Double Feature

Some go for the silver sky and I say, good luck

Some go for the flow and well I say, good luck

But I've got to fly, I've got to sprout my wings!

So sit back and watch the power build up,

Take that keg and do a super pick-up.

Man, I'm gonna go down into the core-chant with me, "good luck!"

And I'm twisting up,

Bending and warping around-

All for the gold, all for the sound.

I'm makin' the rules, charging the path,

Running on the ground-a path so true,

A path so new-I lay it down with my crew.

Yeah well I'm smiling and going with the show,

The methside say it's part of the demi-glow,

The Psychotic wind blows upon my face,

I fall up, up into another vortex.

A new world to discover,

A new place to bring down.

So I'm coming here, I spread the fear,

I'm picking up quicker, getting faster and slicker...

Some go for the silver sky and I say, good luck

Some go for the flow and well I say, good luck

But I've got to fly, I've got to sprout my wings!

So sit back and watch the power build up,

Take that keg and do a super pick-up.

Man, I'm gonna fall into the core-chant with me, "good luck!"

The night sky is all over me,

Infecting my vision-replacing it with clarity.

I see long dead stars exploding onto the scene,

I see the long dead future turn into crystalography,

Knowledge upon the show, time to run the hide and escape to below...

Falling..

Faster...

Faster...

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Come to the auto-dimension,

A world carving convention,

Falling away into the core...

...becoming that which is never more...

As I began to catch wind of people's lip,

I come across and fire a static slip.

Who's gonna teach you how to dance?
Who's gonna show you how to fly?
Who's gonna call you on the lame-dope-smoking,
Slackin' little sucker you are?

Who's gonna get you from behind?
Who's gonna ring your little bell?
Who's gonna con you into buying a television set revolution they sell?

When are you gonna blow the game?
When are you gonna blow the screen?
When will you tell them that the crap doesn't last?
And you found a way to make your own dreams-

The crap doesn't last and you found a way to make yourself scream!

Well I died a million times

And I picked my culture well

And I built myself a gate

They can all now go to hell

I'm never gonna work another day in my life
The gods told me to relax
They said I'm gonna be fixed up right
I'm never gonna work another day in my life
I'm way too busy powertripping
But I'm gonna shed you some light

Get down!

Who's gonna teach you how to dance?
Who's gonna show you how to fly?
When you get tired of the crap baby move over here and maybe buy some of mine

I'm never gonna work another day in my life,
The gods told me to relax...
They said I'm gonna be fixed up right!
I'm never gonna work another day in my life,
I'm way too busy powertripping--
But I'm gonna shed you some light:

I'm never gonna work another day in my life,

The gods told me to relax...

They said I'm gonna be fixed up right!

I'm never gonna work another day in my life,

I'm way too busy powertripping..

But I'm gonna shed you some light!

I'm the God of hate,

The new-wave featured religion,

Got me followers and they're ready to die.

In this world, only way to live is as a lamb.

Everyone knows the leaders pay a heavy price,

That's why few step up to receive their punishment.

Come on, follow me..

Come on, believe in me...

All I need to know is that I have command..

Come on, swallow me..

Come on, die for me...

All I need to do is show my hate for all!

I kill those,

A sign of the apocalypse?

A sign of destruction?

This is my present, this is my gift!

And I'm the God of Idolatry,

The one and only God, the one and only application!

This has all been one big script, and like Hollywood actors you take it to the extreme..

..fake..it's all fake..

This is a perfect world,

Where the perfect live.

This is a blessed earth,

Cursed with my book!

I'm a new Revolution,

A rebel, sinner, not saint!

Why? Well because,

We sold our souls for ignorance,

Get fed crumbs for bliss.

Our minds starve as we suckle on the idiots breast..

Ideas are wrong, the words show plain and true, Preacher Man is the one to lead you..

This is a plastic world,

Where the people live.

This is the cursed earth,

Where the ignorance rules.

I can never feel the way you do,
but it still becomes me now.
I can't take the way you do,
but it's still inside me.

synthetic - solution

synthetic: I'll become

synthetic: if it makes this go away

Still I waste another day of my life,

and it sickens me to feel this way!

now I can't make up my mind, is this right?

how, I let you get inside of me?

twist my words the way that you do...
'cause it falls on deaf ears now!
still, I've learned to numb your views,
but they're still inside me...

synthetic-solution

synthetic: I'll become

synthetic: if it makes this go away!

Still I waste another day of my life,
and it sickens me to feel this way!
now I can't make up my mind, is this right?
how, I let you get inside of me?

I will never follow you...

all this time I thought I was myself-
and I thought I never could become you...
all this time I thought I was myself-
and I thought I never could become you...

Wrong!

Still I waste another day of my life-

and it sickens me to feel this way!

now I can't make up my mind, is this right?

how, I let you get inside of me?

I have become synthetic!

I have become synthetic!

I have become synthetic!