SLICE THE CAKE LYRICS

1. Introduction

[Instrumental]

2. Squander

We all wear faces of kings, wisened images of majesty.
Yet we're all one and the same, our facades ever pushed to schism.
We recite bitter poetry, scorning the day's descent,
Alienation's callous grip, urging us to decline the day.

Each one of us searches the streets as restless nights and listless minds,
Envelope our daily existence, devouring the will to breathe.
Yet we find nothing but needless violence.
Ultimate cowardice, actions instead of thoughts.

We all look sideways, hoping to see familiar faces.
All we find are trinkets staring back at us, expressionless.

We are all cursed to walk gaia alone,
Surrounded in kabuki, failed geishas.
It's in the making, it's in the breaking, the theft of all rationale.
In wake of reason we become tainted, entangled in bittersweet escapism

Sidestep the issues at hand; transfixed as statues.
A monument of sloth; we are progress squandered.

In times of tribulation humanity gravitates to idols,
in lieu of self-analysis, reanimate by proxy made flesh.
Existence of idealism near-guarantees hopes and dreams.
Yet, what are we but hollow men in this suburban wasteland?

What worth is transcendence in a world of fools?
Contented in squander they bask in the light of the noose,
Impatiently waiting for a public display of brutality.
Under a pretense of autonomy, we are animals.

The death of art will be our undoing as we sever the ties to what makes us human.
To retain hope in altruism is to surrender ones independence,

Contented in squander.

3. Cleansed

I toe the line between the innocent and the guilty.
I tread the space not met between the light or the dark.
This path of the everyman.

I am society's backbone in times of need;
And times of caution, and times of hunger
For something more than fortune and fame: I seek enlightenment.
I denounce myself.

I am the blue collar worker. Nine to five; satisfied with all his worth.
I am the arrogant fuck, staring down at his empire.
It's never enough.
To bring us back to step one, erase everything down to zero, level off the playing field
May be seen as anarchy by some, but this discomfort is your freedom.
It's your freedom

I am Caesar and you are my slaves.
I am normality infected.
I seek to be the plague; infecting innocent cells with my impurities and sins.

To be truly free, to be truly right, to be truly pure: we must be reborn.
To be truly wrong, to be truly cursed, to be too far gone: we must bring forth the the storm.
We must.

4. Race Of Roses

If this is all there is; and compassion's but fleeting in a sea of mediocrity,
We'll tread water in futility. We're all nought but fucking ragdolls to gaia.

Why has it become so acceptable to display a consummate aggression
Spat in the eye of progress; all in the aid of an existence as leeches?
They become more anesthetized by the hour, succumbing to a spiritual sterility.
Compelling those with beating hearts to sew their eyes shut with but a second thought.

More concerned with petty insights of extravagant intoxication,
Intravenous injections of venom to poison every man, woman, thinker or feeler.
Blind, Idiot Gods of their own creation, survival as parasites.

Consuming the roots of the pure and draining the life of the few;
Nothing more than weeds in the garden of Eden, tainting the apple of knowledge.
Pure insipid spite in all its twisted glory;
We are a race of roses, natural beauty encased in a crown of thorns.

But, this was not to be.

Gaia be damned, Gaia be cursed.
Gaia be damned, Gaia be cursed.







SLICE THE CAKE LYRICS