch, make a switch y'all
So step to me when it hits ya
Time to make the switch, make a switch y'all
Come to put ya in the picture now.

Breaking 'em, breaking 'em down
breaking our people down.
Our leader's a clown, [[3.2]
he's trying to swim but he's gonna drown
so hear the sound.

Time to disarm,
this ain't no false alarm doing harm.
guns dance into a death-trance
like a snake charm.
One after another they stand on the corner
but I won't pack a gat just like that
'cause I don't wanna
be part of the problem,
think the solution, words of revolution
to me are still sonic pollution.
Tried to make me out to be
something I never was
never would be because
reality over us
hangs like a black cloud, sickens,
and when you stare for a second you're stricken
you cry man, the signs are simple and plain
so play it again
drifting in the last domain.
When all the gun-talk shit
that you wrote it don't float
it sinks to the bottom like a fucked up boat.
And me and my posse we got a spirit
and no soft puppet can ever put a limit in it

So 1 2, 3 to 2, 3 to 2, 1
The wheels are still in motion and the job's getting done.

Pump, pump it up, y'all

Age Of Panic

My name is crash.
Sidewinding, I flash
like a burning flare.
Don't look away 'cause I'm already in there,
I've been there - wherever you stare.
I've been there longer than you care to remember,
buried deep inside you.
Now you must step to accept all the past behind you.
Pain breeding pain and it's back again,
only the scars in your brain remain
so you look for a vent.
You consent to escape what's gone
and now I'm on.
From the nipple to the needle to the bottle
and you're never satisfied,
for these crimes you must be tried.
You can't hide 'cause I am reality
your birthright is a world of insanity,
disconnected legacy
and you will never see
an end to the global savagery.
Continuing to feed your desire for more
but deep down you know the truth
you'll never find what you're looking for.
It's gone and you can't buy it back
and now your senses are under attack.
So you act automatic
and turn to the frantic
nation of addicts.
Reduced to the manic, false erratic
solemn doped up slaves and servants of greed
because you were -
BORN INTO THE AGE OF PANIC.


Now I'm going all city with the master plan.
I'm faster man and I'm about to tell just who I am.
I am the reality you can't escape
the visions recorded on disk and tape.
The rape, the horror, the shame so familiar.
My words fill you with dread and then kill you dead
Stone cold in your stride,
I fill a hole in your soul around fifty miles wide.
I'm the contradiction each time you speak
I keep you weakened, get down at your feet
I am the part that you can never reconcile
You're right here but you're living in exile
Walking in cities of stone
The shadows groan
Thousands of people but you're all alone
In your own little zone, like a drone
Working in hives all your lives
bowing down to the throne
the overlords made in your own image
anaesthetised you in the global village
now you're finished, dependent
lost in a maze
You're dazed as you stare at the glowing blaze
Erased, your future pulses in a computer
I am you - now how'd that suit ya?
Inherited chaos now instilled as I willed
and now I just wait for the kill
as they're -
BORN INTO THE AGE OF PANIC.

What's Going On

We're comin' through the heart of the webcore,
breaking through the back door,
world dance floor is in store.
This future primitive vibe is definitive
to make you step, step it's instinctive.
Giving, what I have to give,
living, how I've always lived,
so try and be alert and keep listening,
'cause I'm sick of being treated as a second class citizen.
Roughin' it I've been sufferin' for it for longer
than any man needs in this disease,
misrepresentations,
the sad collapse of a thousand nations.
The meaning of the word is vital,
thats my recital. Gonna make you think a bit,
about how a word gets said in truth
and how the fucked up people keep changin' it.

Won't somebody tell me, what is going on.
(ahh you'd better tell me now)

See, a wish on a dish or a coin on a plate
is no ticket to heaven or any such state
and I relate, the symptoms of this society,
to which lack of sobriety a wide variety of factors...

They think the world is a stage,
so they've all become actors.

WHAT'S GOING ON ?

