The Sacred Doctrine of Dualism.

Dualism is the main ingredient in the philosophy of the christian. they have seperated god from man, man from woman, jew from gentile,believer from unbeliever, flesh from spirit, and set them against each other in a never ending dual of good and evil and they claim to have the only conditions for surrender and surrender is neccesary according to them...they see the world in terms of "Good" and "Evil" and they claim to have the market cornered on the truth so they are the only one's qualified to judge who is who and which is which and that is their main occupation...they serve the "One true God" who is the only scource of genuine Love and "salvation" and any other is just a cheap imitation if it does not fall under the brand name of their god...they are obsessed with name and form and the dualism of good and evil...everthing under the sun is compartmentalized under those two headings and several more headings and subheadings to boot...they see the world as boxes within boxes and that is what their "church" has become...denominations...demon-nations...boxes within boxes within boxes...when everthything is compartmentalized and seperated it is easy for hypocracy witch is another main ingredient in their philosophy...certain drugs are acceptable while others are sinful...fighting over material goods for purely selfish gain is sinful unless you are a world superpower dominating a "3rd world'" country...their faith is based on the presupposition that god required blood for the remisssion of sins so bloodshed, namely law and punishment and the rewards of heaven or damnation of hell is the main pillar of their faith leading to fear, guilt, and condemnation...their maniacle dualism seems to have bred into them a propensity for war...the old testament is a documentation of the history of the tribes of isreal and their zionistic conquests of the promised land, control and possession of land...most of their hyms are some variation of a battle cry or a proclamation of surrender...they are constantly fighting for the faith and taking a stand on issues and warring against the enemy...they even are at war within themselves...they constantly battle btwn. flesh and spirit...surrendering their will and giving their heart to god are the main tenants of their faith...they have a herd mentality that requires the aid of a shephard to lead them.

Yawhway and Uncle Sam.

Uncle Sam wants you!

Join the Army

Cash in on genocide.

Make peace with God

salute the flag

and bow down to the Devil.

He's spreading his disease 

in nations overseas

be a soldier for the cause

take over their land and make them obey

all of our statutes and laws

Regret only that you have one life to give

although there is many to take

there is no greater love than to lay your soul down

for Yawhway and Uncle Sams sake.

 

 

Commitment.

Commitment is over-rated.

Your better off committed to a mental institution than to be committed to something that's driving you crazy.

...Bitches be trippin.

I try to hold on...

You're just as fucked up as I am baby

and maybe even further gone

I try to hold on 

but you just fall right thru my hands.

I always fall for the fallen angels

searching for the promised land 

I try to hold on
but you just fall right thru my hands.

I'm gonna grow a garden.

Im gonna grow a garden

burn your money up in smoke

I'll laugh at your illusions

and I'll take another toke

 

I'll build my house on sacred ground

nothing but family all around

living simple, one day at a time

Ain't got no reason

but I got a Ryme.

Fuck.

Fuck your money

Fuck your status

you can keep your wealth and fame.

Fuck your Gods

and your nations

It's all just a fucking game.

Fuck your Education

Fuck your fancy clothes

Fuck your plastic blonde-haired Nazi Jesus

that you claim to know.

Fuck your guns and badges

Fuck your bombs and wars

Fuck your flags and institutions

nothing but Love can even the score.

The Choir Master of the Mind.

Music is a medium 

a portal 

channelling energy from within and without

drawing from the gyration of the spheres.

Where there is Peace

it flows like a river to the sea

but where there is chaos

a minor chord is struck

and the chorus is dissonance.

Rythym, Harmoney and Ryme

within a measure of time

the dance of notes around a beat

spaces between sublime

The empires are built and destroyed to the melody and time

of the Choir Master of the Mind.

Rightous Rebellion.

Rebellion is Righteous in the face of oppression

The Truth is Love and Love will set us free

Love is the only Authority.

Every Empire needs both a priest and a king to stand

God and State they go hand in hand

Empires will crumble and kings will fall

someday The Sun will swallow us all

We all build our own machine where we're the wizard at the wheel.

...juggling like a clown on a uni-cycle.

Here in the Barren Lands.

...they grind the rocks into gravel 

with hammers forged from the ore mined from the earth

moving mountains that reach to the stars that they have mapped and charted according to their route around The Sun. 

They drill and dig the earth and they build towers to the sky.

Here in the Barren Lands.

Steel, Iron, and Glass

Guns, Diamonds, and Gold

building castles and temples from the ruins of the old

The earth and her children have been bought and sold

Here in the Barren Lands.

