(BatorJames)
I’m the picture of health
I’m called the evil one
We start a new religion
Now the fun’s begun
Got the sex-beat from the Thunder T’s
Got voodo from our stars
We got a deadly weapon
We call it Bri’s guitar
Chorus
There’s a method to my madness
It’s something only time will tell
There’s a method to my madness
Look inside my hell
When we got a message
They try and stop our song
Subliminal suggestions
You learned to play along
Once I lit a cigarette
They threw me in a cell
I think the hotel’s burning
I hear those siren’s yell
Chorus
Said we should be nice boys
Like all those other wimps
I talk about conspiricies
Then you crack the whip
(BatorJames)
When the heroes have all died away. Priests and politicians
have all lied away now. Actors after all were only acting.
Church killed knowledge. Took the world a slave. Ya gotta walk
it man just like ya talk it. Wear the uniform of your gang.
Purpose in life’s just for living. Dream merchants fantasy
surreal so real. Divide and conquer – that’s their game.
Beneath their haircut and clothes we’re really all the same.
They threaten our lives with nuclear war. Gonna cruficy us
just once more. Join the new church. Be a lord of the new church hey.
Truth can’t be found on the television. Throwaway youth
ya gotta take a stand. Music is your only weapon. Spanners
in the works go start your gang…..
New church. Join the New Church. Be a Lord Of The New Church.
Lords Of The New Church – now.
(BatorJames)
Tick-tock goes the clock
Almost time, say goodbye
Wolves scratching at the door
Pass the gun, don’t look suprised
Light me one last cigarette
Never mind the screams
This shall be our finest hour
The end, and the start of our dream
Chorus
Our time will come
Thy will be done
So many times we’ve come so close
You were my Cleopatra, I’m great Caesar’s Ghost
My Josephine they said your Colonel was mad
We’ll make it next time, don’t look so sad
Our bodies burn the guiding light
Don’t cry Eva, we’ll meet once more
We’ll fulfill their prophecies
We lost this battle, we won the war
Chorus
Our time will come
The Will be done
My kingdom’s come
The Will be done
(BatorJames)
Video games train the kids for war. Army chic in high-fashion
stores. Law and order’s done their job. Prisons filled while
the rich still rob. Assassination politics. Violence rules
within’ our nation’s midst. Well ignorance is their power tool.
You’ll only know what they want you to know. The television
cannot lie. Controlling media with smokescreen eyes. Nuclear
politicians picture show. The acting’s lousy but the blind don’t
know. They scare us all with threats of war. So we forget
just how bad things are. You taste the fear when you’re all
alone. They gonna git’cha when you’re on your own. The silence
of conspiracy. Slaughtered on the altar of apathy. You gotta
wake up from your sleep. ‘Cause meek inherits earth…six feet
deep.
Open your eyes see the lies right in front of ya.
Open your eyes…..
(BatorJames)
The city eats it’s children of dust from the cradle to grave.
Drag their captives through the deep-sleeps of life. Ghosts of
dream-dwelling slaves. The stranger scares the creatures of
night. Corpse of sluggards fall. First you called it experiment
and then the terror called. The subterranean escapes the light
to an empty space. I’ll do my time prowling in the streets
behind a human face.
And I’m Livin’ On Livin’, yeah. Livin’ On Livin’, gotta roam.
Yeah I’m Livin’ On Livin’, yeah. Nowhere to go – leave me alone.
You better leave me alone. Hey, owhl, owhl, brrrrrrrrawhl.