We were losing control
and we had to take action
So the people were told
They were being reported 
and sifted and sorted and filed and categorised

As the measures took hold
we encountered resistance
So the people were told
There would be no more singing
and dancing and loving and laughing and things of that kind

This could never happen here
We are much too cautious
and anyway our masters like us

As the years took their toll
and this life became normal
Certain people were told
they were no longer needed
they hadn't succeeded in meeting the standards required

As they buried their old
and the weak and the useless
The remainder were told
they were no longer human 
they had to consume only vermin and maggots and flies

This could never happen here
We are far too grateful
to get ideas above our station.

Losing Control

We want all your money
We want all your time
So give us what we need and in return we'll let you
Bow down and kiss our feet
You know you want to

We want all the power
We want to control
So do just what we say and in return we'll maybe
Give you one more bank holiday
You know you want to

Don't you understand we are better than you
Don't mean to be unkind
But deep inside you know it's true
Just look at what we do

Instr.

Don't you understand we are better than you
Try to realise
We decide what is true
Not a lot you can do

We want your confession
We want your soul
So give us what we crave and in return we'll make you
Work to an early grave
You know you want to

You know you want to

You Know You Want To

Don't wear your heart on your sleeve, don't let them in
They will hurt you, you see. 
Though they don't mean to
I will remain locked in and helpless
It's all the same to me, it's all the same

It's not that I don't feel, it's that I feel too much
And a heart can get broken from the slightest touch

I trust you're proud of yourselves, you've broken the world
You could put everything right but you don't want to
I will remain tongue-tied and pliant
While you determine our fate we shoulder the blame

It's not that I don't care, it's that I care too much
And a heart can get broken from a touch

It's not that I don't feel, it's that I feel too much
If the words get spoken (don't keep telling me how wonderful the world can be)
And the dam bursts open (someone always pulls the rug from underneath and suddenly)
And a heart gets broken from the slightest touch

The Slightest Touch

When puny men in silken garb present themselves for judgement
And all at once their wings are singed they make themselves repugnant.

When herds of limp and pasty fools arrive at their consensus
They tease apart the fibrous roots, they render each defenceless.

You are no better than me

The righteous scum who gorge upon the carcasses of beauty
The fawning creeps who lurk beneath so mindful of their duty

While feckless flabby fat necked freaks can claim to be exemplary
Their catamites are kept on ice lest friends call unexpectedly

You are no better
You are no better
You are no better than me.

Puny Men

They Never Will

The Flow (ooh yeah)

It don't work that way

Set Your Monkey Free

I don't believe a word you say
Your ignorance is what gives you away
And precious moments that should stay
Are suffocated where they lay.

What have you done? You've broken your promise
And all along you seemed so honest

The fields are strewn with broken glass
Mosquitoes cluster where we'd pass
And precious moments that should last
Are stifled helpless in your grasp

What have you done? You've broken my spirit
And all along I watched you do it

They're killing our children
They've poisoned the well
They put 'em in boxes they've got something to sell

They're killing our children
They put them through hell
They're making them stupid they've got something to sell.

Hold me back don't let me say
All the things I'd like to say.

Precious Moments

All for my own pleasure. Reaper is now my DAW of choice, though Ableton still gets a look in from time to time

Joe Lemons