1. The Mind, Nature and Nurture 2. Bobo Grey 3. Hipócrita 4. Born From Fear 5. Seven Fingered Friend 6. Thoughts, Pen and Paper 7. The X in X 8. Sold Out 9. So You Say 10. Obsession 11. Hey Mam 12. Sancaro, The Death of The Guapameis 13. Devil In June

THE MIND, NATURE AND NURTURE

Though poison plants released us from our place on Earth,
We were the natural and rational inhabitants,
Images through pain were potrayed so as to leave him numb,
He watched the demons masturbate, they came blood, they bled cum,
Sodomized and terrorized his every hope, his every need,
His every creed a simple joke, unguarded by our union, the demons bred,
They multiplied their way in him, we felt him fight their every whim,
For him they'd lust, they'd have sordid desires, to watch him burn, in,
Their sado-masochist fires,
We watched him burning, in their playful anarchic fires of hell.

Oh man, I think I'm losing it.

How fucking cool, the fool said he was losing it,
Alas we know that he is using them, to keep on abusing him,
Confusing them for us, light in that hole for us,
Ideal home for us, where we began what we was, what he was,
Thus over two decades was too short a time to quit,
Nurture speaks it,

Nature, you know..I used to wish that I was able to enable you to be capable of giving and living a proper meaning to the lifes that you are leading but uhm, for a different reason I'm as unstable and as disabled as you, incapable of feeling able to cope, unable to go on living like this, always thinking about drinking and thinking or thinking about drinking and toking about myself *hic*, thinking about *hic* how, never could I have ever, could I have known? I never thought that I could ever, have ever known, have ever known that I would ever, be thinking of sharing your company with someone other than myself, I love you, you are my better half, together we're the dreamers, the overachievers, the believers, said the reasons? All of them constant treasons, the lies that we believe in are keeping us bleeding all this semen and sowing them seeds that we keep reaping, why not? When I come blood you bleed cum, we breed them demons.

We can never really leave him alone,
Without our union he will breed them so strong,
That the demons will attack as soon he's left on his own,
If we stay gone.
A broken home, we know what we are saying,
We have seen it done.
Been in the one that needed saving,
Demons close to won,
Over him, they near to changed his meaning
To a captive one, to make him numb,
Another one imprisoned. (x2)

Dead poison plants returned us to our place on earth,
We are the natural and rational inhabitants,
Weakened we await, rebuild our place
For further raids to come.
We watch our ego dissipate, it leaves our daemon to return,
We measured scores, a few dead demons we hoared,
Yet we bred more.



BOBO GREY

You laugh at me because you think I'm happy
And I laugh at you because I know I'm not
I like to swim in my little pools of sickness
While I wish you all were swimming in your green pools of snot

If you could just give me just one moment
So I could wipe this smile off my face
I'd take you to the back, so the kids won't know where we're at
And I'd kick you in the chest and slowly break your fucking face

Well it does so much for me
It brings me a lot of pain
It does so much for me
I'm not happy any more..
Happy any more.. (x4)

Pain, to recall upon an age of sexual torture
They take and they force you
Scarred you wait, scared you hate
For the ones that raped you
And the pain to be staring
At the faces that remind you
Of the faces that would laugh
As they pulled your pants down,
They too were laughing at you,
They too are pointing at you,
They're all still fucking with you, fool.

Gather 'round let me tell you a secret
Cuz the blood that you see here is not fake
It's from all the assholes in the back who have cut me in the past
Don't worry I'm catching up I'm just a little late!

It does so much for me
It brings me a lot of pain
It does so much for me
You're in my world now..
My world! You're in my world now.. (x4)



HIPÓCRITA

Often reflect on what I know I am,
I try so hard to be the least I can,
Oh easy to admit, hard to change the way I am,
So far from my ideals of a perfect man.

So far what I've seen has not made me well,
So far where I've been has not made me well.
So far what I've said, it was not said well,
So well have I survived, well...

I've been so, yes I've been so sorry..
And I am so, and I am so sorry..
And I'll be and I'll be and I'll be so sorry.

King hipocrit in my own life,
My biggest consolation's that you are far worse,
You do not even admit, you do not accept the curse
That it is to be a liar and a two-faced jerk,
You do not speak for yourself, you do not speak your own words.

I've been so, yes I've been so sorry..
And I am so, yes I am so, I'm sorry sorry sorry,
And I'll be and I'll be and I'll be so sorry..King hipocrit in my own life.

