THE LOCUST LYRICS

1. AOTKPTA

Idealogical leper
Newly planted tower: Grows from the ground and spills its guts out on the sidewalk

Pseudo-politico
Flat talk O'clock: Rolls past the site of a flesh insurrection

Sidestepping creep
Hostile Slumlord: Grabs his cash and hits the road,
His face is charred and scabbed like the map of some
Desolate wasteland
A speck of neglect
Bombed out and leveled
to be cleansed again

[We'll bury this city in trash]

Damage Deceiver
Builds up his believers
And takes charge

Stains Half the sewer
with chaos and clover
and charred tongues

Is this the dumpster of your dreams?
and who will be your next trash crusader

ancestor incest,
the organs are rotting
on weak slabs

Re-animating
the corpses of buildings
with old stones

2. We Have Reached An Official Verdict: Nobody Gives A Shit

Belching into the atmosphere, new erections still the same as those
filthy fucking old ones

now it's known that theres no heaven on this shore on this or
any other damn shore for that matter

Shit-sucking kings and ass licking peasents with
their foreign tongues licking someones foreign affair

only because signs show that we must fly from here

shave that matted faux fur suit

hey incarceration generation!
now listen to what the preacher has to say about life, but
don't listen to what the man of faith has to say about petty details like
death and despair

Haven't you heard yet?
No one listens to anyone anyhow
take that aimless aim and let it rip

open fire when you hit the shore
relax, its only the smell of some sea men

fire!
Hand me down hamburger

3. The Unwilling...Led By The Unqualified...Doing The Unnecessary...For The Ungrateful

Will all john henkleys please report to the corporate barbecue

Let's pile this trash much higher so that we might just reach the heavens

Leaving cock-sucker (no offence to the cocksuckers) behind
with stock imagination, reinventing commons then living without dead time

Opinions are like assholes, everyone seems to have one

So here you go: Death to fuzz

dead

Uncle sham and his sick uncle dickin', all fuzzy tailed and fucking like bunnies

making you feel just like a warmed up corpse

a total hit hitting on everything
got to pump and... dump

brains are on ice and still one too many bellies touching their backs while some have
their back teeth buried under the ground

they shall eat thy dinner out of a polystyrene / polypropylene dish, it shall be pre-
prepared, cooked in a microwave sped up by a megatron at a
2450 megahertz frequency and thy food will be calories, bht, bha,
sulfites and yellow no. 5

now its time to throw craps

so pay up mister hoof-and-mouth-disease, the cake is getting thin, add the coffin meat
of those who don't have the sense to pour the piss out of a boot to save their lives

4. One Manometer Away From Mutually Assured Relocation

Feel free, fornicate
it's not the earths first contra coup,
or the first astral projection experience with mesomorphs.

One can't resist these surges
One can't resist these carbon copied secies, like us.

Power failure pandemonium
proudly perverts plutonium.
And whoever handles these loose electrons
could you please modifying your geiger counters
to reveal planets morphing
blanket retribution completely blocked out by a
nimbus indicates it's time to stray from the nucleus

"There is just something about cloud-cuckoo land"
-Minimally conscious, hairy quadruped.
Scientists, save us
Scientists, S.O.S

5. Full Frontal Obscurity

Questionless outweigh the collective's sensible side
Poverty on pangea can polarize plenty more
Till there are only two classes left: Dick and Serf

That's not all, next step is
Entire countries without running water or food
Right next to vast fields of golden toilets
With guards protecting bad ideas

Sacrifice of the selfless without selfish consent
This hegemony is hard at work

Get back in line, you'll fit in fine
rank and file, reconcile

Questionless people do you
Think you can do any less?

6. Scavenger, Invader

The highways (The Slipstreams of half-sacks)
Are jammed up from pillar to post

Night changes things:
Everything is foul and filthy the reign
The settlers are kicking off their shoes

Flex those comets, bury that asshole
'Cos noxious obnoxious is guilty as hell
Take those smokestacks to your lawyers
And smoke out the lot of them
Drown them all out

7. Hot Tubs Full Of Brand New Fuel

It's easy to replace in the name of progress
It's easy to replace in the name of progress
Wink wink, nudge nudge.

Obsolete fuel, so lobbyists pull an alternative mule
Insubordinate antique engine, spark superfluous discharges
Gaia is wounded, corny and spoon-fed
Groupthink banter resonates everywhere

Taxidermy, guilt ridden professors
Sneezing out all the answers
Do you want it sugarcoated?

Drunk cars in Brazil didn't have to foot the bill
The complaintiff states, "Not enough mistakes"

But it's OK, the EPA is a stepping stone
Before the end of Rome

It's easy to replace in the name of progress
Wink wink, nudge nudge.

8. God Wants Us All To Work In Factories

Dying can't be that easy
Getting born again can be somewhat hard
A snake eating its own tail,
Riding the new wave of new
Don't wait for...
God to judge you because we can't do that

The words you sing are wrong since all masters are taught exactly what masters are
to know. The chorus sing: "I'm unimpressed"

The one who is only God cannot be top dog
Employer, employ some stale dead dog fuck all fuck bag

Hey!
Heave! Ho!

Well in case you did miss the memo...
Rest in peace neoclassical absurdity
Let's polish turds
Then eat them
Yum, yum

9. Book Of Bot

He's a wretch and
Like all the rest he thinks
There's time to make trouble
And time to make a mess
He says,
"Punch in automate
Stomp on, stamp out"
Mechanized and traumatized
He's tapping things obsessively

Find his boss's office
and tears it apart
Torches the evidence
Quits his job

Voltage highways
Currents moving constantly
Blissed out and circuit bent
He's summoned by his majesty

Anxious electric
Taps into the registry
A challenge to the monolith
The obelisk is posturing

Sleeping monsters rise
(Manichaean Disguise)
Ransacks junk town

Glass-eyed ogre
Builds himself an armory'
Lives like a hammer
(a vulgar dimplomacy

A new kind of prophet
Tyranny
Trauma
A new aristocracy

Finds flaws in the eyes of his enemies\Wages war and flies his flag
Prelude to the coming of
A new machine metropolis

10. Slum Service (Served On The Sly)

Slum service (served on the sly)

The signs say:
He's sketchy (Singing all of his sighs

It seems my pig comrade
Has tripped
Around town

A chattering tone was stacking stones,
Building a conversation
The alley said, :Fine I'll take the time."
Stone after stone
He bellowed
Cover was blown
His mind dropped and
then he stutter stepped

The alley got restless and walked
(Needs a new place)
And while the titans move he'll slither
(Underneath the Slip-ups)

Fresh prize at his side
He was itching to
Hide from the
Same old
Flies

11. Tower Of Mammal

Sluggish synapsis mocking cro-magnon's first impressions,
Also gently leaning towards the nearest black hole

And even time reversal symmetry
Is baffled by the smirkless face of history

Analytical avenger can't be held back any longer
By these self adhesive shackles
Arranged in sequential order
Up the spine of the self appointed
Full time re-arrangers of yester-eon

Overwhelmed by the repeating pattern,
Yellow rain pisses in the well again
While closing inon rationed out repossession

The fact remains, this is the wrong time line







THE LOCUST LYRICS