To root through all the filth you’ve reaped
So keep your savior in arm’s-reach
Chose a path less often strayed
I alone and others saved
Not Jehovah’s Witness, Hebrew, Muslim, Mormon, Pagan, or a Catholic
I’m…Apocalypticist!
Innovation
Meditation
Think we got the lock-down on our own creation
Since when did the Christ-fish grow feet?
But, who am I to beat-down Mendel with a stick?
Castigations
Condemnations
Apathetical remorse for our genocidal nature
Who am I to slight Darwinism?
But, oh, my God! My God just ate his!
Isn’t that so sad?
But, a matter of fact
Now, who you gonna turn to when Watson murders Crick?
My God is the one who made yours
And I can’t wait ‘til he breaks all seven doors
Only then can the truth be revealed
This idle life is not ours
I believe that the end of times is nigh
And I can’t wait to see the light
Raised up from mountain high
While all you swine are left behind
To root through all the filth you’ve reaped
So keep your savior in arm’s-reach
Chose a path less often strayed
I alone and others saved
Not Jehovah’s Witness, Hebrew, Muslim, Mormon, Pagan, or a Catholic…
But, my God is still the one who made yours
And I can’t wait ‘til he breaks all seven doors
Only then can the truth be revealed
This idle life is not ours
I believe that the end of times is nigh
And I can’t wait to see the light
Raised up from mountain high
While all you swine are left behind
To root through all the filth you’ve reaped
So keep your savior in arm’s-reach
Chose a path less often strayed
I alone and others saved
Not Jehovah’s Witness, Hebrew, Muslim, Mormon, Pagan, or a Catholic
I’m…Apocalypticist!
AMONG THE ROWS
Now, way back ‘fore the fall of man
And oh so, long ago
There bloomed a blessed garden
In which young creatures roamed
And in that sacred forest
Known well across the land
There stood a most unnatural tree
Of knowledge and suffering
Upon an aged branch
An evil serpent loomed
A dark against the light
Death way before the womb
Out into the wasteland
The first people were cast
From the garden known as Eden
Into the land of Nod
Dance did the sun children
‘Gainst the childe of moon
A murder over tribune
Cain fled into the woods
And way out there in exile
Hiding amidst the dark
Cain met an elemental
And she walked among the rows
Now, let’s skip forward, shall we?
‘Bout six centuries, or so
When an angel came to Mary
And thus a son was born
And when he became a man
Into the desert he roamed
And out there in the abyss
An ancient serpent strode
And it took the son unto a cliff
And in his ear it hissed
“If ye are the son of God, then ye can surely jump
“Angels will guide your fall
“Call your creator’s bluff”
But the son was a wise man
Born of a carpenter
And when he saw the stranger
He knew just what it was
It was an ancient evil
An elemental
But he did not fear it
‘Though it walked among the rows
Now, every now and then
This ancient evil doth call
So if you’re out in the wilderness
Keep your faith at arms
You may find you’ll soon be tested
By this ancient scourge
It is still a great deception
Despite what you’ve just heard
For, it calls rats from the cornfield
It calls bugs from the dirt
It calls the childer of the corn
And it calls weeds from the Earth
It calls men to its table
Until it’s will be done
It plagues the minds of mad kings
As it walks among the rows
What rough beast slouches toward the streets?
Of new Bethlehem
Something wicked this way comes
It is the Fallen Lamb
A crimson draft coursing through the streets
Until it’s will be done
Screams of a thousand whispers
A billion burning skulls
The tortured souls of a world long-gone
Is our new requiem
Seven years in darkness
As it walks among the rows
FINGER TIPPING (Pt. 3)
Ladies and gentleman, boys and girls
Children of all ages
Have you seen my fingertips today?
I lost them, where? I cannot say
Perhaps they’re somewhere in the lake
It’s my fault they’re not in their place
I’ll take yours, stick ‘em in your face
They roll around and romp in hay
Can’t stop them, best get out their way
No show for fools who come in place of last
This will not pass
It’s just another gas-masking-bastard on his way dealing death
The sky is falling
So run in place
Have you seen my fingertips around?
