pay no mind to this nonsense

[taskmaster]

TODAY'S EMPIRES, TOMORROW'S ASHES

The tangled webs they weave span from Pine to Ruby Ridge, way back from Shay's defeat on up to Gustafsen (now cue the ass parade of ditto-heads and commissars and pricks to drown out this faintest threat of commie faggot heretics). Conclusion: the nail that sticks up gets hammered down and the master's finest tools are found slack-jawed and placid amidst the cacophony of screaming billboards and Disney-fied history. Sometimes the ties that bind are strange: no justice shines upon the cemetery plots marked Hampton, Weaver or Anna-Mae where Federal Bureaus and Fraternal Orders have cast their shadows; permanent features built into these borders. But undercover of the customary gap we find between History and Truth, the Founding Fathers bask in the rocket's blinding red glare. The bombs bursting in air. One nation. Indivisible? The truth is when the back-country learned of ratification the People had a coffin painted black and solemnly borne in funeral procession, they buried it deep in the earth as an emblem of the dissolution and internment of their Publick Liberty. Someday, somewhere, today's empires are tomorrow's ashes.
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"The Great American Going Out of Busines Sale"

We were raised to be just what we are in case you didn't know
If I offered up to you some proof would you let your anger show
Or would you let your mind to sleep kept warm by simple novelties
A history that's really not your own
Is freedom just a privilege of hatred guaranteed
Is compassion just a second thought of hope brought to it's knees
Can dignity see fit to work past all it doesn't want to see?
Seven guns for degradation
Three cheers for cruel tradition
Red, white and black eyes forever
Somewhere south of respect tonight
This tension's wrapped up nice and tight
The static's felt but never makes a sound
A man finds nothing left to eat
Another sells his body for a place to sleep
As klansmen flood a conference hall downtown
This T.V. has the answers, let fashion have your eyes
This job is your achievement, this bible your pride
Can dignity see fit to try and fix what it knows fear can't hide
Seven guns for degradation
Three cheers for cruel tradition
Red, white and black eyes forever
I think of a story my father told me about a fella he knew in the army
The pentagon traded him checks for both his legs
"Fuck the States" was the last thing father heard he had said
Still it's said that this war was won
Well, I refuse to be another dead nation's bastard son
I have eyes that see, I have a mind that thinks
I have a mouth that speaks and god damn it will
Beacause I've had enough of all this shit about
"making do" "Playing ball" "the way things are" and "dealing with it"
Mixing pop and politics, he asks me what the use is
I'm not into making excuses
And I'll die the day I find I'm fucking useless
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"Confused"

skyscraper so tall said
they're choking out the sun
and we're all so paranoid of everyone
there's no trust, no love
no future for mankind
if this life's about getting ahead
i'll just stay behind
poisoned clouds raining down from above
don't know what we're thinking
in a life there's no love
let's start a war for financial stability
this world has become our graveyard
and still we can't see
politicians reigning down from above
don't know what we're thinkin
in a life there's no love
let's start a war for financial stability
this world has become our graveyard
and still we can't see
what do we learn? to kill better
what do we learn? to kill better
what do we learn? to kill better
what do we learn? 1-2-3 WAR!
learn from history to kill better
(times 3)
disconnected since birth
success is weighed by your worth
what is economics?
its the power and who has got it
words i don't understand
progress means to rape the land
really does history teach?
circles, cycles, leach
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"Everyday Balloons"

It's more than fists and phrases.
It goes beyond life's little changes.
It's not enough.
Banks, bombs, coffee shops &
everything I own.
I can't even think a second without my thoughts coming down to wreck it.
Spirits been gone for months.
When is it coming home?

These hangups alone are cutting me down, hurting my ears, chomp at the bit & bite at the masses.

Everyday I miss it.
I practise petty fucking myths to fix it...Just for a while.
Shelve it with the rest of me. Next to the faith
I've loaned.
I sore my throat to get it.
I tune it in & turn it up to forget it.
That's how it happens.
Stage fright therapy
is the only help I own.

