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Puppy: The Greater Wrong of the Right Full album lyrics courtesy of Ogre
Just looking for something is what to say keep
looking at nothing to go away you take my picture a
portrait prize behind my image your father's eyes
just looking for something NOW it looks like
something from far away inside the image grows and
makes the shadow fade behind the image posted on your
wall a crack is hiding fighting for it all just
looking for something NOW we've taken it somewhere
from far away the voices echo from yesterday behind
the crack behind the image on the wall I see you
curled up tightly hiding from it all just looking for
something NOW hit me on the street while waiting to
do nothing where within the space can anything feel
certain look into the future make out the word speak
send in the spies to watch them creepy are the people
unable to do something sitting on an armchair fenced
in their creation look up to be there anywhere is
somewhere itchy past scratch the itch hit me in the
streets hit me feel about a nation so precious is the
freedom carousel the brass ring reach into a black
mass so its corroded always polluted we all want some
of it maybe all the people now left without no loving
where within the strength gone better see it coming
get off the fence trip rip up the garbage make it up
to the earth bitch hit me in the streets hit me be a
politician eroding all your freedoms down the rabbit
hole cracks money markets fall through a looking
glass time becomes too fast all to benefit the rich
so keep eating from the apple edges from the center
shaken to the core until it doesn't matter no one to
turn to no where to run to better the bomb to blow it
HIT ME in the streets beat my head to wake up cause I
feel as if I'm sleeping past is in the heart and I am
waiting for the rhythm feed the holy jaws no saying
pain is the answer after all is gone the story leaves
me feeling empty and all alone it leaves me feeling
emptE breathe we are all animals inside free the
spirit is alive to guide us we're all alone and
really feeling empty we're all alone when all revenge
falls apart taken a step back from the start leaves
me feeling empty IT neuwerld order pissing on a river
on the way a long tomorrow rancid waters picking up
the remnants of a flower in all of us exists the
touch of deadly warming global and trust we must
distrust the owners of the new world order what of
the hour of the whole look what you've been missing
feed upon the fingers chew the knuckle to the bone
dig inside the crack beside the pain that is a home
live a distant second skin whatever else that can fed
upon the remnants of a life that's never had he took
a living thing and made a copy of it an image put the
finish on a life still being made the secret twist
invading mists the desert once a forest can't see the
forest for the death within the tree inside the crack
beside the pain that is a home give it up today
average levitation mojo no magic dedicated delusion
give it all away oh yeah mother theresa all of it for
the good of everyone never really ever really happens
life is all distorted reasons are purported what we
share with everyone nothing every little boy and girl
is under everything is wrapped up tight underneath
the spell what is discovered everything is wrapped up
tight every little thing that is discovered did it
ever really happen attached in awe what a whiplash
hate filled culture of viruses born raised and
infected with violent thought to set it off defend
the wrong incite the thing to bring it down the panic
of in a moments time bomb the artful dodge to
fabricate a polarizing opposite political intention
to keep it poor without a choice so full of fear a
peoples voice carve a scar warm clotting of meat the
maker of the hollow cost kept pockets picked of all
moral law to face the truth were banished from a
history of then is wrong defend the wrong incite the
thing to bring it down is this pure reality could we
be led to believe lemmings up against a sea drowning
in speculation even told when waters older more
polluted never drink the murky media to plumb the
depth of time what of human frailty visualize with
clarity past the sanitation to childish flesh and
bone bleaching sticks and stoner ribs pukes up
gallows laughter stage the mighty media blessing this
sanitation what is this supposed to hold freedoms
crush disparaged souls despot dug in yellowcake and
failed to certify it crippled son to pass it on a
hatred fed on hatred born deify defensive form as if
to never see that what is real canned I feel less
important than today anyway is it worth the
slaughter? Sit and feel absolutely zero suffering a
condition worth denying pasted carcass killing fields
body parts off dolls that bleed who was once
committed for pulling wings off flying things feeling
bold to knot put over twisted ever after hissing
faded left alone to replicate the lie what is real
asks the dream some dim shift a rift within funniest
seems a distant the damp ring fitting end destitution
ego death within a condition dear dementia are we
alone mission complete to the unknown this is a story
this is so sorry all is a stone sunk in too deep run
out of air lung full of heavy it's feeling heavy were
we forewarned force it to break labor of hate who are
we fooling what are we doing pin it on time proof in
the meat time to consume does it concern me under a
flag free are we all completely use less are we are
we end is a known sick and alone pieces of dream
meant as a nice theme meant as a nice dream so pause
at the end cause the effect shorten the pain time for
reflection or to regret them dark this heavy past
tension over talking ever creepy creep me out quiet
soft pitch scratchy throat sore bubble crass the eye
balls of token alibis say digger dig me then throw it
out in time to gain all the picture water sport aim
the game to get no shot rich vine land party spot all
them kids so fucked up as if the problem looks alive
with each virtual compromise dead head auction
auction muscle every thing that lives feeding egos
radius dark this matter heavy past tension over
talking trash pubic public pimp the name divine the
only pissing game working on to undermine only one to
one two blind hooking up its wired set the bomb
depress the audience looker woofer hookah smoke
breathe in feed on spit it out inner vision inside
dope latest software antidote creepy creepy creep me
out quiet soft pitch scratchy throat cross the bubble
crass the eye dark this heavy past tension over
talking empire sews the seed of hate we remove
ourselves passing flames inspires ugly traits
sanitize creepy ills to keep the fear in line is it
wrong to let the liar lie creepy ills to keep the
fears in line more acquired is disease the souls
state I am a god I am a faceless warrior lost leaders
wins the glorious growing stocks of used up people
life is twisting all the words to shun life worth
less than corporate rape empire takes control of fate
I am dying I am dying is wrong to call a spade a
spade popping pills will ease the daily pain bombing
peace back up into the stoned state I am not living
here I have got much left to fear in the place of
safety I am fortunate to be alive with all these
distant rich things around me I am left to realize
its not the blood in me it's not the hate it's just
the simple things that I relish I am a god I am a
face less warrior we remove ourselves from the war
looking from a distance sanitized wash your hands an
feel it the dirt is down the drain. enough
This page last updated on Thursday, May 20, 2004
by Corey Goldberg
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