I stacked them up but they fell down
So I roll them all around
Through the halls and up and down
I lost them somewhere in the fall
I want them back ‘cause they’re the balls
Can’t touch my toes so bend and cough
No show for fools who come to rest
Don’t stop now this is the test of mind and mettle, to the pedal
Watch the armored bombers block out the skies
The sky is falling
So run in place
The sky is falling
Up-turn your face
And I looked, and I saw the night’s sky brighten with the light of day
And there he stood
A herald, an angel, arched as he looked on in dismay
And in his hands he held seven golden vials
Each filled with the Wrath of God
And then…he opened them
My fingertips have melted off
Bones poured liquid in the trough
Don’t curse God, ‘cause it’s our fault
So run and hide in unlocked vaults
Bury heads in mounds of salt
Wounds rip open with the course of everyday and past remorse
No show for fools who take and run
Their day is up, their time has come
Scream in terror, hurry, fever
Best believe the world is over
Spread the word and don’t look back
The gods have turned their backs
The sky is falling down
The world is undone
No gods above us will ever heal the sun
PALE HORSE, PALE RIDER
Pale Horse, Pale Rider
Death did ride
Pale Horse, Pale Rider
The end of time
Pale Horse, Pale Rider
Death
defined
Pale Horse, Pale Rider
Com’n forth a-bring-a-round the end of time
Seven little heathens all conspiring in a steeple
Open on up, see what’s inside
Seven little heathens all deconsecrate the steeple
Board up all the exits, and then burn ‘em all alive
The rats are in the cornfield, the pigs are breaking bread
The rooster had a sex-change, and now it’s just a hen
The horses’ out to pasture, the bulls are running loose
The cow hopped on a soap-box, chanting, “Move-Dog-Move!”
The birds are flying south now, the ants are clambering
Nature lines against us as we burn this world to Hell
Pale Horse, Pale Rider
Death did ride
Pale Horse, Pale Rider
The end of time
Pale Horse, Pale Rider
Death designed
Pale Horse, Pale Rider
Com’n forth a-bring-a-round the end of time
Seven little sinners all colluding in a silo
Push it on-a over, and a-tip it on its side
Seven little sinners holding parle in a silo
Batten-down the hatches, and then burn ‘em all alive
Moses in the Promised Land, Jonah’s in the whale
Bush is in the alleyway, making shady deals
Oprah’s in the kitchen, Muhammad’s in the shed
R. Kelly’s gettin’ drunk, and pissing everywhere
Kim Jong’s got the A-bomb, Patton’s rolling in his grave
Wall Street just got bailed-out and now they’re selling people AIDS
Pale Horse, Pale Rider
Death did ride
Pale Horse, Pale Rider
The end of time
Pale Horse, Pale Rider
Death derived
Pale Horse, Pale Rider
Come on gimme some-a that Doomsday yum-yum
Open yon barn here comes the Nor’easter
Standing at the door is a wolf in sheep’s clothes
Two bits for the ferry-man, a-healin’ for the preacher
If Heaven does exist, we’ll never get to go
Kali’s on the Lazy-Boy, Isis in the crypt
Satan’s in the corner, a-drooling on his bib
Michael’s up in Folsom, Gandhi’s in the den
Buddha’s in the back yard with his double chins
Jesus in the desert, Vishnu holds his hand
God laughs his royal ass off as well plot our little plans
Pale Horse, Pale Rider
Death did ride
Pale Horse, Pale Rider
The end of time
Pale Horse, Pale Rider
Death inspired
Pale Horse, Pale Rider
So comes the dawn of done, and the end of time...
OUTRO STATUS DOOMSDAY
JUPITER hailing ZION
Good morning, crew JUPITER
How may I assist you today?
ZION we’re approaching coordinates
Spatial longitude 179 degrees - 56’ 39.4’
Latitude +0 degrees - 2’ 46.2’
Looks like a dead planet
Completely scorched
Completely solidified
Like nothing we’ve ever seen up here
Over
Running coordinates
Copy that
Be advised, JUPITER, archives report those coordinates as DP 10176-8
Earth?
Is that Earth?
Oh, wow!
Wait a minute
Archives report that Earth was completely destroyed
Nothing left
JUPITER, please be advised, exploration of any category DP, is against protocol
Ignore DP 10176-8
And continue on with mission
Understood…
But...uh, I mean this is Earth
If it’s still here
Then the archives are wrong
People should know the truth
JUPITER, disregarded DP 10176-8
That is an order
Well, we don’t really understand--
FWSHWOOM
Oh, my God!