Forgot who's in control. I'm killing what kills. Healing what hurts. Smile at the world. Destroying these feelings.
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"Young Hearts Be Free Tonight"

Send my regards, see my new scars?
I am half dead from all these love songs
Intro to incoming end- sing the ones that make you live
The world is spinning round and round
And we're just staring at the ground
(It's only everything)

It's been too long since the last time we felt alive
We're digging our own graves- we're damning our own prayers
And these are songs the world would sing,
but they're too deaf for honesty
And these are lives the world would lead,
but they're against injury

Dance to the misery of your life put to backbeat
Dance to the sound of everything you ever lost
(Never had, nothing at all)
I wouldn't be here if I'd never plugged in this outlet
There is a world waiting for us to live in it
(Viva Love) Sing everything you've ever loved
For everything that you will one day love
Long live the sound of desperation
Long live the stereo of destruction
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"Porno, Sex, Drugs, Lies, Money, and Your Local Government"

what the fuck?!
what the fuck were you thinking?
Pull the wool over, cover my eyes
with your false truths and you blatant lies
see complacement stares
through controlling eyes
pull the wool over, cover my eyes

enforcing all your rules through policemen and tv
you are the worlds greatest artist
schoolbooks are you tapestry
woven intertwining hate controlled by your ministry
i hold the scissors in my hand
cut the fabric, make you bleed

pull the wool over, cover my eyes
we are the ones that make you weak
pull the wool over, cover my eyes
you sick infection a disease
pull the wool over, cover my eyes
i want to see you on your knees
pull the wool over, cover my eyes
false idols, cheap thrills, fucking sleaze

Paint a pretty picture, you control the weak
you sell your lies, your drugs, your hate
you sell us our own agony
put yourself in another man's shoes
remember what its like to be
the one who hates you
the one who wants to see you bleed

pull the wool over, cover my eyes
we are the ones who make you weak
pull the wool over, cover my eyes
i will not let you poison me
no sex, no drugs, no sir, not me
pull the wool over, cover my eyes
priests, politicians, and cops
like to fuck just as much as you and me

you've got a price out on your head
its called freedom
you're fucking dead
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"Nothing To Do When You're Locked Away In A Vacancy"

shooting, fleeting
get onto the set at night
play it and repeat it
if you don't then the people won't get it tonight
scripted, heard it
don't it just sound so right?
scare tactics
the headlines are keeping us up tonight
and they'll scare us all

shut your windows and lock all your doors
choke on it

it's something you won't want to miss
Exaggerated story lines
you can?t dismiss no
if you don't watch you might die
struggles, trust me they won't subside
until something hotter
just burns through the night
and they'll scare us all

shut your windows and lock all your doors
choke on it

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[taskmaster]

A WILHELM SCREAM LYRICS

"Mute Print"

Take this record. Start with self-mockery.
A master work of toilet tissue, but the words are sexy.
To a happy corpse; washed up, I am already.
I went from a romantic dream to a wet spot on the sheets.
Give it one last try til the next one more last try.
I'm not renting this planet. It's all mine.
I could not compete with my old body.
I pushed it too hard. It fell apart on me.
We are alone, with the tranquil.
We are alone. And it offsets fear for the nights.
You're upset? Don't believe your eyes.
This mute print lies.


"Famous Friends And Fashion Drunks"

Rule one, is hang up your phone, because if you knew what's next,
you'd never chase another dream again.
All you wanted was an answer, not just to suffer. Who are you weighing down?
All you wanted was the offer, not just to suffer. And it's not the end.
Rule 6 is to hold that tongue.
Because you're fucked if you forget: rules 3 and 4 and 5 were made by them.
All you wanted was an answer, not just to suffer. Who are you weighing down?
All you wanted was the offer, not just to suffer.
But down the road, you'll want to shut me out instead. Right.
You'll want to shut me out. You'll fit in real well.
Successful. Shock the world. But you'll never learn.
People: units sold. You can drop the role.
Let's call us what we are now.


"Anchor End"

The worst writers are the ones who fuck up happy endings.
The best ones don't bother to type.

I've been writing you a letter in my head for months with no reply.
When did your interest in me die?
Take this sickening shiv I cut all my friends off with.
I lie to those who love me by reciprocating.
I wish I felt sincere inside.
When I needed you to make me needy, how surprising!
You needed nothing of mine.
Take this sinking ship I'll take all my friends down with because all my friends are anchor end.
Piss, drunks, and love. These too are found in gutters. I won't throw up.
I'm smarter now.


