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M.O.D. LYRICS
"Devolution" (1994)
1. Land Of The Free
2. Devolution
3. Repent
4. The Angry Man
5. Resist
6. Crash N Burn
7. Supertouch
8. Rock Tonite
9. Behind
10. Running
11. Time Bomb
12. Unhuman Race
1. Land Of The Free
Sow the seeds of discontent. Reap the crop of the weak and spent. Bear the yoke of the disciplined man. Who's blood was shed for Disneyland. Red and White, Scars and Stripes. Fly our colors through the night. Standing Proud and Tall. Never will we fall. We were ment to be. The Power Monopoly. March to the beat of the flute and drum. Bound to succeed, never to succumb. Gonna fight every step of the way. My life for freedom, small price to pay. Red and White, Scars and Stripes. Fly our colors through the night. Standing Proud and Tall. Never will we fall. We were ment to be. The Power Monopoly. Sow the seeds of discontent. Reap the crop of the weak and spent. Bear the yoke of the disciplined man. Who's blood was shed for Disneyland. The agony, of thee I sing. Corporate death and liberty. In agony, I pledge to thee. A toxic land, land of the free.
2. Devolution
You better hide, the beast of night seeks you out with rage and vengeance on his mind. The meek die, as genocide, empowers everyone, that sanity defies. "Greed, will, feed", devolution. "Greed, will, feed", devolution. Turn up the heat, face the beat, there's no justice, just unjust in the streets. They march fourth, they march hard, and rally cries of coming reich's, sounds the worlds ALARM. "Greed, will, feed", devolution. "Greed, will, feed", devolution. Defy - Deface - Destroy. Devolution. Defy - Deface - Destroy. Devolution. The end of all. There's no solution.
3. Repent
Call on me... When you need some help with a dream. Call on me... When you've lost your self esteem. Call on me... When you feel a little low. Call to me... When you need a picker-up. Call to me... When you know that you've fucked up. Call to me... For your daily fantasy. Cause I'm your wettest wet dream. Still life, dead brain. Outcast, insane. Get bent, repent. Choose death, you'll save on rent.
You gonna see the light tonight..tonight..tonight. You gonna pay the price in full tonight. Reach for me... And be taken by the hand. Reach for me... And you will meet the man. Reach for me... And your burden will be mine. Pray to me... And I will be obtained. Pray to me... And your life will be ordained. Show me your faith... And your cup will overflow. Still life, dead brain. Outcast, insane. Get bent, repent. Choose death, you'll save on rent.
You gonna see the light tonight..tonight..tonight. You gonna pay the price in full tonight.
4. The Angry Man
Shunned upon by his fellow man. Lives in hell and eats out of a garbage can. An alleyway is where he calls home. He fights a war and his mind is the battle zone. Blood runs down the drain, from the street of pain, you will fear his name... The Angry Man. The just, must prevail. He laughs out loud, inside his head... sirens wail. As he stands looking over the edge, he prays to Him for justice... He wants death. Life sentence. You're guilty of a crime. An episode of hatred burns in his mind. He sends a message of pain and hope of war. Sends death a knockin' at your door. Blood runs down the drain, from the street of pain, you will fear his name... The Angry Man. Mesmerized, hypnotized, standing in the dark, paralyzed.
5. Resist
Whip me bitch until my ass bleeds. Whip me till it makes me cream. Command me to obey your rules. Command me to play the fool. Squeeze my brain, and will with your vise. Subdue me in your soul of ice. Bend me, make me understand that clay is molded into the man. Try to mold me... I resist. Try to mold me... I clench my fist. Try to mold me... I'll break away. Don't care. Won't listen, to what you have to say. If you whip the whipping boy, he will resist. Whip the whipping boy and he will resist... Resist! Rub my face into the mud. Fill me with confusion and drugs. Scorn me cause I masturbate. Crucify me, I have no faith. Try to mold me... I resist. Try to mold me... I clench my fist. Try to mold me... I'll break away. Don't care. Won't listen, to what you have to say. If you whip the whipping boy, he will resist. Whip the whipping boy and he will resist... Resist! ...Won't ...Don't ...Can't. I will exist, I will resist. Been consumed by the fires of hate. Been reborn by the glory of faith. Been healed by the love that's inside. And freed from my pride. ...Won't ...Don't ...Can't. I will resist, I will resist, I will exist...
6. Crash N Burn
You want it, you got it, you gonna crash n' burn. Should've listened when your momma said: "Son you're gonna crash n' burn." Runnin' hard, playin' hard, livin' by the rules of the road. Runnin' hard, playin' hard, gonna crash, you're loosin' control. Gonna crash, gonna burn, lesson learned, saw the signs. But son you didn't turn. You want it, you got it, you gonna crash n' burn. Should've listened when your momma said: "Son you're gonna crash n' burn." Out at night, outta sight. Out of mind, born to ignite. Runnin' hard, you can't last. Burnin' in the night twice as fast. Gonna crash, gonna burn, lesson learned, saw the signs. But son you didn't turn. You want it, you got it, you gonna crash n' burn. Should've listened when your momma said: "Son you're gonna crash n' burn." YOU ARE GONNA CRASH N' BURN.
