Recipe For Hate 

1. Recipe For Hate
2. Kerosene
3. American Jesus
4. Portrait Of Authority
5. Man With A Mission
6. All Good Soldiers
7. Watch It Die
8. Struck A Nerve
9. My Poor Friend Me
10. Lookin' In
11. Don't Pray On Me
12. Modern Day Catastrophists
13. Skyscraper
14. Stealth

--Recipe For Hate--

can't you feel it, can't you see it
the promise of prosperity,
it's overwhelming you and me
it afflicts us like a disease,
ubiquitous compelling too
we cling to you like crazy glue,
and inject such a potent seed
it's best for all humanity,
the spread of culture,
the sword of progress,
the vector of suffrage a warm and
septic breeze,
the pomp and elation,
the duty and vocation,
the blood of the hybrid
it's just a recipe
re-living our ancestry
the frightful lack of harmony,
our fore-fathers who led the way,
their victims are still here today,
now it's time to erase the story
of our bogus fate,
our history as it's portrayed
it's just a recipe for hate

--Kerosene--

everywhere I look I see exclusive huddled
uninviting shelter is privilege,
of the sane and competent,
kerosene keeps me warm,
I'm alone to watch it burn,
kerosene
exposure, is a pitiful
and pointless way of dying
before it gets me,
I'll set a funeral pyre
kerosene keeps me warm,
I'm alone to watch it burn,
kerosene
I'm a man and my dignity
won't wave,
tonight buildings rage,
kerosene keeps me warm,
it feels so good
to watch it burn,
kerosene keeps me warm,
feels so good to watch it burn,
kerosene

--American Jesus--

I don't need to be a global citizen,
because I'm blessed by nationality,
I'm a member of a growing populace,
we enforced our popularity
there are things that seem to pull us under
and there are things that drag us down,
but there's a power and a vital presence
that's lurking all around
we've got the american jesus
see him on the interstate,
we've got the american jesus
he helped build the president's estate
I feel sorry for the earth's population
cuz so few live in the u.s.a,
at least the foreigners can copy our morality,
they can visit but they cannot stay,
only precious few can garner our prosperity,
it makes us walkwith renewed confidence,
we've got a place to go when we die
and the architect resides right here
we've got the american jesus
overwhelming millions every day
(exercising his authority)
he's the farmer barren fields, (in god)
the force the army wields, (we trust)
the expression in the faces (because he's one of us)
of the starving children,
the power of the man (break down)
he's the fuel that drives the clan, (cave in)
he's the motive and the conscience (we can redeem your sins)
of the murderer
he's the preacher on tv, (strong heart)
the false sincerity, (clear mind)
the form letters that written by (and infinetly kind)
the big computers,
he's the nuclear bombs, (you lose)
and the kids with no moms (we win)
and I'm fearful that (he is our champion)
he's inside me

--Portrait Of Authority--

nothing more, nothing less,
in icon on the wall decoration and duress,
which many strive to be,
it's the marble statue standing over me,
and nobody has the will to tear it down,
it determines wrong and right,
but to me it's just a stereotype
and it makes us lose our sight
the portrait of authority,
you tell me that's what I'm supposed to be
(it embodies what he cannot be)
another time, another man,
an oppressive intrusion
and a plague across his land,
and it haunts him every day,
it tells him he has no chance
his hopes just fades away,
and he lives his life prepared to tear it down,
but he can't muster the support,
and to him it's just a stereotype
of his life-long fight

--Man With A Mission--

rescue me when I get to deep,
talk to me there's nothing to tell,
everyone, is a hypocrite, look to me,
I'll save your soul,
now somebody out there must be reading my mail,
cuz everybody knows,
I'm a man with a mission,
coming to your town today,
I can damn you to fiery prodititon,
cuz I'm a man with a mission,
follow me, when you give up,
work for me, it'll serve you well,
everyone's a hypocrite,
come to me, I'll save your soul
now somebody out there must be tapping my phone,
'cuz everybody knows,
I'm a man with a mission,
I'm gonna fly you away,
high above the noise and competition,
yeah, I'm a man with a mission,
I'm a man with a mission,
passing through your town today,
I condemn you to fiery prodition,
yeah, I'm a man with a mission

--All Good Soldiers--

all good soldiers crack like boulders,
the sun climbs up to a razor,
violins, new boots, and numbers on a chain,
all good soldiers
all good soldiers fall in line,
when they march and shout
are a spectacle,
marching and singing
will go anywhere the president says,
because the president believes in god,
like all good soldiers should
all good soldiers wait like warheads,
when the fighting starts,
who will be accountable,
a cannibal, a cannonball,
six a.m. I can see my breath
and the clay dirt
is laughing at he weakling boy,
today is the day
that I'll write my friends
something I've been trying to remember,
I had a dream of a wall
that was twenty-one stories tall...
all good soldiers fall in line,
marching and singing,
will go anywhere the president says,
because the president believes in god,
like all good soldiers should