"William Blake Overdrive"

I will make myself, a mile from the racetrack, drag my losses home.
It kills me not come back.
And we float with parasites all our lives.
There's me with the geriatrics at the slot machines.
There's me, the embodiment of how slow life can be.
There's me. Their dead eyes are glowing. Mine are always shut.
I passed out on the road, just hours from the racetrack.
I saw Lamotta raise a toast.
He said "you got me with the right jab."
And we float with parasites all our lives with this advice: we learn until we're dead.
Be losers til your sanguine thoughts subside.
We learn until we're dead.
A falling dream's not just a morbid sign.
It's opportunity.
These days I find beauty as depressing as years beyond my time.
If you could make this old heart young again I'd find another topic to drone on,
a more fashionable vice to lean on.
Some better words to speak on that escaped my younger form.
But there's me with the geriatrics at the slot machines.
There's me. The embodiment of how slow life can be.
There's me. Short of imposing, please be involved.
Can I stop imploding at every obstacle thrown on me?
Imply this is only a prettier glimpse of a life so ugly that's mine


"Brand New Me, Same Shitty You"

Catch me. I'm a wreck who let my conscience down.
I bet the animals sleep well after they hunt.

Someone open up a fucking window.
Something just fucking died in here.
It's been breathing fucking heavy for a long fucking time now
and it's lost its fucking will to survive.
Oh no!
And what's so sick, so wrong that you don't want to believe
that such a massacre is capable of coming from me?
You're gonna lose your lunch. It's gonna blow your mind.
But hold it down. Hold it down.
Catch me if you can but don't fall for what you've found.
I bet the animals don't think of what they've done.
Flip the fucking lever on the light switch.
Turn that fucking fan all the way up.
I'm gonna get first fucking place for the worst fucking attitude and I don't give a fuck at all.
Oh no!!
I don't feel so old. I'm smiling again.
If you don't feel sorrow, then I've already failed.
I don't feel so old. Warm blood's pumping in.
You don't feel sorrow, but I'm already there, 'cos tonight I've taken nothing but insults.
Tonight I'm gonna go for the middle.
Tonight I've taken all of the insults.
Tonight I'm gonna fire them back...
You ignore my resolve while my conscience clings to life.
But I stomped the heart out of it, hoping that it dies.


Fuck genius. What's an artist? Dead words devoid of meaning. Let's drop them.
I know where they can go, but your neck is blocking the hole. Let's start from zero.
Now, listen close.
This is a rip: "The scream that ignites the world?"
We're slaves to radios. We're not worth shit to talk to.
This is the pen that won't cauterize the wound. Whose plan to follow?
It feels like your own. It's an insult. You've fallen for it.
It feels like your own. It's your anthem, as jaded as its source.
The anemic. The pale, the sullen. An albumis evidence. I believed that shit.
Here, stuck in radios. No one's worth shit to talk to. These were my heroes.
Now they're all jokes.
This is a rip. 'The scream that ignites the world?"
We're slaves to radios. We're not worth shit to talk to.
This is the pen that won't cauterize the wound. Whose plan to follow?
It feels like your own. Itis an insult. You've fallen for it.
It feels like your own. It's your anthem, as jaded as its source.
The ceiling is waiting.
And you follow like it mattered if you did.
And it dropped you on your head cuz you took yourself for granted.
Heartless and headstrong. Jump right over the bodies. Life's a race. It's an obstacle course.
Hide, but you'll never have a choice when you go.
They would have noticed you if they had known, but you're fucked.
They'll only love you when you're gone,
or barely hanging on to all your organs and dignity while you're rotting in hospitals.
Don't believe it? It's not your fault. You're just worthless. You're one in a million.
Where is god? The ornament,
the holiday song whored out on reading materials in latrines and porta-johns?
Don't believe this.
You're not worthless. It's us against millions and we can't take them all.
But we can take them on.


"Retiring"

Another jog through hell, but why are you pacing?
We're not out of the woods.
If this lesson fails, could I pack up and leave? I wonder if I could.
No, I cannot ignore. I cannot abort.
No, I cannot afford to lose what I am owed.
To my esteemed colleagues, who smiled when they met me and hoped that I would fail,
forget the kind words told, and the complimentaries.
All you fucks can go to hell.
I guess I've known it all, but I could not refuse to go.
I cannot ignore. I cannot abort.
No, I cannot afford to lose what I am owed.
Another jog through hell, and here we are pacing.
We burnt down the fucking woods.
I guess their lessons failed with one target remaining.
It's back to Hollywood.

