The speed of sound

Angry like I was born
The same way it’s always been
It’s not the world anymore
I guess it must be me

I touch walls to lead me home
Sometimes I mess things up
I’m just human after all
But that doesn’t make you God

Here I go again
I just walked into a wall
Blinded by the world
(Chord change)
Guided by the speed of sound



I lose my way sometimes
All the roads look the same
Clouded by this human race
This mad rush for money and fame

Forgiveness me for my sins
There too long to list
I could be the devil’s only son
Or God’s forgotten one

Here I go again
I just walked into a wall
Blinded by the world
(Chord change)
Guided by the speed of sound



When despair and pain appear
My ears make me believe
In the divine and the pure
And in the freedom of the soul

So here I go again
I just might make it through
Blinded by the world but
(Chord change)
Guided by the speed of sound

(Guitar solo)

So here we are, where do we go now?

We got a million cars clogging up the roads
Everyone’s in hurry, but where is everyone going?
There’s enough smoke and fumes to give you cancer
without you having to smoke your imported cigarettes
Your head aches, you want to vomit, you want to go home and sleep
And then drink your brains out on the weekend
Yup, it’s looking hazy people

We have millions of people making their way to work
This is what human beings do apparently, they work
They sit in cubicles for hours and type, and drink lots of coffee
They go to the same websites over and over again
Like junkies, compulsive buttoned-up junkies fed by
a huge mother corporate ship with a giant whip
They come in the morning, and they use their access cards
They order lunch and eat it with their plastic spoons
Or they bring their own lunch and wash their lunch boxes
like little children, yes, this is it, plastic spoons and spondylitis
Welcome to the future ladies and cyborgs

Ah yes, we have disparity of colour, I guess it’s in out blood
Really, what makes you worship the white man so much?
Have we seen too many movies? Have we hung
Too many pictures of a white Jesus on our walls?
Is it because white stands for purity and God, and black stands for the devil?
And hell the white man has to be good at work, he’s white right
He makes the office look good, and he can speak in an accent too
A white man can stop at cab at will if he wants to, the driver screeches to a halt
And runs back to help him with his bags
A non-white man tries to flag a cab and he gets that look
No good morning, no smile, no shit, get your own bags
Heck why don’t you try and catch another cab?
He sits and he wonders, what the fuck are you doing in my cab?
hey my skin’s the same colour as ours, what’s going on?
classic case of crabs in a bowl
Heck I’ll strip and dance for the white man, I’ll even take his bags out of my car
and take it up the stairs if he asks me, no I can’t refuse the white man
The non-white man can walk, the white man deserves a cab
Dude, they’re bombing your country, look at state we’re in
But I still trust you white man, just because of the colour of your skin

We have the rise of the machines: cars, bikes, guns, huge cranes
to build even bigger buildings, we won’t stop till we bleed the sky
If you think about it the world is now one huge chunk of metal and concrete
Doesn’t the earth find it hard to rotate with all this weight
Aren’t we going to stop? Nope, we want more space for those
parking lots, so that we can park our super fast metal boxes
Hell, let’s take away the football ground so that our kids can grow short
and fat and unable to run so that they can drive and park their
cars in parking lots

there’s a good side to all this I’m sure, maybe I’ll write about that
when i’m not stuck in a traffic jam

Give me some more institution baby

There’s something about mankind and his obsession with institutions. Think about it. From the time you are born in a hospital you are in an institution, crying next to a hundred others preparing to do time. Then you go to a nursery, another institution with prospective inmates. Then you probably go to school and surprise surprise, you find yourself in another jam-packed institution. They make sure you come in on time and leave on time. They feed you books for lunch. They empty your brain and fill it with things you have no clue what the fuck they're there about. They cut down the trees and pave away your football field to make room in the institution. They even give you a uniform too. Then you run and gasp and yell and somehow manage to get out and get into another institution, college. You mingle with fellow inmates, you fall in love, you fall out of love, you fight, you rebel, you graduate into life. Then soon enough you find yourself moving towards another seemingly inevitable institution – the corporate cubicled prison. They tell you to show up on time, they threaten to fire you if you don’t, they make you fill timesheets, they make you work on weekends, they make you work on Christmas, they turn you into a mindless corporate creature who sits in the corner of the pub and slowly drowns in his drink. Years fly away and you wonder why your hair is suddenly grey, why your have a pot belly and why your entire life has passed you by. And then one day you decide to retire and stare at the wall. By then you can’t do fuckall, the institution has broken your back. The institution has won. And you don’t even know what the score is.

strange new world

confusion has set it
the world ain’t what it used to be
maybe it it’s just my problem
there must be something wrong with me

god made man, and man made god
now man is god, and god doesn’t know

the machines flood the pathways
the faster you go is the better you be
let's forget about who you are
just show me your expensive car

god made man, and man made money
money made man, and now god is money

Religion and god are under question
They’re now just a reason to war
we’re on a quest to bleed the sky
and looks like we’re not very far

god made man, and man made the gun
the gun made man, and now god is the gun

let the wind blow and rustle the trees
let the animals run wild and free
before their limbs are cut and
mankind is brought to his knees

god made man, and man made concrete
concrete made man, now god is concrete

the harder you fuck, the longer you last
this is the new meaning of love
the red flowers are dying in the bin
let’s see your bank balance before we begin

god made man, and man made lust
lust made man, and now god is lust

(guitar solo)

hey chico, get the yeyo

the world is yours

The only thing that gives orders in this world, is balls.

still hungry

memories of childhood are coming to a close
all that's left of it is drunken prose
slithering crawling like a serpent
life comes creeping in
my sins are many, i don't know
where to begin

- groove serpent