E como podes te entregar?
Sabendo que nem foste tu o incapacitado de pensar, de criar,
Uma nova doutrina para o resto idealizar,
Ou um conjunto de ideias curtas para os do género memorizar,
Outro dogma, outra ideologia que é fraca para criar,
Procriar outro conjunto de iguais para fazer como tu fazes,
Como te ensinaram a pensar, e aceitar, sem tentar compreender,
Sem ver que não é bem assim,
Que tu não podes viver bem assim,
Hipócrita,
Hipócrita,
Hipócrita,
Hipócrita.



BORN FROM FEAR

I think every man has the right to be left alone,
To live a life of peace and love between his own,
But then again, not a possibility.
With this society and all of its hipocrisy.
You may call me a lowlife hippie bum,
Cause I will do what I want.
Peace, what unity?
Not many of you can see it like I see.

Wouldn't you like to be able to?
Wouldn't you like to have?
No! Can't you see? Your colour, it doesn't bother me.
No! Can't you see? Your way, it doesn't bother me.

Because racism is born from fear,
A man of a race, it's all in here.
Some people say that justice is blind,
Then racism is something that you shouldn't ever find.
One thing you all don't see,
You've gotta have attitude and fucking dignity
To keep a clear enough state of mind.
Attitude you learn, you cannot find.

No! Can't you see? Your colour, it doesn't bother me.
No! Can't you see? Your way, it doesn't bother me.

Bargaining, denial, anger, depression.
Four of the final stages before desintegration.
Optimism, pessimism, social realism.
Excess education banishes imagination!
No! No! No! No!

Not because they're from a place, or from a race
Should you discriminate their way,
Or can't you see that the choices that they make
Or the decisions that they take,
That that they're theirs,
That that they're theirs to face,
So how can you even judge, how can you even say,
Yours is superior to someone's other way?
And to what criteria do you judge their acts?
It is on fear and ignorance that you base your facts.
How many times have we said, how many must we say?
Your way or colour they don't bother me.
Because the choices that you make or the decisions that you take,
Well then, they're yours, yes then, they're yours to fucking face.

No! No! No! No! No! No! No!..No!



SEVEN FINGERED FRIEND

I met a little lady in the forest
Whose beauty you can't compare
And this little lady she told us
Take me if you wanna share
Share, share, share, share, share
Some happiness with me.
Share some happiness with me.

I met a little lady in the forest
Whose beauty you still can't compare
And this little lady she asked us
Oh won't you let me be your friend?
A friend friend friend friend friend
Who makes you feel good.
Friend who makes you feel good.

And ever since I can remember
She's always been around
You know she ain't no stranger
Oh cuz she helps you when you're feeling down
Down down down down down
Are you feeling down?
Down..Are you feeling down?
Then come with me to smell my beautiful tree



THOUGHTS, PEN AND PAPER

She's driving down this golden road in her cadillac
She's got my soul in the bathroom where she,
She tells it secrets of what might have been.
Special secrets of what might have been.

And the fire still burns and the witch still screams
And the fire still burns and the witch still screams
And the fire still burns and the witch still screams
And the fire still burns and the witch still screams..

One-eyed Jack speaks to her through the sheets in a small town,
It's in, it's in a small town, small town, small town.
And the heart still crushes
And the cage gets shut
And the witch still screams
And the wax still lays on our pillow,
The wax, the wax, it still lays on our pillow,
The wax, the wax, it still lays on our pillow,
Our pillow, our pillow, our pillow, our pillow,
It still lays, it still lays, it still lays.

And the knife still cuts cuz things if not true should not be said.
They should not be said, not be said, not be said.
So vomit will stain and vomit will stink
Cuz just like from the beginning to the end
Two only know the truth and that's why,
That's why lies are great things to them.
That's why, that's why, that's why lies are,
Lies are great things to, to, to, to them,
That's why, that's why, that's why, that's why,
Lies are great things to, to, to, to them.



THE X IN X

As I sit and dump my waste
I think of what racist slime you are,
Although it's strange because
In the eyes of millions you were praised
And worshipped like a God,
And there was a man beside you,
Wether he was fighting the same war or not,
You and your org looked down upon him
Because he wanted peace and no sound of gunshots
X, the X in X. X, oh X is X.

Oh Mr. M. oh Mr. M. oh Mr. M. my ass,
You hated me for what my ancestors did,
I can't do much about that,
A racist in a racist's time,
I understand you for that.
But don't you see you were just as ignorant as the others,
And you should have been better than that?
Should have been better than that..
Should have been better than that..
Should have been better than that..
Should have been better than that..