"Stab Stab Stab"

If I can then I will twist this knife until
it snaps at the hilt to make you feel this damage done is real.
When will I recover from a wound that never heals?
The answer's always never. Forget November and suffer with a smile.
Blood soaked tee shirt worn only once and left wet to remind me never to turn my back on you again.
Counting all the days and nights since I've slept and you're not alone?
How could anything this tragic turn into a laughing matter. Am I not alone?
Just because you're rotting doesn't mean you're dead.
It doesn't make you loved. You just got lost in it.
We both love the money, we all love our friends.
It doesn't make us pricks. We just keep falling in.
I can't rest, my neck's too stiff. Is this remorse or hindsight making me delirious?
With a goodnight kiss, these bloody lips whisper something about rats and sinking ships.
Leave me lifeless. A bloody whisper from your lips.
Forget November, suffer this.

A lie, if you donit believe. A lie. Thatis how we live our lives.


"A Picture Of The World"

I was fucking up, handing off the reigns to you.
I know the bodies, but I can't place names, so I should be forgetting you.
It's a cathartic song like that other shitty one and I have never felt so old.
I'd cool off and sleep it away,
but it's a hot fucking day and I've got my afternoons alone because you won't let him go.
You let your feelings oscillate.
I was out of the running without warning to find out the worst fucking way.
But every move that I missed I will take out on another one.
Because if we all get close and miss then we are to take the short end of the stick and dish it out.
Is there someone who wants to know? It's the same old shit though.
Everyone's gotta love the miserable. That's what they're in it for.
If there's a positive to your dramatic actions, block my ears so I'm not privy to it.
This karmic debt is screwed.
And I know why.
I want to burn this picture of the world where all my thoughts reside.
I'm gonna burn this picture of the world for all my friends and I.
This picture's proving now that I'm used to falling down.
Don't leave me down.
An ardent call for resolution, or a wordy premiss of old?
I can sleep tonight, but it's gonna be a long fucking time before my comic debt is going to grow.
Because you won't let him go.
Time will take its revenge, not just me.
Lost is the prospect of goals met. I'm 22 years closer to death.
I would have found that hard to believe when I was 15.
Familiar failure is all I know. Please forgive me if it shows,
but I won't stop until this beats me, or I go crazy.


"Kursk"

The voices are silent echoes. This is the hardest part.
The water's up to our ankles with no sign of letting up.
But I'm still climbing out.
I always meant to tell you that I never meant you harm in this life.
I'll have to wait until the next to make things right.
I'm tapping s.o.s. codes on the wall, but this is as far as it goes.
I'm writing my regret notes from the heart.
I never loved you, you know.
Because I'm riding a lie and I'm writing a lie.
I took a chance and we're paying for the lie.
I'm writing "I know the fault's all mine", but please stay strong.
If they remember me, will they forget the meaning of why I came so far to drown?
I'm forgetting it myself.
I find I'm staring at these rusty bolts this hatch was attached to.
My eyes are glued. This coffin moves, angled down.
The skeletal walls are brittle. The salt corrodes it off.
Your spent oxygen fogs the metal. You're taking greedy breaths from us but I forgive you all.


"Dreaming Of Throwing Up"

So I'm looking at this bottle, and this bottle, it speaks to me.
It says get off the fucking train, so I jumped down.
These metaphors are for assholes, and I'm not different. I'll get to what I mean, but slowly.
Roses and poetry; that's all you want to be?
It's not alive, and not dead. It's looking for a reason to be.
Not alive, and not dead. You give me goals impossible and I get further from my own.
If these were lies then I wouldn't be leaving. You had to need me.
I tried this once before. It's just as insulting. What for?
It's not alive, and not dead. Looking for a reason to be?
Can we find a balance, a medium?
My anger was a heavy weight you bore. Now I'm balancing meteors. I want to see you.

But not alive, and not dead. Show me what you used to be.
I was looking at this bottle and the words made sense to me, because it was all a fucking dream.
A lie.
I'm not alive, and I'm not dead.
I just see my goals are impossible and I get further from them all.
These mocking words. We buried both.
What a world without you holds, I had to know.