Tory and Solo: wonderful work, as always! Why hide it here?

Wow! I Love this! Great composition, not to mention the great guitar work Tory adds!

Solo Goodspeed (aka - Schizobrainiac) - Vocals, Orchestration, Additional Music, Co-Production
Tory Slusher (aka - The Jive Monkey Cartel) - Guitars, Lyrics, Music, Co-Production

Myth of Holy Murder

It’s OK if I hurt you, 
‘cause God said that it is alright,
It’s no problem to seize you, 
Because you have no more rights

It’s completely fine to “disappear you” in the night,
After all, you’re not likely to put up a fight,
No reason to assume you even deserve a choice,
Our goal in life is to eliminate your voice.

No such thing as a holy crime, 
We’re just space dust clouds flying through time,
If you kill for the invisible man,
Perhaps it is you who will ‘receiveth’ the tan,

NO SUCH THING AS A "HOLY CRIME"!

Never mind that those in control don’t really believe,
They only claim to love you because you’re so Naïve’ 
Next time you’re sneering at those in the archetype below,
Please check your ego.

No such thing as a holy crime, 
We’re just space dust clouds flying through time,
If you kill for the invisible man,
Perhaps it is you who will ‘receiveth’ the tan,

Though you believe you cause is just,
You’ve infected society like cancerous rust,
On and on and on til’ they get your last dime,
Using the writ of holy law to conceal their crimes.

Always there will be, those who claim to have answers,
Spinning half-truths that follow the music like a dancer,
Nothing is sacred, not even our words,
What’s sensible now, over time, becomes absurd.

No such thing as a holy crime, 
We’re just space dust clouds flying through time,
If you kill for the invisible man,
Perhaps it is you who will ‘receiveth’ the tan,

Myth of Holy Murder

Solo Goodspeed – All Vocals, Orchestration (everything except guitars), Harmonic Mutations
Tory Slusher – All Guitars, Outline/Framework, Lyrics, and Concept

Lyrics:
Digital Narcissistic Magic Mirror

Database the Sheep
Experiment on them while they sleep
Weapons cut them up like lumber
Hypnotize them and induce slumber

You are not Safe
Dark is your Fate
It’s time to slice the nape
Of the two-headed snake

Look into the digital narcissistic magic mirror
(While) They finish stealing your land
Even as we speak, the hour grows nearer
Make a stand or just crumble to sand

Commercial Break

A timeless tale of us against them
Sell your soul on the slightest whim
It’s very complex, exciting and new
But just stop and think 
Who’s controlling who?

Exposed and deposed
You’d just as soon exterminate them
From the safety of your Helter Shelter

Look into the digital narcissistic magic mirror
While they finish stealing your land
Even as we speak, the hour grows nearer
Make a stand or just crumble to sand

I hear there’s a map
Shows where stuff overlaps
Just another way to compile and defile you
All the while, you nap (in your bed)
You probably think (in your head)
It’s just voodoo crap (doodoo doodoo)
But social networking is a Trap (Da! Da! Daaaaaa!)

Just try your best to remember
Don’t let them stick your mind in a blender
Freedom ain’t slavery, and war isn’t peace
(and) Dignity don’t belong in a lease

Look into the digital narcissistic magic mirror
While they finish stealing your land
Even as we speak, the hour grows nearer
Make a stand or just crumble to sand

Look into the digital narcissistic magic mirror
While they finish stealing your land
Even as we speak, the hour grows nearer
Make a stand or just crumble to sand

Digital Narcissistic Magic Mirror

Solo Goodspeed (aka. @schizobrainiac) - Vocals, Lyrics, Drums, Additional Orchestration 
Tory Slusher - Guitars, Bass, Song Format, Sound Effects, Harmonic Outline, Mixing / Mastering

Lyrics:
Once upon a time, 
The sky all fell down, 
But it was just baby brother,
Crying wolf

Nobody was home 
When Armageddon came to town
And when they all got back home, 
No one agreed on proof,

When you find G-d just isn’t real, 
Who else do you praise?
When the company shuts down for good, 
Who else gets your raise?

Overspent
Underpaid
Deep in Debt
Last card played

The say the fall of man
Is not but a myth, 
But sometimes plain truth 
Isn’t that obvious

With our programmed minds
And our lives within walls
We won’t recognize 
When it all turns to dust

When your lover puts you out on your ass
Who else do you know?
When all the cars run all out of gas,
Where else will you go?

When the company shuts down for good, 
Who else gets your raise? 
When you find your G-d just isn’t real, 
Who else do you praise?

Overspent

Solo Goodspeed (aka Schizobrainiac) - Vocals, Orchestration, add. music, co-production
Tory Slusher - Guitar, Lyrics, Music, Stuff, co-production, mixing

Lyrics:
They say it's OK to talk to yourself, 
But only if there's never an answer, 
Listen to 'em talking 'bout the clockwork elves,
Almost as funny as a bowlegged dancer

Radiation, 
Extermination,
Don’t forget about Alienation
Followed by Mutilation
Negative adaptions

now you're a stupid, mutated fool
sheeple in the matrix are none the wiser
basking in ignorance doesn't make you look cool
you're like Geordi La Forge, only without the visor

Radiation, 
Extermination,
oh, and let's not forget Alienation
soon followed by Mutilation
Negative adaptions

Negative Adaptations

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