So may I ask you to stop and think, again?
What is the difference of white and black
When both principles and ideas are so much alike, my friend,
My, my friend?

And I know we can change for the better,
And I know we can change for the better,
And I know we can , and I trust we can,
And I know and I trust we can change for the better.

What is this that I see before me?
Well must I repeat myself over and over again
Cuz there's simply no difference between you and me,
My friend? My, my, my friend.

Should have known better... (x16)



SOLD OUT

Look at me I'm growing old
Standing out in the cold
I used to be a member of society
And now I'm all alone.

Look at me I'm growing poor
Since I am old, I serve no more,
Me, I had a radical mentality!
Sold out and now I'm sleeping on the floor.

I fucked up!
Why slave for a system that treats you like one?
I sold out!

I remember my youth,
I spoke out for the truth,
You don't see but I used to see equality,
And now I'm no use.
My mistake to sell out,
And it makes me wanna shout.
Me, huh? And my radical mentality,
Attitude, that's what it's all about.

I fucked up!
Why slave for a system that treats you like one?
I sold out!

Oh man, I've gotta go through with this again
What was that? Life, it's hit me in the face again man,
When am I gonna be free, gonna be free of this society?
Gotta get out, be free, get real, and recover all of the lost dignity,
Cuz oh so you say, that I won't have it my way,
I know it's not easy, but I will be able, you will see.
You people just don't know the strength of my capabilities.
It's taken too much time to wake up and find insanity.
To know that it was wrong, I stand up and find things funny now.
Too much time has already passed.
It's time to get the hemorroids out your ass.

I fucked up!
Why do you have hemorroids up your ass?
I sold out!



SO YOU SAY

I meant what I said that I meant,
Your posture I condemn,
Your conduct towards life I detest,
Taught to be just like the rest,
Abused and oppressed, repressed,
So why do you bow and obey,
Enchained and enslaved,
Is your pride that conveyed,
And as they control your mind
and keep you tied to the lies
That make your life.

I meant what I said that I meant what I said,
Your posture I condemn,
Your conduct towards life I detest,
Taught to be just like the rest.

You've become what I thought you'd become
Where do you come from?
Someplace conquered by guns
Chained to ideals that you were taught
As soon as you could walk
You were taught the words for you to talk
And then you were taught consideration,
Through years of education,
To live and die for your nation
Why should you even listen to what they say
And bow on your knees with no individuality?

I meant what I said that I meant what I said,
Your posture I condemn,
Your conduct towards life I detest,
Taught to be just like the rest.

You know in anyone, you'll find a trace of hipocrisy,
But I'm not one of those hipocrits who chose the ways of conformity,
A conformity to the lies, to the lies they call democracy,
Or any other politics keeping us chained to this society.
Gotta realise that giving up to this society is becoming but
Another lie, a prisoner, a he.
A he that's told and controlled, deprived of his dignity,
He the prisoner the slave, controlled by the policy.

You're fucked! You signed your name on the dotted line,
Leaving what life you might have had behind.
Fuck them! We've got a life of our own,
We don't need their shit, we don't need no more
Bullshit! We do not need to obey,
To do what they want, to do what they say.
Fuck them! I got a life of my own, I got my life,
I'll live it my own way.

Employ, exploit on your excess, express
The dirty money that you make is only good to impress
All the mindless idiots that believe that you're working for their best interest.
And now..Now where is your respect for the earth?
For the animals and the people you neglect,
Or infect, with your need to take more than you can get,
You thief, you're a murderer. One of them backwards greedy bastards,
You were never my friend.
Yeah, I was thinking about myself today,
Had woken up feeling nauseous and
My head spinning away, and yeah,
I do remember when I was little, you see,
How I'd sit thinking about all life and
How I thought that it would be, but now I see
A lot has changed since those days,
Most of the friends with whom I used to play
They're full of shit, they don't mean shit to me.
Nothing is ever what it seems to be,
Nobody's ever what they seem to me.



OBSESSION

Now there's nothing I can do
But sit alone and think of you
Indulge myself in memories
Of life and what it used to be.

Now there's nothing I can say
I dream of you everyday,
I am sick, my body shakes,
I sit and curse my past, my past mistakes.

Now there's nothing I can do
But sit alone and think of you
I sat around and fooled myself
That you were mine and no one else.

Years have passed and now I see
Your picture, it fades before me.
All I remember was regret
And now I'm starting to forget.



