Sometime Faces - Buddha Monk

The Living Shall Envy the Dead - Misery Index Waking up living is like waking up dead As the workers climb the precipice The queen ant's still asleep in bed She

Out of the past, fall the bodies That have come before me Following your path They're just slaves, in need of life No ending in sight The rape of another lover

The culmination of decades inside the machine, where production processes continually reinvent a fabricated reality. Inviting creative destruction for monetary

What Purpose Of Life Will Sustain Us As The Days Of Our Youth Spiral Away What Hope For Man Can We Extract Here From This Order Above, Where Decisions Are Made

Your Pain Is Nothing - Misery Index Bled dry, and gutted clean, In this maledictive maze. Assembly lines are full of dreams, And promises of cathode rays. Can I

My Untold Apocalypse - Misery Index Commit Suicide/Misery Index Out of the past fall the bodies That have come before me Following your path They're just slaves

I am the devil His world is a winter of hell His rhythm is watched in pain He dances well Tortured by solitude I bleed and bleed Tortured by myself This life is

Superconductor - The Tories I spent years out searching With all my friends For some way to be happy Would it ever end Shallow dinners and coffee Discovery chan