MISERY INDEX – SCENE AND NOT HEARD

Crawling out en masse, they gather
Turkey flop platoons, will scatter
Drag-queen ninjas dance, pirouetting
Always ’scene’ and never heard, these core eyesores

What have we learned, in seventeen years
of glam-rock in the grave?
-That history repeats itself…again

…And right on cue, Pavlov’s dogs will dance

“Like dude, this band just sucked until they broke it down!”
…its coming yet again, I think I feel it, its coming right now…dance you fashion fuckers!

Brie Brie Brie! (It’s a fucking good cheese!) You gotta love it!

Always Read more…

MISERY INDEX – THROWN INTO THE SUN

In the name of gods
You prey on desperately
Like a parasite
Here lies the consequence

Six billion arms around me
In sweet denial

With burden to bear
Atlas recoiling
In terror

Six billion arms around me
Destined to wake

Light dims on civilization
Gathered ’round dying embers
And with a steady hand
Long last we’re thrown into the sun

Spiraling cataclyst
Deafening, down to this
Ascending, world in tow
Telling all, eternal woe

Throw it all, make me strong
Never right, never wrong

One and all alive
Disposed

MISERY INDEX – BLOOD ON THEIR HANDS

One time, the last rendition, too long I’ve sacrificed.
Dead stones in walls of freedom, built high with filth and vice.

So blind you walk into their chapels, morality enthroned.
What price this god of mass invention extracts to make you whole?

Your crimes defy your wisdom, no faith can set you free.
Unleashed through vile maxims, your doctrines bleed deceit.

Mental crucifixion, what flesh can serve your needs?
Unchained, I crawl to exit your shrine of rotting dreams.

MISERY INDEX – SCENE AND NOT HEARD

Crawling out en masse, they gather
Turkey flop platoons, will scatter
Drag-queen ninjas dance, pirouetting
Always ’scene’ and never heard, these core eyesores

What have we learned, in seventeen years
of glam-rock in the grave?
-That history repeats itself…again

…And right on cue, Pavlov’s dogs will dance

“Like dude, this band just sucked until they broke it down!”
…its coming yet again, I think I feel it, its coming right now…dance you fashion fuckers!

Brie Brie Brie! (It’s a fucking good cheese!) You gotta love it!

Always Read more…

MISERY INDEX – FED TO THE WOLVES

Roll forth the dice, the hourglass tipped
Conformity reigns, soon enough the hammer hits
Imagination crushed, where brilliance once thrived
Predictably they’ll serve, as worker bees beneath the hive

Assembly-line indoctrination
Like heads of cattle herded home
Some might call them pioneers
Reality would call them drones

Funneled out fast, from classroom to cancer
Disciples at play, so bland, yet so sincere
Pharmacy-fueled, cavorting as fake friends
Whittled down dull, to shallow, uncreative ends

Work, play and reproduction
The three pronged trident-spear
Impaling deep in wisdom’s head
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MISERY INDEX – 49 SECONDS OF HATE

Ignorance is bliss
The culprit of twist
The quintessence of spin
Their right legs shorter than their left

Barking fascist cur
In pursuit of his own shit
Parading as prophets
And on each word I fucking spit

As descents try to clean
The right wings fucking mess
Rupert Murdock buys,
And bill o’reily pounds his chest

The time has come for change
So for them i dedicate
For lack of objectivity
49 of hate

MISERY INDEX – THE ILLUMINAUGHT

The illuminaught sharpening ubiquitous blades
Sycophants turning their knives
Conflating the past to the present
Deadbeat dregs dragged to a masterplan

It’s written on cuneiform tablets
Your trapped within their daily madness
The final solution
Illuminaughts
Illumination

Push the pen
Conscience now
So, push the pen
Through the centuries
Through your grandfather’s blood
Conflating the past to the present
Sacred bonds perpetuate a masterplan

Cuneiform tablets
The daily madness
The final solution
Illuminaughts
Illumination

Right at the street, tentacles of ritualized fear tame your cognition
From birth, right from the start, illumination shaped your paradigm
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MISERY INDEX – SERVANTS OF PROGRESS

Bred for the wheel…

Running like a dog far too long
Waiting for a chance to ‘be’
Learning your lessons with pride then fall into line
Your class inclination is to work
Consume
And breed
You bury your dead where you eat
But never forget this world is finite

Work another day
Punch that clock
Watching your life pass by
Sucking all flesh from the bone
Your fruit all but rotten
A spectar comes haunting again as Babylon sleeps
Your enemies once were your friends
Your lovers
Your life… all dead

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MISERY INDEX – THE COLOR OF BLOOD

What instills fear into the hearts of men
The pale blank stare of the bastard sons of Sam

Waltons perched on high, big brother Bush’s patriot act
As Fear, the great inhibitor, can motivate the taking of lives back

Consume… your empire your tomb

We sold our SUV’s
We bleeding red and black
We got up from our knees
And took that shit from Wal-Mart back

And I could give a fuck about this shit robot parade
Red white and blue and sleep
And so soundly they Read more…

MISERY INDEX – THE COLOR OF BLOOD

What instills fear into the hearts of men
The pale blank stare of the bastard sons of Sam

Waltons perched on high, big brother Bush’s patriot act
As Fear, the great inhibitor, can motivate the taking of lives back

Consume… your empire your tomb

We sold our SUV’s
We bleeding red and black
We got up from our knees
And took that shit from Wal-Mart back

And I could give a fuck about this shit robot parade
Red white and blue and sleep
And so soundly they Read more…