THE ORPHAN PART 2
FORSAKEN
(inst)
CRANK IT UP YOU FUCKING WHORES
Gone for good is what I'm getting
Death to me's a new direction
But I want to make myself just suffer
'Cause shit is all there is
Wishing crazy to me through the slumber
Slouching closely to restricted thunder
Crashed through motionless it becomes laughter
So crank it up you fucking whores
Let's talk about it
The seascape melts into a laughing flower
Slathered by gynecologic power
Flowing gushing forth like arms of plunder
And tripping balls just like the savior
Crank it up you fucking whores
Dave - guitar and vocal
Brian - bass and production
Wil - drums
EDGE CITY
The mushroom cloud is laughing meanest of all
A nervous breakdown squirting right out my balls
The seed is spitting it means nothing at all
I'm at Edge City and I'm starting to crawl yeah
The ashen necklace of a painted face weeps
Subconsciously I want to drown in the streets
Depression's going to take the edge off of me
I'm peaking now but wait 'til quarter to three
I'm all fucked up and I don't care
Fatal nihilistic glares
I want to scream but I don't dare
Come on, Edge City, take me there yeah
I want to masticate a marginal wound
Explosion sun up a material moon
Suicide vibes from everyone in the room
I'm the only fucking guy in the room
I fucked the wellspring of a ghost
I spurned the Emperor's pledge to toast
I'm flying off the glistening coast
The sand is glass while billions roast
The spores of death are fleeting ever the just
I'm at Edge City and I'm starting to rust
The melting visage of the Rebel King's bust
The melting mirrors tend to complicate us yeah
Dave - guitar and vocals
Brian - bass and production
Wil - drums
FEED ME SOME SANE
All in my mind everyone's blind
Silence is golden in an everyday bind
All in my head glad I'm not dead
Bitterness bubbles up the words that she said
Morals and time physical crime
Where is it I can't see it where is the line?
All in my brain feed me some sane
I'll lick it up and then I'll shoot my own pain
Feed me some sane inject my brain
The golden nectar of a world without pain
Feed me some sane misery reigns
A blackness sucks my ankles laughing and slain
Dave - guitar and vocal
Brian - bass and production
Wil - drums
F&PR
Fear and paranoia I adore ya
I'd never even try to try and bore ya
Keep me entertained I must implore ya
Fear and paranoia I abhor ya
Fuck me fuck you too I'm shouting orders
Senseless rage can't decipher the borders
Fucking fucks all fucked up and conjected
Is it extinct, dying or protected?
Fear and paranoia rule
Everything's a cartoon to mine eyes
Stripped of falsehood bravery and lies
Just enough left over to be despised
Like a hurricane without a lie
Fear and paranoia rule
Dave - guitars and vocals
Brian - bass and production
Wil - drums
HIGHWAY HOME (CANON IN C MAJOR)
Pachelbel
Populated isolation love starvation indignation
Stirring to indecision
Life is death is right is wrong
Is precious now but not for long
Changing through the transition
If love is hate I can't relate
Take and give and give and take
No suicide here concentrate
Straining for a salvation
Nowhere's home I been forsaken
Nowhere's hope so desperation
Life breath to a redemption
Highway home to my maker
I'd love to love the human race
In an ugly world devoid of grace
Humanity if just a trace
Enough already repeal replace
Sleep where I fall
Dreams don't come at all to the wicked
Drop the clip I'm full of spite
I rest upon this putrid sight
Standing up for the first time
For revenge or for elation
For a love or stimulation
Let that sucker go for the last time
Highway home to my maker
Dave - guitars and vocals
Brian - bass and production
Wil - drums
TIDALWAVES RETURN
Silent sound means the world to me
Falling down all around me
I wonder should I smash that door
And fly away from my hideaways
Violent sound seems to make me be
Triumph around gave the rest to me
I wonder should I smash that door
And fly away from my hideaways
Hideaways don't mean shit to me
Tidalwaves bring out the best in me
I wonder should I smash that door
And fly away from my hideaways
In the night she stays
Tidalwaves
Dave - guitars and vocal
Brian - bassing, engineering, mixing
C.J. Johnson - drums
Ian Burke - mastering
THE ORPHAN
Affectation to affection can you find a new direction
From obliterated years in a lifetime full of tears
Crawling from the wreckage of forgiven sin
Oh, sweet addiction, I can't stand rejection
Well I tried to choose a wish but I hope it don't come true
'Cause every life's a style, everyone but you
Don't you know that I wrote this for you to listen to
Contrivances breed gloom
Swooning like a groom with a shotgun in his mouth
Who's my momma and my poppa?
Why we never met?
Even so I ain't dead yet
Were you hungry or depressed?
Do I have your eyes?
Either way your souls are blazing through my skies
Don't you know that I wrote this for you to listen to
Affectation to addiction placate fact from friction
And a lifetime came and went in solitude
Can you hear me?
Are you blind?
Words jump down around around around around
A quietness
a whisper
I wrote this for you to listen to
Every night the light dims more
I'm wondering what my life is for
I feel like a failure and I wonder why
Something inside says I gotta try
I'll slide on by
Well you could say in my life I ain't accomplished a thing
Maybe a little too scared of what the day may bring
But come on and try to tell me that this ain't my time
You can see it in the sunset every single night
I'll slide on by
I hoped you'd say when I couldn't find my way
That you'd be there for me
Glory is gone
It never was an option
What can I say
It ain't free
You know I'm scared
More fragile than a notion
Afraid of love and trust
Understand
Confusion is reality
I'm overwhelmed
You and us
So fuck you all
You turned your back on someone
Needing hope and peace
Go run and hide
Blame it on rebellion
That's bullshit, man
At least
Suit of armor forged in fires of spite
Revenge is true violent love
Don't give a fuck
Existence is a lie
From underneath
And from above
So go on and leave
Take your shit and go
I don't care
That's a lie
Leave me be
Leave me the fuck alone
Sit on down
And fucking cry
I'll slide on by
Dave Linantud: guitars and vocals
Brian Lutz: bass, engineering, production
Andy Och: drums
Ian Burke: mastering
Made Hood: cowriting
Recorded and mixed at Possum Studios
EPILOGUE
The future don't look bright
I can't control my fright
Something just ain't right
What can it be
Mine own hands seek the black
Run away or attack
All Hope is gone it's on my back
And my heavy head
Oh no
"The stone is given its existence; it need not fight for being what it is --- a stone in the field. Man has to be himself in spite of unfavorable circumstances; that means he has to make his own existence at every single moment. He is given the abstract possibility of existing, but not the reality. This he has to conquer hour after hour. Man must earn his life, not only economically but metaphysically. ...Things are given their being ready made." Jose Ortega y Gasset
There's something wrong, something missing
Something's gone I guess I'm wishing
It wasn't but it's still insisting
To be oh
Dave - guitars and vocals
Brian - bass and production
Andy - drums