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Faith
03:18
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You wear that cross around your neck like your heart upon your sleeve
I wish I had your faith
I wish that I could believe
Empty promises and a dead god are all the world has left for me
A false sense of security
A false sense of hope
Searching for some truth in this forest of empty lies
Feeling around in blindness with the darkness in my eyes
An obituary unread I leave you as my testament
A hopeless set of words as meaningless as our lives
The messiah's promise no longer holds any weight
How can you still believe?
How can you still have faith?
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Jesus Hitler
04:09
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Go back to the motherland
Resurrect your Adolf Christ
Modern king of all the Jews
Ruler of the dead
You want a pure world
An Aryan dream come true
Hitler wasn't the anti-Christ
Hitler was a Jew
Like the homophobe hiding his wants
Trading in his cocks for the wet cunts
The small man upon his soapbox spoke
Not enough people caught onto the joke
Playing soldier, won't you ever learn?
Another game played as the crosses burn
Swastika's bliss is the trail of blood
Your trousers rolled high to avoid the flood
Go back to the motherland
Prepare the graves
Preheat the ovens
Shine up your boots
Your unholy war makes me smile and smile
As the bodies continue to pile and pile
A bonfire orgy celebrating the might
Of the triumphing soldiers all dressed in white
Fresh-shaved heads so full of fear
Brain-dead preachings no one can hear
Your eyes are blind, your hearts are cold
And your wasted race is getting so old
Go back to the motherland
To your Adolf Christ
Even the purest of intentions can be turned to waste
Resurrect the glory of the swastika
Follow in the footsteps of the little man
Arm yourselves and prepare for war
We won't go willingly to the ovens this time
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Angel of Mercy
03:09
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I want to scream, I want to cry
I want to crawl back inside
No salvation for my soul
You can't be my angel of mercy
No one can save me from myself
I tried to scream, I tried to cry
I tried to kill it all inside
You cannot save me now
You can't be my angel of mercy
You cannot save me from myself
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Coma
03:49
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We are dancing in a coma swirl
Safe within our coma world
We are shut down in unconscious bliss
This flesh forsaked we do not miss
Only still this planet turns
On and on, our hope still burns
In a dreaming dance of sacred pills
And we're roaming through these coma hills
And I'm safe, safe from all that kills
In this coma swirl, in my coma world
(Safe)
We are done with this reality
Will you sew my eyes so I won't see?
We are safe within this coma world
We are caught up in its endless swirl
You can die or live, we do not care
You can have the weight we will not bear
Try and save all those whom life will kill
As we're perched upon our coma hill
And I'm safe, safe from all that kills
In this coma swirl, in my coma world
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Martyr
03:41
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You all look at me and I seem so big and strong
If you could look inside you would see how you are wrong
This empty sadness that you tried to take away
I bled my heart out, still I cannot find my way
When will you realize that I'm not the only one
Your god is not my father and I will not be his son
I wish that I could be just as blind as you all seem
I wish that I could dream just the same way you all dream
This pain is not for you and I will not spread my arms
You try and drive the nails but I will not play martyr
I will not play martyr
I will not play martyr
I will not play martyr
I will not play martyr
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Introduction to the End
03:44
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Can you see tomorrow?
Can you see today?
There is no past anymore
There's only future in store
For two thousand years
Based on ignorance and fear
Society grew too cold
This hate grew too old
People die in vain
Caught in human shame
Brothers side by side
Killed by human pride
I can't see tomorrow
I can't see today
My past is all a blank
Noah's ark just sank
For two thousand years
Based on ignorance and fear
I don't see just where
But I see all the fear
Twenty died last night
Plagued by human sight
Jesus said it's right
To carry on his fight
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Pj Perez Huntington Beach, California
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