HEY MAM

Oh I said Hey mam, hey mam, I'm walking behind you
Oh I said Hey mam, hey mam, I'm walking behind you
And I'm not-a, not-a, not-a gonna hurt you
Oh no I'm not-a, not-a, not-a gonna hurt you
Cuz I'm just trying to get to the same place as you are
Oh I'm just trying to get to the same place as you are,
Hey mam, no, no Hey mam, I say Hey mam, singin' Hey mam, now..

Cuz you see now, I'm the type of person I think you could trust
I'm not gonna steal your wallet if it's hangin' out of your purse
Inside of your purse, your purse, your purse,
I know that this might, it mighta shock you, but I,
I choose to dress this way, and I'm not a crook,
I'm not-a, I'm not-a, I'm not-a not-a not-a,
I'm not-a , I'm not-a, I'm not-a not a crook.

So sweet lady, why are you walking so fast away from me?
Oh sweet lady, well I promise promise promise I won't harm
Won't lay a finger on you.

Cuz you see now, I'm the type of person I think you could trust
I'm not gonna steal your wallet if it's hangin' out of your purse
Inside of your purse, your purse, your purse,
I know that this might, it mighta shock you, but I,
I choose to dress this way, and I'm not a crook,
I'm not-a, I'm not-a, I'm not-a not-a not-a,
I'm not-a , I'm not-a, I'm not-a not a crook.



SANCARO, THE DEATH OF THE GUAPAMEIS

The elder sighed, pictures of home
They crossed his mind as they had been
He knew the times had changed and wild was civilised.
He felt his body old and worn,
He said his heart was cold and torn
But as he spoke, I saw gold under stone.
To I his child, hiw words were sharp
And drew the while the land
Had seen those peaceful times
Be changed and shove his world aside.
We left our home now old and worn,
our dying culture cold and torn,
back home, no more gold under stone

We must return to the oceans of dab-shi
This is our own way to be now,
From sancaro we must leave.
This part of home in guanjama
Now bleeds with foreign needs, money.

We walked for days, we crossed
Buantchama where we stayed
With whom would take us in for trade,
Of food for words that counsil made,
And to our backs the guapameis,
The jungle land newcomers praised
For riches made, they did take, they did make,
They could shape, they could tear down
Nature's maze and make their own where
They could say this is the home that we have made
And now the guapameis, this is the land that riches
Makes and we will praise, we will rape for our sake.

We must return to the oceans of dab-shi
This is our own way to be now,
From sancaro we must leave.
This part of home in guanjama
Now bleeds with foreign needs, money.

We have returned to the oceans of dab-shi
Here is our home, the land to be true,
To the daemon that we see.
This part of home in guanjama is free
From foreign needs, greed.

The elder died but he was home
In peace of mind, so glad to see throughout
The times no change had come to murder wild.
Now set his body old and torn, his lifeless heart
Set cold and worn but had he known...

We have returned to the oceans of dab-shi
Here is our home, the land to be true,
To the daemon that we see.
This part of home in guanjama is free
From foreign needs, greed.



DEVIL IN JUNE

Echoes, echoes, and water fossets
I hadn't heard them in years,
It always seemed to happen
In the weirdest of times,
Just out of nowhere.
Humming, humming around my head
Till I fall asleep, thinking my mind
Was still mine to say and do what I please.

It's confusing where I'm going even though
I really do not know if I'm prepared.
But this blood has stained my hands so much
And my mind's about to burst.
Well I wish I could let you go
Cuz my wrists are starting to hurt
The blood has teared my mind to dust
And my heart's about to burst.
Oh it's confusing where I'm going
Even thoughI know I'm not prepared
But the truth is that I have always been there.

Trying to figure out what was really going on
Too young to even understand the concept
Too afraid to even try, too afraid to even try
Thinking everybody bled the same blood that I cried.
Trying to figure out what was really going on
Too young to even understand the concept
Too afraid to even try, too afraid to even try
Thinking everybody bled the same blood that I cried.

So sit back and picture that blood-red sunset
And that beautiful coloured sky
My doves have been painted black
And fly where eagles don't wanna fly
So you're welcome to play in my mind-yard
To see how different I am from you
Oh cuz the little you know, the little you understand
Devil, he calls my name, born in hell and not in June,
If only that were true, if only I really knew if that were true.

You're mine, I cut wrist open wide
Bleed die pig! And say hello to
Your blood-red sky where nothing flies
As you lie and die alone and now you're mine.