THE ORPHAN PART 2

FORSAKEN (inst)

CRANK IT UP YOU FUCKING WHORES Gone for good is what I'm getting Death to me's a new direction But I want to make myself just suffer 'Cause shit is all there is Wishing crazy to me through the slumber Slouching closely to restricted thunder Crashed through motionless it becomes laughter So crank it up you fucking whores Let's talk about it The seascape melts into a laughing flower Slathered by gynecologic power Flowing gushing forth like arms of plunder And tripping balls just like the savior Crank it up you fucking whores Dave - guitar and vocal Brian - bass and production Wil - drums

EDGE CITY The mushroom cloud is laughing meanest of all A nervous breakdown squirting right out my balls The seed is spitting it means nothing at all I'm at Edge City and I'm starting to crawl yeah The ashen necklace of a painted face weeps Subconsciously I want to drown in the streets Depression's going to take the edge off of me I'm peaking now but wait 'til quarter to three I'm all fucked up and I don't care Fatal nihilistic glares I want to scream but I don't dare Come on, Edge City, take me there yeah I want to masticate a marginal wound Explosion sun up a material moon Suicide vibes from everyone in the room I'm the only fucking guy in the room I fucked the wellspring of a ghost I spurned the Emperor's pledge to toast I'm flying off the glistening coast The sand is glass while billions roast The spores of death are fleeting ever the just I'm at Edge City and I'm starting to rust The melting visage of the Rebel King's bust The melting mirrors tend to complicate us yeah Dave - guitar and vocals Brian - bass and production Wil - drums

FEED ME SOME SANE All in my mind everyone's blind Silence is golden in an everyday bind All in my head glad I'm not dead Bitterness bubbles up the words that she said Morals and time physical crime Where is it I can't see it where is the line? All in my brain feed me some sane I'll lick it up and then I'll shoot my own pain Feed me some sane inject my brain The golden nectar of a world without pain Feed me some sane misery reigns A blackness sucks my ankles laughing and slain Dave - guitar and vocal Brian - bass and production Wil - drums

F&PR Fear and paranoia I adore ya I'd never even try to try and bore ya Keep me entertained I must implore ya Fear and paranoia I abhor ya Fuck me fuck you too I'm shouting orders Senseless rage can't decipher the borders Fucking fucks all fucked up and conjected Is it extinct, dying or protected? Fear and paranoia rule Everything's a cartoon to mine eyes Stripped of falsehood bravery and lies Just enough left over to be despised Like a hurricane without a lie Fear and paranoia rule Dave - guitars and vocals Brian - bass and production Wil - drums

HIGHWAY HOME (CANON IN C MAJOR) Pachelbel Populated isolation love starvation indignation Stirring to indecision Life is death is right is wrong Is precious now but not for long Changing through the transition If love is hate I can't relate Take and give and give and take No suicide here concentrate Straining for a salvation Nowhere's home I been forsaken Nowhere's hope so desperation Life breath to a redemption Highway home to my maker I'd love to love the human race In an ugly world devoid of grace Humanity if just a trace Enough already repeal replace Sleep where I fall Dreams don't come at all to the wicked Drop the clip I'm full of spite I rest upon this putrid sight Standing up for the first time For revenge or for elation For a love or stimulation Let that sucker go for the last time Highway home to my maker Dave - guitars and vocals Brian - bass and production Wil - drums

TIDALWAVES RETURN Silent sound means the world to me Falling down all around me I wonder should I smash that door And fly away from my hideaways Violent sound seems to make me be Triumph around gave the rest to me I wonder should I smash that door And fly away from my hideaways Hideaways don't mean shit to me Tidalwaves bring out the best in me I wonder should I smash that door And fly away from my hideaways In the night she stays Tidalwaves Dave - guitars and vocal Brian - bassing, engineering, mixing C.J. Johnson - drums Ian Burke - mastering

THE ORPHAN Affectation to affection can you find a new direction From obliterated years in a lifetime full of tears Crawling from the wreckage of forgiven sin Oh, sweet addiction, I can't stand rejection Well I tried to choose a wish but I hope it don't come true 'Cause every life's a style, everyone but you Don't you know that I wrote this for you to listen to Contrivances breed gloom Swooning like a groom with a shotgun in his mouth Who's my momma and my poppa? Why we never met? Even so I ain't dead yet Were you hungry or depressed? Do I have your eyes? Either way your souls are blazing through my skies Don't you know that I wrote this for you to listen to Affectation to addiction placate fact from friction And a lifetime came and went in solitude Can you hear me? Are you blind? Words jump down around around around around A quietness a whisper I wrote this for you to listen to Every night the light dims more I'm wondering what my life is for I feel like a failure and I wonder why Something inside says I gotta try I'll slide on by Well you could say in my life I ain't accomplished a thing Maybe a little too scared of what the day may bring But come on and try to tell me that this ain't my time You can see it in the sunset every single night I'll slide on by I hoped you'd say when I couldn't find my way That you'd be there for me Glory is gone It never was an option What can I say It ain't free You know I'm scared More fragile than a notion Afraid of love and trust Understand Confusion is reality I'm overwhelmed You and us So fuck you all You turned your back on someone Needing hope and peace Go run and hide Blame it on rebellion That's bullshit, man At least Suit of armor forged in fires of spite Revenge is true violent love Don't give a fuck Existence is a lie From underneath And from above So go on and leave Take your shit and go I don't care That's a lie Leave me be Leave me the fuck alone Sit on down And fucking cry I'll slide on by Dave Linantud: guitars and vocals Brian Lutz: bass, engineering, production Andy Och: drums Ian Burke: mastering Made Hood: cowriting Recorded and mixed at Possum Studios

EPILOGUE The future don't look bright I can't control my fright Something just ain't right What can it be Mine own hands seek the black Run away or attack All Hope is gone it's on my back And my heavy head Oh no "The stone is given its existence; it need not fight for being what it is --- a stone in the field. Man has to be himself in spite of unfavorable circumstances; that means he has to make his own existence at every single moment. He is given the abstract possibility of existing, but not the reality. This he has to conquer hour after hour. Man must earn his life, not only economically but metaphysically. ...Things are given their being ready made." Jose Ortega y Gasset There's something wrong, something missing Something's gone I guess I'm wishing It wasn't but it's still insisting To be oh Dave - guitars and vocals Brian - bass and production Andy - drums