7. Supertouch
Running amuck with the wind at my back. I'll plow you down and never look back. Nowhere to run, cause I kicked in high gear. You're shit outta luck, know the ending is here. ...I'm the man with the supertouch. Nitro's my fuel, it runs through me like piss. Anger, my mood, pain's high on my list. I nail the gas, push my foot through the floor. I pray to God, death don't knock at my door. ...I'm the man with the supertouch. Confide in me, the Chosen One. Heart of stone, ice for blood. ...I'm the man with the supertouch. You beg for your life on your knees. I'll show you no mercy... Supertouch. No matter how loudly you plead. I won't hear a word that you say... SUPERTOUCH.
8. Rock Tonite
ROCK! You came here to see a show. We came here to rock n' roll. Hit the lights, we'll hit the stage. We'll make this place go freakin' insane. The crowd is loud and feeling strong. We're gonna party all nite long. We're gonna rock tonite... "ROCK". Turn the power up to ten. I've come to crush, not make friends. Feel the beat thumpin' hard, thundering bass, crushing guitars. Feel the sound, pound you down. It's loud, it's true, it's underground. Hear the sound, so loud and true. And know these sounds were meant for you. Raise your fist and heed the call, of music made for one and all. It's loud, it's true. A crucial sound that butchers you. The crowd is loud and feeling strong. We're gonna party all nite long. We're gonna rock tonite... "ROCK". "ROCK". "ROCK". "ROCK". "ROCK". "ROCK". "ROCK". "ROCK". "ROCK". "ROCK". "ROCK". "ROCK". "ROCK". "ROCK n' ROLL".
9. Behind
Walk the streets called home. You're walkin' on thin ice. Try to keep the pace. The rat race ain't no life. Livin' in a concrete box. Another slave to the grind. Ain't gonna turn my back. And leave my life behind. We're gonna take it to the streets... To the streets... We're gonna take it to, we'll take it to the streets. Won't give an inch of ground. Won't give in at all. Won't turn to run away. One of us must fall. Won't lay down my arms and pray. I'd rather die and fight. If this be the price I'd pay, I'll pay in full tonight. We're gonna take it to the streets... To the streets... We're gonna take it to, we'll take it to the streets. Sit back and watch your world. Crumble with decay. Sit back and listen to the songs of yesterday. Sit back and sing the songs of rebels who have lost. Cry out when dreams of hope crumble into dust. Ain't gonna leave it behind.
10. Running
Livin' in the city of struggle and strife. Walking with the dead thinking you're alive. Screamin' in your head it's time to get away. Pressure's building up inside your head. Everywhere you're looking you're seeing red. One false move and someone's gonna be dead. RUNNING... You can't hide. RUNNING... Just to stay alive. RUNNING... As fast as you can. Walking in the jungle to the beat of the drums. While natives be stalkin' you so hide your head. Creeps be creepin' up on you son. Better take some money and get a gun. Then they'll be the ones who better run. RUNNING... You can't hide. RUNNING... Just to stay alive. RUNNING... As fast as you can. RUNNING... Better keep on running. This ain't the way it's supposed to be. You out for you, me out for me. Livin' in the world of misery. Why can't there be some unity. ...Us and we...
11. Time Bomb
Gotta time bomb, tickin' in my head. And it's 'bout to erupt. Gotta urge, gotta terrible urge. And I'm foulin' stuff up. Goin' downtown, gonna get myself known. Gonna make alotta noise. You ain't gonna make it home. Got some dope, got my scope. Your ass is mine cause I can't cope. I'm goin' insane... I'm goin' insane. Now I'm startin' to shake. I laugh and leave death in my wake. So I'm starin' at a loaded gun. As I'm loading up another one. Someone's gotta pay. I'm scopin' out a busy street. Laughing from the city heat. Someone's gotta pay. Gotta move, gotta move, gotta move, gotta move, gotta gun and somethin' to prove. I explode, I lock n' load. Gotcha in my sights as I blow my load. Deaths' toll deaths' toll. Sounds true as I unload. Down n' out, the body count is on the rise as bullets come sprayin' out. I'm goin' insane... I'm goin' insane. Now I'm startin' to shake. I laugh and leave death in my wake. So I'm starin' at a loaded gun. As I'm loading up another one. Someone's gotta pay. I'm scopin' out a busy street. Laughing from the city heat. Someone's gotta pay. (I got that off).
12. Unhuman Race
You criticize a way of life. And don't agree to their struggle or their plight. Then you're branded, left dead, stranded. Freedom of thought, I don't ask, I demand it. You point the finger, but your guilt lingers. You agree just to blend, so you dont figure, talk is cheap, flesh is weak. Actions make the man, so judge him by his deeds. The unhuman race... The unhuman race... The unhuman race... What a disgrace. The unhuman race... The unhuman race... The unhuman race... What a disgrace. You criticize a way of life. And don't agree to their struggle or their plight. Then you're branded, left dead, stranded. Freedom of thought, I don't ask, I demand it. You point the finger, but your guilt lingers. You agree just to blend, so you dont figure, talk is cheap, flesh is weak. Actions make the man, so judge him by his deeds. The unhuman race... The unhuman race... The unhuman race... What a disgrace. The unhuman race... The unhuman race... The unhuman race... What a disgrace. Live a life of shame, of profanity and pain. Salvation's down the drain. You're the unhuman race.
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