Snicker At The Swine

Ribbons & Sugar Lyrics

The Taming

(Clapping/Instrumental)

We're Not Orphans

Artificial

Prosthetic hands are sympathetic

But i'll put and end to this

I can't keep fighting, do I have to keep fighting?

Stop breathing

It's not the same

Because I was just a kid

It does not do well to dwell on dreams

Acceptance takes you further than you ever thought you'd go

When you chase the ghosts of things that could have been

Like a father who was never there at all

I was a boy

Now i'm a plane

But i can't keep this holding pattern anymore

Epilogue

Take your knife out

The blade is deep in my back

But it's not the first time

Can we figure a way to bandage the wound

Your misguided soul is playing the fool

Nurture your ignorance

Beware of betrayal which lurks in the hearts of all

Don't cloak the animosity

Living in a continuing soap opera

Where you are the coroner

And I'm lying in the morgue

You've slithered and strangled me

I know I know I've done the same

Let's start again

Work Lies Sex Love Fear Hate Friendship

Production line chasing mechanical dreams

I'm not just a number

Balances gaining interest but who yields the profit?

Can you measure a man by the line of his credit?

I'm worth more than the sum of my parts

Equations don't add up

Heed this warning don't go chasing

American dreams ripping at the seams

Work lies sex love fear hate friendship

In fifty years you'll be in the ground

A Manifesto Of Tangible Wealth

Eloise sits, this privileged corpse,

A mundane pace offers no struggle

Denny holds tight,

Chrome death kiss on a platter,

He enters like raid to a hive

(What do you want to be?)

Who do you want to be?

Or would you rather die here tonight?

This is a knot in your rope of cubicles and apparel

Draw business with syringes

A stethoscope can hear the faint ticks of a nine to five

Have you ever seen a life much sadder?

But still you climb

Eating from the trough again

Stuffing his mouth with glory

Biting the hand that feeds him

Because he thinks he's worthy

Absorbed in his deceit

The lies are subtle in which he snorts

To justify his inadequate morals

He rolls in mud to rid himself of the shame

And cleanse his conconscience

With his snout in the air

He knows

A hypocrite of his own breed

Pale pink skin covers up greed

He consumes yet does not produce

This sty is his pity place

Apparition

It's a broken house

Bloody handprints on the wall

Ghosts out in the hall

That's where mama lives

I can still hear her calling out my name

Singing I'm sorry now

I didn't mean to hurt you like I did

I always wanted to make a change

Always offered the worst in me

All of my hate, all my anger, all my self-loathing

You can't go wrong if you bring love, if you bring...

I'm a broken man

Blood on my hands

Ghosts out in the hall

Just ignore them all, but I still hear them

No I can't hear her

I won't die here

Time to fly, time to fight

Time to be a better man

Cut The Strings

This is frustration

This is me using the same tricks and getting sick of it

This is me throwing pieces against the wall hoping something will stick

This is awful

Awful to think who decides what should or should not stay

What ends up on the cutting room floor

Apparently it's not my choice to make

So here's another one

Is it good enough

Please do accept

I need this

If it's not up to par I just can't think of what I might do next

I'll just appease and conform to you tastes

Let's not forget about who we are

It gets in the way

Let's forget who we used to be

Will it never be the same

The Horse You Rode In On

I think I've read this book before,

Hardbound shiny cover, pretty colors

But an ending that's sure to disappoint

It's not what you'd expect when you open the box

And all the things you'd wished you'd find,

Fleeting and taunting, colors drab and ordinary

To the brilliant white of not knowing what's inside

But how can I bear to behold that dream now?

That my eyes have adjusted to the concrete walls of this box that I've opened?

And I know I'm more than just a little fucked up,

But I'm trying to make my way back home

Recondition, Reprogram, Reactivate

Relearn to feel

Somewhere I forgot about the feeling

If feelings make us human than what am i

Get ready a change is coming

I am reprogrammed

Almost human now stop

I've got a gun

Halt the process

Duck and run

Not quite human but this weapon is loaded

Counterfeit Language

You've seen this kid before

He sits fists clenched

When he looks up he sees tigers

When he looks inwards he sees disgust

Disgust for a jungle that is alive

A hand-me down false hope that is hard to swallow

When the truth has been realized

They'll destroy you

So what now adapt and fit in to this system

No, learn the language of this tribe