Amoral
And patiently stood by his tomb,
When in a low whisper I heard something say:
How sweetly I sleep here alone.
2. The tempest may howl and the loud thunder roar
And gathering storms may arise,
But calm is my feeling, at rest is my soul,
The tears are all wiped from my eyes.
3. The call of my master compelled me from home,
No kindred or relative nigh.
I met the contagion and sank to the tomb,
My soul flew to mansions on high.
4. Go tell my companion and children most dear
To weep not for me now
Forget About Heaven
When the sun's gone
Then they cry, laughing as they die
They can't look into your eyes
Moonlight makes it all so clear
Peirces the skin without tears
The writing on the wall's been smeared
Tragedy, comedy
Bite the hand that set 'em free
Same old song with a different beat
Comedy, tragedy
Forget about heaven
And the book of fear
Forget about heaven
We're staying here
Getting so high but staying so low
Stumbling, look out below
Halfway's too far to go
Forget about heaven
And the book of fear
Forget about heaven
We're staying here
Beliefs, disaster
Domination by persuasion
Nightmare is after
Your ruined faith beckons grace
Hold their heads down
When kneeling to pray
Heaven lies the other way
Cheated angels turned away
Forget about heaven
And the book of fear
Forget about heaven
We're staying here
Forget about heaven
Originally performed by Lard
A fork is a cold shiny tool
To pierce, tear and ingest
Whoever has the fork in hand
Controls the meal of its choice
We're told the first few punctures
They're for our own good
Better carved up in pieces
Than blown up in the oven
Forkboy
Flies by night on stolen fuel
To Santa Rosa, CA
Opens a fake employment office
"Want a job? Go get me drugs"
People desperate for work
Return to quite a surprise
Busted for intent to sell
Cops pay him a bounty
Forkboy skips town
We came
We peed
We conquered
You bleed
The choice:
Fork Boy
Or finger food
Ugly joy
What does it replace?
Why wait
When you can eat yourself alive today
Junk bondage takeover glutton
Ready to bore in
Unfold his rotary blades inside
Pull the guts out and resell them
Buys out his next target
With the last one's pension funds
Thousands more thrown out of work
So Leona won't have to settle for a mint
Forkboy
Picked by the FBI
To be the black pied piper
After Dr. King died
Watches soap operas on TV
While 6 billion disappears from HUD
Who are you working for
What did you hope to gain
Why do you hate your past
So much you destroy the ones you love