Death Throes

by Vertical Section

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released January 25, 2011

Copyright © 2011, Joel Day.

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Track Name: Paragon
i've got what you can't have
i've got this in the bag
i'm gonna make you starve
you'll never get this far

trust me, i'm in control
trust me, i'm in the fold
trust safety as a slave
i make sure you behave

you're here for me to save
follow the ways i pave
i want you so afraid
this is a masquerade

i've been perfected
since long before
i am the reason
i'm every war
i'm just protecting
the old ideals
the wealth and power
the ancient seals
Track Name: Breeder
you're so young, you don't realize
how little you know, how little you've tried
they say it needs a chance to be born
but not for the sake of itself or your lord
more meat for the grinder, this people machine
more sheep to be led in this same routine

i wish you'd ask yourself if this world needs another you
i think the answer is "no" in every way
you might be wondering if this applies to you
yes it does and i wish you'd go and die away

is this your flock, is this your herd
soaking up your mind and your words?
you say this was your reason to live
but you have no wisdom of your own to give
if this is the case then why, please why
do you spread yourself when you spread your thighs?
Track Name: Skeptic
i know the meaning of life
it doesn't mean anything
except the edge of a knife
unraveling everything

if there is something that i'll never be
someone who would blindly believe
if there is something that i'll never do
i would never ever ever put faith in you

every fork in the road
is a branch on a tree
the only things i'll ever know
are the ones i can see

everything that you believe
to feel safe, to fill a need
to give control to something else
so you don't have to blame yourself
you are the cult of the naive
the perpetually deceived
hypnotized and unaware
the source all human despair
Track Name: A Warning
i know what you're afraid of: the enemy within
as the tipping point comes closer and the obvious begins
i'm looking into the future as the wheels begin to turn
and there's nothing that i'd rather do than to see it all burn

i won't give in to you
'cause i don't really have anything to lose
this greater good is only good for you
so you covered my eyes to hide the truth
when this all ends i will be there
without a god to hear your prayers

let this be a warning delivered right on time
i'm gonna shine a light up high and reveal all your crimes
the future of this world will not be defined
by a spoiled crop of greedy swine who think they are the fucking divine

find every fucking one
it's time to collect on all your debt
Track Name: The Pump
your fast food art
it has no heart
it's easy to eat
but there's no meat
you see the name
the one with all the fame
but there was a team
they had a lucrative dream

you want them, you need them
to hypnotize and show you the way
the way to be and what to believe
but without you they are nothing

they show you the money
violence and skin
and then repeat it
so it's sinking in
this beat delivers
because it pumps your blood
if greed is a river
this is a flood
Track Name: Death Throes
in your life you never get to see it
in your life you never get to be
up so high that dreams are below you
up so high you'd never want to leave

in front of you
you can't see
it's overdue
but it's guaranteed

we've passed the turning point
in a prison of repeating our mistakes
we're bound to disappoint
our grand ideals through habits we can't break
i wish there was a way
to change this path and finally be awake
but this can't be delayed
it's speeding up and everything is at stake

this thing is alive but it can't see
the sum of primal desire
complex emerging simplicity
out of energy and set to expire

don't want to know
you won't believe
the death throes
while i grieve