You slashed and burned the forest to graze your sheep

by the still waters as my children weep

You plunder our villages and pillage our camps

you've bashed our babies heads against walls we've built with our own hands

Here in the Barren Lands.

 Empires and gods made in the image of man
the seeds you have sown will be reaped by your hand
bow to your knees and prepare to stand

Here in the Barren Lands.

All Hail the God of Abel.

Lord knows I ain't no prophet

and I ain't no prophet's Son

I'm just travlin down the highway 

trying to have myself some fun

I've got whiskey on my breath

and women on my mind

searching for that garden

someday i hope i'll find

Yes Mam I know Jesus

I saw him just the other day

he was holding up a cardboard sign 

said something bout judgment day.

There's a church on every corner 

and a pawnshop down the road

open every day cept sunday 

to buy your guns diamonds and gold

and the christians fill up their SUV's 

with dead baby juice from brown babies overseas

and they haul their scrap metal to the smelter

The Sunday School boys are standing in line

to get a gold star by their names

Sheep sheared and shorn

slaves they were born

enlisted as pawns in their game

They pay their taxes tithes and dues

early on sunday they shine their shoes 

and they pray to the lord on their knees

...their Grand-Master

Uncle Sam  your scrap metal

to build more guns, bullets and bombs

Uncle Sam wants your scrap metal

take your metal to the smelter

All Hail x3

All Hail the God of Abel

Union Station.

I get off the train and scoop some change from the fountain

bus-fare, a cup of coffee somewhere in a dark cafe

where I may... perchance meet the girl of my dreams

...though it seems I'm destined to wander alone in the cold, cold rain.
Everbody needs an angel sometimes
tonight I was hoping you would be mine.

and I've got this pain

aching in my chest 

I need a bullet-proof vest

I think the devil is shooting at me

the stink eye from the passers by sends a shiver up my spine

as I'm thumbing for a ride

there has got to be some kind of way out of here.
Everybody needs an angel sometimes.
tonight I was hoping
you would be mine.
Lonely, Sad, and Lost
Feel like I want to Die
Ah but then I get so high
at least three kinds of crazy
and prone to siezures too
I wouldn't get too close
if i were you.
Everybody needs an angel sometimes
tonight I was hoping that you would be mine.

I'll Be Your Jesus.

Never been one to lead or follow

satisfied to be a fly on the wall

don't try to hold me down to nothing 

I'll be there when you call my name

I'll Be Your Jesus

I'll heal you from the inside 

I'll take away your pain

I'll pour my offering on your alter

Thunder Lightening and Rain

I'll Be Your Jesus.

I ain't your Monkey on a string.

I ain't your monkey on a string

I ain't your puppet on a stick

you think you can lead me around all over town like a dog by my dick

you better rearrange your way of thinking cuz it makes me sick.

You best know your role

Im in control

Don't mind the time 

try to unwind

rest in my arms 

take a hit of this bong

I'll sing you a song

we'll make love all night long

Rest in my arms.

Ancestor Spirits.

We acknowledge our ancestors and summon their spirits to give us wisdom in times of tribulation.

The soul is found where the spirit wanders... not where the body lies.

My ribs cage a bird preparing to fly... Into the Sun.

Drops of rain fall from heavy clouds and soak into the ground

watering the lilies

quenching the thirst of the damned

as the flowers and the trees reach up toward the sky

Evaporation is Completion.

Gray Matter.

Gray matter

empty and full

storm clouds and brain waves

Day-dreams, Nightmares and Premonitions

Confessions, Laments and battle crys

Prayers of the Damned

Death Songs of the Martyrs

Their blood cries out from the ground

Wailing from beneath the alter

REDEMPTION

While the goats watch from afar...

Reduced to slaves, beggars, scavengers and theives...

 Men. 

Who once stood proud and erect, naked in the garden,

 now with withered hands and tired feet,

 shoulders stooped low under the weight of tyranny;

 earns his bread by the sweat of his brow.

 He toils in the sun, a yoke around his neck, a beast toiling for his rations.

 We have been broken

tamed and domesticated 

like sheep in need of a shephard.

Exiled kings

wandering outlaws 

exiled to the barren lands where no produce grows and no water runs thru...

The sheep are made to lie down in the green pastures beside the still waters...

While the goats watch from afar

The Shephard leads them 

One by One sheared and shorn, starting with the firstborn.

The Shepherd leads them 

with his rod and his staff

The Shepherd leads them to the slaughter.