tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-88216922472974686672024-03-08T02:38:04.783-08:00justdavedeanAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13392684184027554332noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8821692247297468667.post-32293782286347098012014-03-06T12:53:00.004-08:002014-03-06T12:53:30.210-08:00LYRICS "NUX VOMICA" S/T ALBUM 2014<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<b>REELING</b><br /><br />There's a man who's wondering<br />if he'll make it to next week.<br />His telephone is ringing.<br />Two years on the wagon,<br />His life was back on track,<br />
but now he's caved,<br />a terminal slave <br />to the horizontal rain <br />that streaks through the recesses <br />of his saturated brain.<br />A cold wind curls off the inside of his skull<br />as he stares at the ceiling,<br />
senses reeling,<br />lost all feeling...<br /><br />Just another twist of another cap,<br />and it's a step closer to the end of being trapped<br />in the prison of a life dripped on <br />by the slow trickle of a gutter clogged <br />
with filthy remnants<br />of hopes and dreams.<br />A life polluted by the weight of the world.<br /><br />A man once vibrant<br />with a sense of self-worth<br />with a sense of humor<br />with a sense of freedom.<br />
A man with a vision<br />of a place <br />where he would place<br />his puzzle piece.<br />But this puzzle got left out in the rain<br />And pieces missing<br />Got soaked and frayed.<br />
So he cracks another<br />to drown the pain.<br /><br />What drives a person to this point?<br />Divorced and ditched,<br />and divorced from the life of the past.<br />Linked to addiction <br />like a fucking curse.<br />
Handcuffed to a slowly sinking car.<br />Sinking.<br />Sinking for years.<br />There he is on the floor.<br />His telephone stopped ringing.<br /><br /><br /><b>SANITY IS FOR THE PASSIVE</b><br /><br />The sky is turning brown and the trees are shriveling up<br />
Pollutants are rising, colliding, and raining down<br />We thought the end would be aflame, with deadly shrieks of pain<br />We thought the fury would pour straight from our very souls<br />And the bastards' heads would stare down from the tops of poles<br />
But we started at the end<br />We started at the the end...<br /><br />Unwittingly, we mimic society<br />With our sub-sects, genres, and in-fighting<br />Not realizing that our constant agitation<br />
Has roots in our need for transient migration<br />To exist like this is a constant struggle<br />And sanity is a state of mind reserved for the passive<br /><br />We stopped watching the news 'cause we couldn't take it anymore<br />
We've been a plague upon this earth since a long long time ago<br />We try and try to stop the tide, but we know we're all doomed<br />We're drowning in our own confusion, reaching for the moon<br />
We squirm and twitch as our nature persists<br />Telling us we can't live this way, we must resist<br />We're dreamers, wide awake amid comfortably sleeping sheep<br />Lazy grazers, passively placid, constantly telling us<br />
"Rest your head, you worry too much"...<br /><br />I woke up in a cold sweat from a dream that has come true<br />The end times are upon us and there's nothing we can do<br />We're pollinating hatred at a rate the bees can't match<br />
And the Devil's mouth is open and we're going down the hatch<br /><br />Apocalyptic nightmares seem so quaint compared to this<br />A creeping, slow decay of life which we all seemed to miss<br />And what we miss is always all that nature seems to catch<br />
We've ripped the earth wide open and we're going down the hatch<br /><br />The padlock on the gates of hell hangs from a rusty slot<br />And keeping that thing locked seems like the only chance we've got<br />
But we invented hell and that's why we're the key that turns the latch<br />And the Devil's mouth's wide open and we're going down the hatch<br /><br />Why do we participate so willingly?<br />
<br />A dependent stain<br />In our isolation<br />We remain reluctant, fawning parasites<br />Rising, colliding, and raining down<br /><br /><br /><b>CHOKED AT THE ROOTS</b><br />
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Seeds were planted long ago - mistrust<br />
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Our natural instincts choked at the roots</div>
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Love, sharing, compassion - we lost</div>
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Overgrown by fear, greed and envy<br /></div>
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So while we learned to cultivate and sow</div>
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We also learned to fight and kill</div>
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And the blood began to flow</div>
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Unchecked desires for power and control</div>
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Became the dominant forces in our world<br /></div>
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We know what's right or wrong<br />
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Without having to stop and think</div>
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And we know when we've done wrong</div>
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If we listen to our instincts<br /></div>
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Yet we tear apart what's good</div>
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And dissect with prejudice<br />
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So many positive things<br /></div>
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Distracted by the noise, we spend our time collecting toys</div>
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Instinct becomes skewed, atrophied from lack of use</div>
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The deadening of instinct creates creatures emotionally weak<br />
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We are spinning out of control</div>
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We've got our life support in a chokehold</div>
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Soon the time will come</div>
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That we face up to what we've done<br /></div>
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Disconnected from our normal state<br />
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We let the tension turn to hate</div>
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Beaten down by all the stress</div>
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We can't afford true happiness</div>
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Smart enough to see the truth</div>
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But out of touch with primal roots<br />
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Taught to see a certain way</div>
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And to ignore what we can't see<br /></div>
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Now the time has come</div>
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That we face up to what we've done</div>
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The final war that won't be won<br />
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Will be waged without a gun</div>
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Without a gun</div>
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Armageddon</div>
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It won't be god</div>
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It will be us<br /></div>
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Now we see a world society</div>
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Dominated by poisoned thinking<br />
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The signs are all around us that most people don't want this</div>
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But it's accepted that's the way things are<br /></div>
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And no one is normal in this environment</div>
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And no one is healthy with this mental bombardment<br />
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And so we're destroying ourselves<br /></div>
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When the judgement comes</div>
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It won't be god, it will be us</div>
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Reflected in a pool of oily blood<br /></div>
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A murky, shadowy, fractured image<br />
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Of what we know</div>
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