What is that?
I don’t know!
Ah! It’s so bright!
My eyes are burning!
May-day! May-day!
ZION this is JUPITER
We’re losing control
Do you copy?
Do you copy?
I’m sorry JUPITER
You were warned
Oh, my God!
It’s coming!
Run!
It’s coming!
Oh, my God! Run!
Oh, my--
Transmission terminated
THE REPRISE OF EXTINCTION
We flee into the skies but the black-void is merciless
We hide on planets drained and dried as if it safe refuge
No time to pick and choose
We take all that are strong
We blast into the stars
Think we’re safe from harm?
We all knew hiding ‘hind dead moons
Wouldn’t spare us from our doom
And still, imagination
Exceeds the reach of us
Hail high praise for planet Earth’s
Successful exodus
Into galaxies unsearched, untrekked
Pale Rider followed us
We spewed our plague on worlds unfurled
And satellites beyond
Came to new world
Swiftly conquered
Erased a whole damn race
Species below us
Who cares?
No, not us
‘Cause we have mastered space
We all knew hiding ‘hind dead moons
Wouldn’t spare us from our doom
This is the dawn of done
The reprise of extinction
The stars erupt and reign down rust
So cover up and pray with us
History is erased
All is gone
We all knew the fall would come
This is it
Asteroid, meteor, speckled ring of dust
Which hides the key from Astaroth?
Bow down
On your knees and beg, “Please”
For God to spare this disease
No more rapture, no more future
Die out
Our species going extinct
Time is dwindling
No more rapture, no more future
High-time for an execution!
Technology helped us proceed for a short, sweet while
But we could not refrain or defend against the end of times
The universe demands our death
And we’ve yet the debt to pay
The cosmos have come to collect
Without delay
This is the end of days
We all knew hiding ‘hind dead moons
Wouldn’t spare us from our doom
This is the dawn of done
The reprise of extinction
The stars erupt and reign down rust
So cover up and pray with us
History is erased
All is gone
We all knew the fall would come
This is it
Our extinction
V
NINE GATES
DARKNESS RISING
A motion
A whisper
A gesture
A tremor
A sudden darkness is holding me down
And in this submission
A new birth, I’ve found
I wander with wonder
Without fear I journey
If silence is beauty, then weakness is holy
A window
A doorway
An exit
An opening
The shadows are moving, slithering, and calling
With regret and hesitance I recoil against this
I stand by the portal, stirring, reluctant
A moment has passed by without me present
I’m drifting further away
DOWN HERE
Down here, we like a little mischief
Down here, we love a little cheer
Down here, we gargle hard whiskey
Now, blow the head of froth off of an ice-cold beer
Down here, we get a little loco
Down here, we cast long grins
Down here, we get a little side-ways
Now, blow the head of froth off of an ice-cold beer
Down here, we all are family
Down here, our hearts are strong
Down here, we deal in four-score
Now, curl yourself up, I’ll spin ya nice, long yarn
Now, curl yourself up, I’ll spin ya nice, long yarn
All of our kin
Are dust in the wind
Crops growing thin
Like the hair on my head
Down here, we judge no covers
Down here, we pile up arms
Down here, we tell tall tales
Now, come on testify and let the truth ring hard
Down here, we hunt through the winter
Down here, we party ‘til dawn
Down here, we speak our minds
Now, come on testify and let the truth ring hard
Now, sit on down a spell so I can spin ya a yarn
Now, sit on down a spell so I can spin ya a yarn
All that we see
Are saplings struggling
Slowly dwindling
As frost chokes the leaves
And all of our kin
Are dust in the wind
Crops growing thin
Like the hair on my head
Down here, we flare hot tempers
Down here, we lend our ears
Down here, we toast to starlight
Now, blow the head of froth off of an ice-cold beer
Down here, we play Hell music
Down here, we drink our tears
Down here, all is dust-bowl
So, blow the head of froth off of an ice-cold beer
Down here, we cast dark shadows
Down here, our bones are scarred
Down here, we deal in four-score
Now curl yourself up, I’ll spin ya nice, long yarn
Down here, we all are equal
Down here, we all dance wrong
Down here, we all dine on ash
Now, come on testify and let the truth ring hard
Down here, we all are family