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SUPERJOINT RITUAL LYRICS
"Live At CBGB" (2004 DVD)
1. Antifaith
2. Fuck Your Enemy
3. The Introvert
4. Personal Insult
5. The Destruction of A Person
6. Permanently
7. The Alcoholik
8. Waiting For the Turning Point
9. One Song / Ozena
10. Stealing A Page Or Two From Armed and Radical Pagans
1. Antifaith
Through the beyond, the brain that creeps compulsion
Unrash decision, a battle pitched with lyric
Bastard world is swallowing and harvesting
A dense generation that's doomed to repeat over and over
[chorus]
Dischord, fear, psychosis, then the grave
Antifaith, a legion in the cerebellum
Kill the senses, dream of guilt, a blatant fraud
Abominations will maximize both death and danger
[chorus]
Dischord, fear, psychosis, then genocide
At one time, try it again and again
A grizzled down execution, your flesh at one with the dirt
No death king, no veil of martyrs, just red, raw, and gone
2. Fuck Your Enemy
Where were you? When was it me?
A hollow paw, a quiet stare
Drain is slowly, the flow of birth
Eat the after(birth) and satiate the claw-rise
The dumb ones rise to salute the queer
Another dreary (outlook), people fearing
Dick the system, screw the city
Forget you were, forget you were
Die when you can do no more damage
3. The Introvert
Leave well enough alone, annihilate the telephone
Be what only you can see, a curious and odd belief
Meant to walk the crooked mile
Never blink, never smile
Sees itself in nothing much
A skeletal emotion push
Unrising, slumped over
The dank seasons are controlling
[repeat 1st verse]
Unrising, slumped over
The dank seasons are controlling
The dropping ladder of crucifixion
Of crooked eyes, one green, one blue
A Mongoloid gaze
Unrising, slumped over
The dank seasons, are controlling
A "never had", a "never will"
In the syringe being pushed through
The leverage that pulls it over
Is dropping into the moot, drowning on a sinking boat
The pressure brings it up, then down
4. Personal Insult
Personal Insult till multiple Injury is in store for you not me
They simply had to be calling out, calling out to me
Blacked out, I blacked out with a hatred, I hate enough to see
Personal insult leads to multi-injury
Damn the eyes
The ultimate fix is in, crawling though diease and ruins
Enslavement of man begins, only the strong yet scared are
Spared an early death
Personal insult, till multiple injury
Personal insult, destroying
Personal insult to multiple injury
Personal insult, on your, crushing
Unholy war you will get, you can get, its just bullshit
A holy war you will get, you can get, jihad is a joke
Fight us, the American public, the most pissed off motherfuckers in the world.
5. The Destruction of A Person
I had some friends once before,
whose not much my friends anymore
I was very influential in their lives (so they say) , and when I lost my
Mind, they followed me though multiple deaths
(Because) there we were on the floor, slumped over and
sliding downward, with syringes hanging out of our arms,
another night, anyway we could. I said TRUST ME
The Destruction of a person builds character, invisible
Another so called group of friends,
can't seem to get off the needle now again
Should I blame myself cause I introduced some of them to the devil?
Or just realize the lord of light,
fallen from heaven works also in mysterious ways
6. Permanently
We're taking on, too much at once, tables turning, the traps are
Set, we're sticking our big dick, into the business that hardly
Concerns us, he's ignorant
We're pissing off, our biggest rivals, with a shrug or a
Shoulder. If we're going into this half-cocked we'll
Get cold cocked, clean clocked.
To Permanently kill yourself. To permanently kill your family
To permanently kill your god, to permanently kill the rest of the
Fucking population
Malaise, contagious cadaver, indisposed of flowering bacterial
Death display, some will cry that this is the vengeance of
Death, and only to death, no great rewards
Destined to lay, suspended like a fetus in the womb, your death
Experience is common and sobering, to the radiating children
Of the dead god
7. The Alcoholik
Pick up and shake in the wind
Shed your resource and keep it down, trashed
Don't make it right, don't move it in
Put it in the mouth, and swollowed whole
Smashed
(It makes all the sense to me, and could it make all the sense to you? Let
it ride)
Because there ain't no winning in this one right
I try to facilitate, whine in restoration
Blewn
Blow through the prime of life
Numb all the senses down
Project your fear of heights
Onto untravelled ground
Fry and hallucinate, pry and investigate
Blow through the prime of life
Numb all the senses down
Project your fear of heights
Onto untravelled ground
Pitfalls of grief, on all that displayed for the groundout
Prophetically speaking the wilted unformulated
8. Waiting For the Turning Point
Its inside, I felt it then, I feel it now, I feel it now
The turning point, waiting for it, a time bomb, Im waiting for
the turning point, to lead my life from endless rage, to rip out
the page, expect the worst, you get the best, I'll wait out the rest,
the turning point. waiting. endless is waiting
It will be just for me, not her or him or them with hands out
Breaking free of the family, of the lawyers and the vampire
half wits - Waiting for the turning point...
Waiting for the turning point...
Im waiting; Im fucking waiting
Laid out, planned out, on my own it works out, frightful
desperate, unpredictably turns out. Desperate, frightful,
Laid out, planned out, on my own it works out, waiting for
the turning point to drive into me
9. One Song / Ozena
She's crap, she's scum - related to the gutter
She never looks behind her, for there sleeps ashen past
[chorus]
But it feels good, just like the way it should
The cord burns on and on and on and on...
Her mouth hangs wrong, cateract coloured eyes
She smells like gone from the give-up
[chorus]
But it feels good, just like the way it should
The cord burns on and on and on and on...
Ozena
Sex was meant to kill you
Lisp like a little kid, through split tongue seizures
sucking air sounds prevelent, it's a rebirth...
[chorus]
But it feels good, just like the way it should
The cord burns on and on and on and on...
Ozena
Sex was meant to kill you
10. Stealing A Page Or Two From Armed and Radical Pagans
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