1. Evolved as One
2. It's M.A.N.S. World
3. Lucid Fairytale
4. Private Death
5. Impressions
6. Unchallenged Hate
7. Uncertainty Blurs the Vision
8. Cock-Rock Alienation
9. Retreat to Nowhere
10. Think for a Minute
11. Display to me...
12. From Enslavement to Obliteration
13. Blind to the Truth
14. Social Security
15. Emotional Suffocation
16. Practice What you Preach
17. Inconceivable?
18. Mentally Murdered
19. Sometimes
20. Make Way

 Evolved as One

- Your pride...
Why should your pride so restricted?
Restricted to a mere fraction of this earth.
This earth from which we all have evolved.
This earth where all of it's people are downtrodden.
Downtrodden by those who stand to prosper from exploitation.
Downtrodden by those whose slime infests your minds.
- Your weak minds.



 It's M.A.N.S. World

Female subservience
To impervious male dominance
Male subservience
To the cuntries defence

It's a mans world,
So you'd better act like one!

God give me strength,
Women suck my length,
"Enemy" do you have the balls
To challenge my masculinity?

Just discard your sensitivity
And you'll play the part well.

Cunt, born some more,
To be big and strong like daddy,
Drill them to perpetuate
Into the ultimate form of stupidity.



 Lucid Fairytale

Delude yourself with the notion
That life's viewed defiantly through your eye,
Subconsciously following the flock,
From which appearance is the only exemption.

The stagnant illusion of change,
Concealed behind your disguise.

What's perspicuous on the surface
Is artificial inside,
When views are merely symbolic
Of an image you hid behind.

The stagnant illusion of change,
Concealed behind your disguise.



 Private Death

Persisting to exist "Resist",
Day by day life fades away.

Time will take it's course.

Help you yell, your veins swell,
Soon there's nothing left to sell.

Time will take it's course.

Resisting to exist,
There's nothing to sell,
Life fades away
Day by day.

Suffer now a private death.



 Impressions

A shroud of insecurity
Surrounds my every move,
Actions reflect
Upon the response the receive.

A sense of uncertainty
Prevents my instincts being followed,
Fear lies in my open-ness
Meeting rejection from the crowd.

Why should I feel trapped?
Why should I hold back?
Why can't I...break free!



 Unchallenged Hate

A chronic complaint of dimness
Prevails your profound ideology.
- A romantic vision of a 'master race'
Attained through coercive forms of authority.

Your observance is negligence
If you see the threat from different cultures,
We're all in this sinking ship,
Each of us together.

Where does the whiteman stand?
Where does the blackman stand?
Where do we all fucking stand?

Knee-deep in the shit!

Look into yourself,
And you'll find within you the real oppressor,
To a life of unchallenged hate,
It's yourself who's the nigger!



 Uncertainty Blurs the Vision

A vision of life,
Where together we walk,
Unbound from an existence
Of fear and pain.

The key to which
Is self-contained,
External freedom
Must evolve from liberation within.

To gain respect
And see the qualities in all life,
Forms the spark
Which strikes the light.

When so minimal the loss,
How great be the risk,
In reaching out
And reclaiming our souls?

But until we overcome
The uncertainty in our fellow man,
the vision of hope
Remains illusion

"You reach out and touch it. You feel it.
It is the life and love that is alive in you,
The feeling that is beyond thought,
A feeling of truth
Reality in you,
When it is reached, you can reach it in others.
This is the liberation. This is the unity."
Rudimentary peni 1983



 Cock-Rock Alienation

Capitalism, racism, sexism,
The foundations
Of cock-rocking idealism.

Exploiting, sucking, manipulating,
the wisdom
Of a starry-eyed nation.

Making 'idols' out of assholes,
"Raunchy", "Hunky", machismo type fools,
"Who cares if they've got no brains,
Just give us tits and tools!"

Fantasy? Reality?
Distinction? Satisfaction?

We love it when you feed us shit,
We're so stuck in our dreamworld,
Let's forget all your problems,
And get into the groove!!

Fantasy? Reality?
Distinction? Satisfaction?



 Retreat to Nowhere

A clash of eyes, resets my mind,
Perhaps this time.

Retreat to nowhere,
Retreat to nowhere,

A social skill that I lack,
Hold me back.

Retreat to nowhere,
Retreat to nowhere.



 Think for a Minute

Thoughts, ideas, hopes, ambitions,
Sincere in declaration,
Or merely token gestures?

Think for a minute...

The pressures we emphasize,
Are pressures we all have to bare,
And opinions and feelings
We should be able to share.

But are we slowly crawling up our own arse?

Has the influence drawn from positive expression,
Now lost it's strength to external tips on fashion?

And if our music serves as a means of communication,
Why should so much emphasis stem from competition?

Slow down and think...

Are our hearts still there?
Is enthusiasm burning?
Has integrity surpassed
The stage of reviving?



 Display to me...

Domesticate me
Into your ideal creation,
Fondle me
When in need of attention.

