Do any of you remember what's his name? He used to hang out over there doing such and such that had to do with something else. Nobody was able to figure it out... Nobody was able to try. Did you remember what he used to talk about? I would try to recall his words and stick the nouns and verbs together like a piece of stubborn velcro. I can't even remember how old he was or what he looked like. I want to say he had long hair, but that may have been before his decision to cut it. I want to say he wore regular clothes, but that may have been before he became a fashion victim. It's really bothering me - Do any of you remember what's his name? I'd really like to know how he's doing. But what bothers me even more is that he could have been a her... I don't remember.

This is not my house This is not my home You are not yourself I am all alone I am not in love You are just a joke I never was the promise of Those words you thought you wish I spoke This is not my face This is not my heart I am not the one You will never start I am not in tune You are far away I never was that part of you Who ever wanted me to stay I'll never be ready to turn the next page I'll never be ready to learn and accept Another version of a lie Another version of the heart Another version - Another person Changing the name and call it a start You'll never be ready to turn the next page You'll never be ready to learn and accept.

I'm getting restless in this town And I refuse to stay groun-ded any longer. People walking around in a daze a foggy haze over their eyes getting sidetracked by a dime sack trying to cut some slack on their crime track 24-7 9 to 5 today all day every day of their miserable stinking lives... as they pack their wives in the same suitcase with their lies not being able to realize that there's more to this then what meets the eye. Should this come as a surprise? Shall I go on? Shall I go on? Shall I go on? What went wrong with the ages of long when the pages are missing what will not be found? The blueprint of my generation was created by our elder's vision of free sex free drugs and free rock n roll... wait. I meant the hippie culture spreading their wings like a vegetarian vulture under a tie dyed sky. But I'm not angry... only upset. Maybe. How much do you wanna bet that it's we (not them) who were wrong from the start? Dragged down by a system either falling apart or gone. Shall I go on? Shall I go on? Shall I go on?

Do you have a feeling that other countries Are stalking and talking behind our backs? That other countries are getting fed up And dare to compare their strategies To wipe us into a third world nation? And this will be after the extermination Of at least 2/3rds of our population That this so called land of ours Wasn't even meant to contrive. Will we survive? Not quite this time. Should I dare to mention That I feel all this tension Building up slowly but surely Within the Earth's nervous system? The Earth has known about the decline Of mankind for quite some time now And if asked about how I know this I will answer: Because - I am - In tune - With all the surroundings around me. There's nothing left for us to work out. There's nothing left for us to do. It's too late to correct our stupid mistakes And expect forgiveness from other tribes Who now want their turn to play the role As the bomb-happy bullies of the world. They are closer than you think. Nothing our parents could have said Would have prepared us for the world We are about to inherit. We will not share it. Hell - We won't even be a part of it. Generation Zero. Resurrection of Nero. They are closer than you think. And now they're turning out the lights.

The hardest part for me to believe Is that what we had was make-believe... In her world everything falls apart. Promises and hearts are only used to amuse to anoint what is wrong and I should have known to lose all along... I never belonged. She built our kingdom out of lies, and I thought castles stood forever. Built 2 crumble. Built 2 crumble.

I will climb the tallest mountain And look down upon the clouds. I will sink the lowest canyon And feel the quickest flood. This is what I'll do for you This is what I'll do... If it would make you smile. I will taste the wrath of false gods And rewrite all of their books. I will discriminate the words of law And build an empire for crooks. This is what I'll do for you This is what I'll do... If it would make you smile. I will burn the temple of deceit And send smoke through the sky. I will soar like the strongest eagle And give you wings to try. This is what I'll do for you This is what I'll do... If it would make you smile. I will stop the world dead on it's tracks And make it spin the other way. I will speak the words of languages Forever gone with yesterdays. This is what I'll do for you This is what I'll do... If it would make you smile.

The 60's had Woodstock The 70's had disco And they can keep it! What do we have? Nothing. Strip-malls and drive-thrus Weaker alcohol and stronger drugs And what do they call it? Progress. Progress my ass! How 'bout regress Redress for our parent's sins What they did we paid for with our sanity But we have one thing they did not... Hope. Hope. What an empty word for empty lives. A lost society searching for a savior. Should we look to ourselves? Should we look to future generations? No. The catch-phrase of a generation... Where were you when Kennedy was shot? I was in Limbo waiting to exist. The catch-phrase of my generation... Where were you when the Challenger exploded? I was in math class learning 2 + 2 never equals 4 in real life. One man who changed a nation Against seven people doing their jobs Who is better? Neither. Nada. Zero. The Christians have the only god who cries Does this raise his worth? Maybe. Maybe not. Who knows? I certainly don't. If the son of god was on Earth today And knew the hearts of mankind His only response would be The motto of present society. Jesus wept.