--Watch It Die--

I was born on planet earth,
the rotating ball where man comes first,
it's been around for a long, long time,
but now it's time to watch it die
I saw a man on my big blue screen,
he ruled the world economy,
he said the rich would never concede,
but some day soon he'll be put to sleep,
I've seen the life of the forest gree,
and adaptations of the deep blue sea,
and who knows who is the fittest,
they will all soon be put to sleep,
on a plunging flight and we're sitting
in the pilots seat in the midst of life,
people on a dark horizon praying
somebody will save their lives
I was born on planet earth,
at a drastic time full of plastic mirth,
and every day I've seen increasing signs,
and you would too if you'd opened your eyes,
you had a chance, you did not try,
so now it's time to watch it die

--Struck A Nerve--

there's an old man on a city bus
holding a candy cane,
and it isn't even christmas,
he sees a note in the obituary that
his last friend has died,
there's an infant clinging to
his overweight mother as they go to
shop for cigarettes,
and she spends her last dollar
for a bottle of vodka for tonight
and I guess it struck a nerve,
like I had to squint my eyes,
you can never get out of the line of sight,
like a barren winter day,
or a patch of unburned green,
like a tragic real dream,
I guess it struck a nerve
every day I wander in negative disposition,
as I'm bombarded by superlatives,
realizing very well that I'm not alone,
introverted i look to tomorrow for salvation,
but I'm thinking altruistically,
and a wave of overwhelming doubt
turns me to stone
and I guess it struck a nerve,
sent a murmur through my heart,
we just haven't got time to crack the maze,
like a magic speeding clock,
or a cancer in our sells,
a collision in the dark,
I guess it struck a nerve
I try to close my eyes,
but I cannot ignore the stimuli,
if there's a purpose for us all
it remains a secret to me,
don't ask me to justify my life

--My Poor Friend Me--

I know a man who doesn't have many friends,
I know a place where he lives where trouble never ends,
I know it's hard for him to read 'tween the lines,
and his day are getting so much shorter,
he simply turns away instead of bearing down,
his ship is crumbling,
his crew is one of the clowns,
he doesn't care as long as he can wear the crown,
I know this man all too well,
it's my poor friend me,
a portrayal of the great dichotomy
(a reminder of a tragic history),
it's my poor friend me
and I'm running out of steam
I know there are people who are cynical and vane,
they point their finger cuz they can't accept the blame,
they live their lives under a blanket of shame and their
progeny crawl from underneath it,
lately I've come to see the solution,
and it begins with me,
but I'm so fallibly human,
I've picked the lot

--Lookin' In--

suddenly, it came to me,
a potent damage of reality,
i saw myself in the broad daylight
and it made me think about life,
I'm not the kinda guy who nods his head
with closed eyes,
I scoff at labels,
I defy censuses and despise group mentality
all along I thought that this was only human
but I know now that I'm in the minority
I'm lookin' in
now I think in relation to,
my fellow man and what he strives to do,
we fail to see,
there's no compromise,
our evolution is our demise,
one day you may find,
that you are also one of me,
a microcosm of the human race,
observing those around us desiring to belong
behind the guise of salvation,
we suffer along the way,
we're lookin' in

--Don't Pray On Me--

a grizzly scene on my electron beam
told a story about human rights,
so all of kings horses
and all of kings men had a riot
for two days and nights
well, the city exploded
but the gates wouldn't open
so the company asked him to quit
now everybody's equal
just don't measure it
well hanson did it to hester
and mark david did it to john
and maybe jack did it to marilyn
but he did it to south vietnam
for beauty and glory
for money, love and country
everybody's doing it,
don't do that to me
a bitter debate and a feminine fate
lie in tandem like two precious babes
while the former gets warmer,
it's the latter that matters
except on the nation's airways
and custodians of public opinion state fact after vainly
discussing her rights
lay hands off her body
it's not your fucking life
I don't know what stopped
jesus christ from turning
every hungry stone into bread
and I don't remember hearing how moses
reacted when the innocent first born sons lay dead
well I guess god was a lot more demonstrative back when
he flamboyantly parted the sea,
now everybody's praying,
don't pray on me

--Modern Day Catastrophists--

take those potatoes out of your ears,
listen to the warnings,
verify all your fears,
there's a world outside
that's ready to blow
and we're all to blame,
when it finally explodes,
you gotta listen up,
gotta listen to what they're telling you,
gotta listen up and think about
what they're saying to you,
they're the modern day catastrophists,
they've got practical solutions,
(know all the right equations),
they're the self-appointed righteous pragmatics,
and they know 50 ways to save the world
what makes you think you can cure our disease?
maybe it's just our biology,
maybe it's time to make room for another species,
this is the 21st century

--Skyscraper--

come let us make bricks
and burn them hard,
we'll build a city with a tower for the world
and climb so we can reach
anything we may propose,
anything at all
build me up, tear me down
like a skyscraper,
build me up, then tear down
these joining walls
so they can't climb at all
I know why tore it down that day,
you thought, if you got caught
we'd all go away,
like a spoiled little baby
who can't come out to play,
you had your revenge
build me up, tear me down
like a skyscraper,
build me up, then tear down
these joining walls
so they can't climb at all
well madness reigned, then paradise drowned
well, babel's walls came crashing down
now the echoes roar for a story writ
that was hardly understood
and never any good
build me up, tear me down
like a skyscraper,
build me up, and tear down
these joining walls
so they can't climb at all

--Stealth--

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