Live and renegade, breaking down the barricades,
crashing the barriers, truth message carriers,
breaking a mould, loosening a hold,
by not just doing what we're told.
Yes the same old stuff going through and through,
people finding it tough to think of things to do, and if
the will was there and the motivation,
more people get ideas above their station.
Switch the points go further down the track,
you gotta move and that's a fact Jack,
take a sip from the wisdom cup,
and speak your wise mind up. See
the key is there, some have opened the door,
making their own time,
setting their own score,
making love, giving love to the people around them
despite of what surrounds them.

WHAT'S GOING ON ?

Fashion is something so ugly
it has to be changed every 15 minutes
but style is something versatile
and in the way you move and in the way you smile,
and I'll stress the point, time to blow the joint.
Expose the pose to keep you on your toes.
Mind revolution soul evolution,
the final conclusion to all this confusion.
Not packing a knife or a gun or anything man
'cause I'm not that threatening.

Some go the left way, some go the right way,
down in their soul, they can't see where or why or what
they're gonna say
when they get asked something fast in a word way.
Hypnotised, mesmerised but no wiser than before,
they can see the shape of truth for years
and still not suss the score
and what is more have no conception
of the connection between themselves and their
biology, environment, economy, technology
and inner soul.
Kicking outta control,
they're shootin' wide of the goal.

Won't somebody tell me what is going on?
(ah, you'd better tell me now)

And the force of course is left behind,
so the coils of their mind cannot unwind,
too see, and it becomes evident,
that they're willing a vote for a president,
or a prime-time minister,
some sinister system they've got set up,
and now, you'd better get up,
break the chains of their structure,
by not lettin' it corrupt ya.
Ladies and gentlemen this is the score as we see it
brothers and sisters it's time to with it,
c'mon so lets hit it.

What's going on?
I said what the fuck?
What the fuck is going on?

Stubborn

I'm lost, I'm lost, isolated,
I'm drifting, I'm sifting through the sand
of my motherland now I pay the cost
Exposed to the rays of the heat
that are burning down my back
I'm crawling, then falling on my knees
but no-one hears my pleas.
I lie with the demons coming outta the sandstone,
vultures strip my bones and now I'm conscious
but yet I'm all alone
and all the shit I've been fearing is now appearing
Yes the air is screaming
but I'm not dreaming, no.

Not dreaming now. No dreaming now.

And after torniquet tightens on vein
then I begin again.
Retinas burn from the glare on the wing of a plane
Now without thinking I respond,
first comes to seal the bond
with myself and then further beyond.
The air, dry, breeds clear thoughts, a level head.
I'll be no use to my loved ones when I'm dead
so I pass the time learning, planning, assimilating
till I excel and I can tell
that these mountains are not a cage but a gauge
of all the unseen majesty
they will always be part of me.
And though I trusted and was lied to by my own
I bear no grudge and I carry no millstone.

No, I carry nothing.

Fucked over in a small pressurized cabin,
a wound is a safe place to crawl.
A warm place, would I throw it all away?
End it all? The pain is so reliable.
What do I remember? Old words.
I learn new words, absorb, explore.
Fall down in the dust
and smell the rain, metallic.

When I fall I will stand up again,
stubborn boy,
disease passes through me like spirits.
When I break I will heal
and when I fall I will stand up again.

Door Game

(Opening the power of life. To be free)
Come, come follow me
Wanna follow me
So come, come follow me now.

Check for the bassline, check for the bassline
check for the bassline, check
wanna check for the bassline, and for the oneline
check for the bassline, check

Follow me, follow me, follow me
Lord have mercy mercy mercy
Open up'a easy easy easy
Follow me, follow me, follow me now

Peanut Head

Now it's time to check out the pattern
from here to Manhattan
and every motherfuckers on the side gettin' a gat
and shittin' bullets
wastin' lives.
Standing breaking heads of the youths
in their groups of fours and fives
and all the girls pickin' up on their gun t'ings
'cause the way they way they figure
them seem to run things.
But life is worth nothing, I ain't bluffing
when you're puffin' on a barrel
you don't talk tough when you start coughing
and nobody's bullet proof and that's the truth
so na bada come me wit dat big-dick gun-talk ya spoof
You won't be sittin' up smilin' in the Intercontinental
you'll be layin' out on the slab with your home up for rental
now you best seek parental guidance
'cause they shoulda raised you up better
you little bed wetter.
Now I kicks the slang in
this is how I'm hanging,
with the crew from the south
of the river come to make you shiver
and shake when Mr Morgan cuts a funky drum break
on the drum kit, this is how we funk it.
We don't need no dumb shit
'cause we never come to front it.
Grab your logic like a ball
I'll take it to the hoop and dunk it.
'cause life is already too cheap, you creep,
I best set your alarm
'cause it sounds like you're still asleep.