This is a tale spun straight out of my binary core. This is a vision of my world seen through membranous eyes. This is the oceans filled with technicolour nuclear fish, their mutated metal scales riveted together, glowing iridescent in the pitch-dark depths deep below the steel-belted skies. This is a 122,000 line, dense pixel-field, million-gig of escalators ascending and descending endlessly, shuttling through soaring mega-monuments of tinted glass, mingling subterranean with the worm-hole subway tunnels, underground walkways and maintenance channels, forming a sprawling interconnected warren of damp floro-tube bright veins and hustling faceless humanity, clogged arteries slowly choking and dying, packed and swarming at all hours with sweating hordes, sightless and colourless, moving by program alone. This is the grey skies dense with a patchwork of contrails, the inter-lacing lines that score the sky, that's how you know this is a major nexus. Mid-air collisions flash across the firmament in angry oranges and hot-white black smoke plumes coiling up from strangled wreckage. This is the unfamiliar sky gone faceless once again. The heavens a gritty sagging underbelly, static colour the same way every day, all day long until it gives over to a burning jaundiced yellow night, limp and heavy with moisture. Did you hear that? keening with sirens and shouting alarms. This is the night air, a foul, backed-up drain, its water slick with oil and plastic and flotsam. This is my poisonous world, endlessly dripping from above, outlined in chalk from below. Guard in heaven patrols the electrified fences. The world is over heated by the mass of televisions and microwave ovens and radio waves and com-sats strung together like fuse-burned christmas lights overhead. Millions of broadcast waves breaking over the globe. We've burned the wings off of angels with our molten heat mobile phones and laptops cross-jamming each other's frequencies, shuddering, juddering, shivering activity. Everything is moving so fast that if you stand still on the metal-plate platforms you can feel the vibration of tectonic motion. Safety locks, bolting and unbolting in the flow. The hissing of their decompression keeps me awake at night. It's the sound of blood passing through the fibrous veins the the world. It's the vibration of information in quantum growth. It's the sound of thought reaching light speed. It's the loneliest sound I've ever heard.

10- Okay here it is: A word is not a word. My words are bombs, standing alone they're harmless but strung in the right sequence and they're capable of massive destruction or beauty or both. 9- Iconoclast. Tearing down one reality to reveal another layer, buried, disguised. 8- Were you a better person for believing what you were told? No, of course not. Only happier... maybe. 7- Are your buildings crumbling yet? Would you like me to say that again? 6- Falling through the clouds. You can't outrun truth's shadow this time. 5- Check the radiation levels. Two people could turn your cities to ash. 4- Some can't take it. Screaming, screaming refusing the fusion of a new breed of sanity. 3- Closer now. Can you smell it? Not like diesel or industry, is it? 2- Pulse quickens. Hear the new train pull in with a sick sense of permanence. 1- There it is. Got it? Good. 0- Impact. This is not a test. Breathing will not be an option. This is not a test. Breathing will not be an option. This is not a test. Breathing will not be an option.

I don't know what to do I feel so sick and tired too The weight of the world is on my shoulders And I know I'm growing older There's no place left for me to turn I feel so scared and concerned The future lies in our hands It's time for us to understand I look at you, you look at me Tell me, tell me what do you see? Wasted dreams and wasted lives Through reflections in our eyes Life is just a fucking game And we're all just the same No one really has the answers To our little prayers Catch my... catch my fall I said save us... save us all All my feelings are growing stronger I won't be here too much longer There's no way out that I can see If you can find one please tell me I can't take this anymore My hand is reaching for the door No one really makes a difference in this world Catch my... catch my fall I said save us... save us all.

The heart can be broken a thousand times From lips that have spoken only in rhymes And riddles and read between all the lines I would have known if I followed the signs... Heart Mind Body Soul (It's not what you think) The mind will be made up a hundred ways Unsure of the choices brought up every day Every week every year the tension to raise I should have known the price I would pay... Heart Mind Body Soul (It's not what you think) The body can be guilty of a dozen crimes From trials and errors with all different kinds And something and every leave me behind I could have seen it coming if I wasn't blind... Heart Mind Body Soul (It's not what you think) The soul will be bargained with one way to stay But it's never the words I wanted to say Or whisper or scream in the ear if I may It's not what you think cause I never obeyed... Heart Mind Body Soul (It's not what you think)