Brutalize me
As a target for your aggression.

Inject me
With your putrid diseases,
Stretch my senses
Beyond the peak of insanity.

Why practice methods of prevention,
When I can pay for your hideous mistakes??

Blind me
With cosmetic filth
To form the mask
That hides your guilt
Insecure, uncaring clowns,
Your dolled eyes don't see,
The suffering I've prolonged
For your wretched vanity.

Chew on my flesh
With perverted lust,
Display to me
The depth of your compassion.

As you excrete
My digested corpse,
Into the shit-pan,
- My place of rest.



 From Enslavement to Obliteration

Committed to a life of slavery
In the factories our own hands have built,
Where we must work twice the graft
Before gaining the goods we've already slogged to create.

To consume all things material
Stands above human compassion,
As we compete with our fellow man,
In the bid for a stronger position.

In our ruthless search for prosperity,
We become the tools of our own oppression,
Forming the backbone of a society
That thrives on mass division.

From enslavement...
To Obliteration...



 Blind to the Truth

Behind the transition
Lies a sense of ambiguity.

Why hid behind the truth,
Of what you are?

Your character becomes distorted,
In the quest for an identity.

Why hid behind the truth,
Of what you are?



 Social Security

Time for my omittance
From a sterile existence,
Where the weekend pays homage
To stereotypical perpetuation.

Must inebriate my senses
Into a state of delirium,
Before I turn to the meat rack
For my penial selection.

Apathy spreads
In unison with sexual disease,
A scourge that infests
The cattle markets of youth.

Unconscious, just promiscuous,
Deprived of self-respect,
In the selling of their bodies,
All emotions dead!

Thoughts absorbed,
Lost in sense of direction,
It's time to sit down
And reassess my course of action.



 Emotional Suffocation

So this ordeal we're subjected to
Is all part of being love?
Two minds of intense confusion
Contained in feelings of spite and mistrust.

The closer one of us tries to get
The further the seems to move.

Tangled in trapped emotions,
Can't face the prospect of rejection,
Uncertainty arouses suspicion,
Of your mind I want possession.

I try to be honest with you,
But are you being honest with me?



 Practice What you Preach

Preaching secondhand ideas,
Tried and tested subjects rear.

Practice what you preach.

A moral attitude you think they lack,
Lacks in you when you turn your back.

Practice what you preach.

Taking all that you can get,
Forgetting everything you've said.

But was it really meant?



 Inconceivable?

Outright - in my thinking,
And refusal - in accepting,
How a word so mundane as sexism,
Could in some way relate to me.

But as I look inside myself I see...

Opinions are somewhat blurred in conception,
Passive thoughts become impassive obsessions.

And I find I have the ability...

To manipulate those gullible to my persuasion,
With deceitful words and actions
Channelled into one dimensional emotions.

Then I realize that I must fall...

Fall from my self righteous position,
Re-evaluate my ignorance
With respect and consideration
- Not take persons trust under false pretension.

Outright - in my thinking
And refusal - in accepting,
How a word so - mundane as sexism,
Could in some way - relate to me.

But as I look inside myself...
I see the contradictions.



 Mentally Murdered

Your aspirations, unable to stretch,
Beyond the barriers of what's expected,
As the free thought you were born with
Becomes externally polluted.

Lose sight of your ideals
In their brainwashing institutions,
Predetermine your values
To befit your substandard existence...
Discouraging creativity,
To aim for empty ambitions.

Living up to others expectations.
Takes hold of your assiduity.

Mentally murdered!

Always up to the mark,
Set the wheels in motion,
A fake sense of security
From your invariable position.

Sinking in the crowd,
A face minus expression.
A mouth that echoes words,
Recycled from tradition.

Your only contentness
Is in living a lie.

Mentally murdered!

Do you possess the strength
To re-create your own life?

Mentally murdered?!?



 Sometimes

Sometimes when inattentive,
I become confused by my own actions,
Slow to see in myself
The faults I'm quick to see in others.

Barricaded with problems,
I try to hide my face,
By submitting my strength
To a mind destroying substance.

But why do I run
When it's myself I try to escape?
Why don't I possess the strength,
To learn from my mistakes?

The only way to overcome your fears
Is to look them in the eye!

To be aware of ones faults
Is essential if they're to be corrected,
When you lack the desire to change,
The anguish becomes abundant.



 Make Way

Syringe into this earth
A virus known as profit,
Extract from it the 'goodness',
Which in business terms reads 'greed'.

Make way!

For another snip at the lifeline
"Look - a new site for expansions!,
Let's carnage the forests,
Our main source of oxygen."

The we'll dump our shit
Onto a poisoned land,
Where poisoned food
Feeds poisoned minds.

And we'll dump it in the waters
Where no life now knows,
but down it's contaminated rivers,
Our baneful conscience flows.

As a toxic cloud blackens an air,
Once so clean and pure,
On natures from of retribution
We all must choke!

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