YOUR GUNS AIN'TA WICKED
YOUR SOUNDS IS'A WICKED
BUT AS FOR THE LIFESTYLE OF DEATH
I'D NEVER PICK IT
YOUR GUNS AIN'TA WICKED
AND YOUR BULLETS AIN'TA WICKED

Now I'm going further and further until I reach my destiny
it makes no difference if the brothers keep testing me
see the rule of the gun ain't ruling we.
Many many people I can see
turn, become a carrier, strengthen up a barrier
enforced by the media - whole time feedin' ya
sanitised images of the gun, man.
But no I'll never run, man,
because it can't be done, understand?
You're tying to come dumb but slick
to make cash quick
'cause you think it's the new lick
it's just another trick.
Call it abandon, got my hand on
nothing but the mike
'cause it's the phat skills that I like.
Part of a cycle, vicious,
which is eating up communities whole
but you don't feel the impacts
because you just sold your syntax.
Ya bad boy man, ya rootin shootin' guns playin'
think of all the positive shit you could be sayin'
but the day in the life of a gangsta sells greener
making quick cash of a cool misdemeanour, man.
I've seen ya cursin' women, lying of your exploits,
so just skip the shit
and step straight to the point.

Peace

(Breathe in, breathe out)

Water envelops my body
Joining beauty all around
Lace white forms float past me
In this new world I have found

How does nature create this
an art of love beyond dreams
I want to remain here forever
in this watery world of peace

Touching, drifting past me
Tails like feathers to my skin
Breaking the surface of water
Feeling warm the sun draws in

Blue lips glow in orange coral
Flick out of sight as I approach
Silver streams of water
searching in rocks
Like mercury, they touch me

Eject

You can sue me for malpractice
every single time I jack this.
'cause the lower I go, the less I wanna know
about the truth that rips through me like a bullet.
You feel the trigger and then pull it and figure
I was an irritant of something irrelevant,
you could ignore by locking the door or more
switching over to another station.
A towering monument to disinformation
beaming out on the current frequency
propaganda written out on the pages daily.
I see the system as it crumbles before me,
propaganda written out on the pages daily.
I see the system as it crumbles before me,
I see the system as it dies.

All I check is all I see, here before me...
All I check is all I see, here before me...
All I check is all I see is this:
CONDITIONING.

(Eject the program(me), reject the power)
(Let the nature flow, let the colour flower)

The hi-tech hypnosis
leads us straight to the late-night psychosis.
Cold symmetrical thoughts flow out like shards of ice
a paradise, a rich spice.
It's radiating a glow so let it flow, go, go
It's radiating a glow so let it flow, c'mon c'mon, go
let that shit go.

Don't pull the wool over my eyes, you wool-puller
I hear your tone, I know exactly what you're full of.
Language is a virus,
Man is a violence,
I stand in defiance,
my Spirit is my science.
I know all about the powers of social control,
so find another pigeon for your pigeon hole.
Burn my body, sell my name,
hang me high in the hall of fame.
What's gone wild will never get tame
and every blow just fans a flame.
Conditioned for the street meat and for the top
told us, sold us, they won't stop.
Put all their piggy-pennies in their piggy-bank so
they can consume you wherever they go.

Talk like a sit-com, eat your "Whopper", [11.1]
I won't be another "Happy Shopper". [11.2]
Be a good boy, ignore the facts you know you'll feel much better.
Bow before the God, we'll suck you dry and send your Mom a letter.
What do we have to do to make you touch it to make you feel it?
You've been altered and you can't conceal it.
Press the button to eject
from the cartoon frame of mind that won't connect.
Press the button to eject
from the cartoon frame of mind that won't connect.