Stealin' down an alley on a cold dark night I see a halo in the rain 'round a street light I stop and look and listen to the sound as the raindrops penetrate the silence all around Alone, I gaze into the glistening street The distant thunder echoing my heartbeat urging me on to a secret goal away from the light from this lamp on a pole So I turn slip away into the rain drifting like a spirit through the shadows in the lane Clutching the tools of my trade in my hand An old box of matches and a gasoline can Darkness envelopes the scene like a shroud A veil of emptiness hangs from the clouds Filling up the cracks in this desolate place cradled by the night in an icy embrace I move through the town like a ghost in the rain A dim reflection in a dark windowpane Blackness beckons from every side Creeping all around like an incoming tide A broken window in an empty house I slip inside and begin to douse the whole place with the fuel that will feed the fire and push back the night, taking me higher On out of the darkness in a deafening roar the match in my hand is the key to the door A simple turn of the wrist will suffice to open a passage to paradise I pause think about the past in the gloom The smell of gasoline permeates the room Everyone has a little secret he keeps I light the fire while the city sleeps. The match makes a graceful arch to the floor Time stands still as I turn for the door which explodes in a fireball and throws me to the street I hit the ground with the flames at my feet Reaching for the night which recoils from the fire The raindrops hiss like a devilish choir Dying in the flames with a terrible sound Calling all the names of the sleepers all around But then in the arms of the night they lay Their dreams sprout wings and fly away out of their houses in a gathering flock swarming overhead as I hurry down the block I make my escape with the greatest of ease and safe in the darkness, I drop to my knees A light in the window, my hand on the latch I reach in my pocket and pull out a match... Everyone has a little secret he keeps I light the fires while the city sleeps.

Maybe a 300,000 megaton blast from some nuclear warheads could brighten up our day. Who would survive? Possibly five? Should it be three? There will be nobody. Where went this precious zero called society? No longer a part of you. No longer a part of me. No longer a part of... Breathing will not be an option. Breathing will not be an option. Look up at the sky. Now what have they done? This is not a test. This is not a test. Breathing will not be an option.

It all began when I was still a young child at Cambridge. Paw Paw was the janitor, and we lived in a small room next to the boiler. Nights brought what I can only describe as shaky peace broken occasionally by the pills. My grandfather was undeniably mentally ill, but at the time I had no frame of reference to begin to understand the situation I was born into. I didn't attend school. Ever. My only introduction to the world outside of that basement, that dungeon, that prison came at the age of 13. The first time I remember feeling the blossoming of desire to leave. I loved Paw Paw, but the beatings had transformed him into a stranger as the frequency increased and he decided to stop speaking to me. Months went by when he would utter nothing more than grunts and indecipherable mutterings under his breath. My tears, cries, and sleepless nights littered with my "spells" did nothing more than ignite his rage, and the night came then it happened. He managed to buy Jack Daniels for his birthday, and after polishing off most of the bottle, drenched himself with the remainder. The planets were aligned as far as I'm concerned. He signed his own death warrants more times than I can count over the years. The wooden matches next to his rolling papers called to me, and I burned that motherfucker where he lied. I ran until my lungs burned as hot as the smoking pile of ash I left behind me. The rest of my childhood was spent rolling joints for the Church of Kadin chained to Mike Ward's washing machine. The flamingo wallpaper was my only reprieve. I hung myself yesterday and haven't been able to stop breathing. I've tried to bite my tongue, but it hasn't swelled up enough to close my wind pipe. Fuck my life.

Everybody knows that the dice are loaded Everybody rolls with their fingers crossed Everybody knows that the war is over Everybody knows the good guys lost Everybody knows the fight was fixed The poor stay poor, the rich get rich That's how it goes Everybody knows. Everybody knows that the boat is leaking Everybody knows that the captain lied Everybody got this broken feeling Like their father or their dog just died Everybody talking to their pockets Everybody wants a box of chocolates And a long stem rose Everybody knows Everybody knows that you love me, baby Everybody knows that you really do Everybody knows that you've been faithful Give or take a night or two Everybody knows you've been discreet But there were so many people you just had to meet Without your clothes And everybody knows And everybody knows that it's now or never Everybody knows that it's me or you And everybody knows that you live forever When you do a line or two Everybody knows, Everybody knows That's how it goes Everybody knows Everybody knows, Everybody knows That's how it goes Everybody knows And everybody knows that the Plague is coming Everybody knows that it's moving fast Everybody knows that the naked man and woman Are just a shining artifact of the past Everybody knows the scene is dead But there's gonna be a meter on your bed That will disclose What everybody knows And everybody knows that you're in trouble Everybody knows what you've been through From the bloody cross on top of Calvary To the sunny beach of Malibu Everybody knows it's coming apart Take one last look at this Sacred Heart Before it blows And everybody knows Everybody knows, Everybody knows That's how it goes Everybody knows Everybody knows, Everybody knows That's how it goes Everybody knows