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Open your heart to the lord of lightOpen your heart and mind and let him inHe holds the key to the throne of mightYou are emptySay his name and let him inAll hail the dawn of a rising starAll hail the crowned and conquering childMorning will come for you at lastNo matter how far into night you have strayedSay his nameWelcome the childA new world is crawling from the ashes of the oldTwo thousand years of guilt and fearAnd the greatest lie ever toldOut of the wounded side of the dying godOut of the sacred heart of the throttled henThe blood is the lifeThe flowing milk for the infant godThe throne is emptyThe cup is fullHe approaches and thenHe steps from the shadow and he opens up his eyesHe spills the blood onto the throneAnd hurls a curse up to the skiesI am the adversary and must remain the adversaryThe d.h.a.o.h. opens the bookThe d.h.a.o.h. opens the discussionI am the adversary and must remain the adversaryI am not yours to embraceI am not yours to invokeThe d.h.a.o.h. sleeps in the hallWatches for signs of our imminent demise in the scratchings on the wallThe d.h.a.o.h. sleeps in the parkListens for sounds of our eminent decay in the singing of a solitary larkMankind is a plagueBreathing hell into every corner of the rotting earthEven now in this our finest hour I feel the hate of every stone, tree & flowerEven now we fall under the long shadow of the donkey's earsEven now we listen for the slow grinding of the donkey's teethLalala we weep in the din of the stomping of the donkey's black hoofLalala we weep for the slow coming of our doom (Dance)Mankind is a plagueBreathing hell into every corner of the rotting earthEven now in this our finest hour I feel the hate of every stone, tree & flowerEaters of the soil take us into the groundDeath by wormEaters of the air drive us from the blueDeath by sparrowEaters of the sea take us into the greenDeath by eelEaters of the scraps take in our bedsDeath by dogEaters of the soil take us into the groundDeath by sandEaters of the air drive us from the skyDeath by flowerEaters of the green take us into the seaDeath by waterEaters of the scraps take us in out bedsDeath by stoneDeath by silenceDeath by sorrowThe d.h.a.o.h. closes the bookThe d.h.a.o.h. closes the discussionThe future sticks out its tonguein the eyes of the gentle pastIt fears its own demise but knows it cannot lastThis momentary throneprecariously formed from its ashesIt takes the time we thought was ours below to be rebornThrow us away like a stack of old paperLearn not from our scrawlsClose your ears to our rantingsAnd come against usFlex your hooked claws and sniffLike a dog at the stench of our decaying mindsDistrust the deceitful math of our perishing eyesRun away from the phthisicky past Bring backBring it backBring it Bring it backBring back the apocalypseIt's never too late for the end of timeBring backBring it backBring it Bring it backBring back the apocalypseIt's never too late for the end of timeBring backBring it backBring it Bring it backBring back the apocalypseIt's never too late for the end of timeBring backBring it backBring it Bring it backBring back the apocalypseIt's never too late for the end of timeLet us turn our backs on this world of easeLet us turn our backs and walk awayLet us close our eyes to the glory of the machineLet us close our eyes and walk awayThe houses are all gone under the seaThe dancers are all gone under the hillThe houses are all gone under the seathe dancers are all gone under the hill'And let us dream now the impossible dream of a math professor'Even when the last tree falls - there will be fireEven when the last bird is caughtWooden boxesLovingly made by handsAnd filled up with fireTo blow off the hands of the strongWith wooden boxes'And let us never forget that the human race with technology is like an alcoholic with a barrel of wine'Rise up! bring down the freedom clubRise up!Dream your impossible dreamCrawl from the hole in the earthCrawl!The captains of this ship of fools are flesh, and softer than woodThe Freedom Club The Freedom ClubRageThe Freedom Club The Freedom ClubWaitThe hermit of the woods is goneThe shack taken downAnd even though his mind now is corruptHis desperate warning lives on'Blandly titled industrial society and its future'Rise up! Bring the funeralRise up!Dream your impossible dreamCrawl from the hole in the earthCrawl!The captains of this ship of fools are flesh, and softer than wood.The Freedom Club The Freedom ClubRageThe Freedom Club The Freedom ClubWaitLet us lay to rest our future dreamLet us leave it to rust and walk awayLet us turn around on the road of progressLet us go back the way we cameThe houses are all gone under the sea(walk away walk away)The dancers are all gone under the hill(turn our backs turn our backs)The houses are all gone under the sea(close our eyes close our eyes)the dancers are all gone under the hill(turn around and go back the way we came)'Because we can'
Location:
Richardson, Texas, United States
Interests:
Offending People, Burning Things Sometimes We Expect More From Others Because We Would Be Willing to
Occupation:
Stagehand, Sound, Stage and Rigging Tech
Device + Firmware Version:
iPhone 4 32g running Debian Linux
Computer Operating System:
Slackware 13 v64, OSX 10.7 & (used to) Win7Ultx64, but no more

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