TRAINING FOR UTOPIA LYRICS

1. Plastic Soul Impalement

There is no need to lie. All of this is all of me. I don't want to make
friends. I don't want to win your approval. I have all I need, all you
need. You don't need to understand. It would be too basic, if you could.
It would be far too easy. Just respect. Accept it. Accept it all. Accept
everything I tell. Don't accept me, but what I am, what fuels me. I can
feel it now running deep through my veins, deep through my soul, it flows
like blood. It lets me breath, it lets me live. It helps me all the way
through, accept this. It flows through me, this is us, this is me, this is
all of me, this is me.

2. A Good Feeling

This is only a test, and I'm left empty again.
No choice words left to save my already stolen...
CARCASS!
I carve it,
in these walls,
in this flesh,
the scars remind me of how I'm, weak how weak, how weak!
and how I'm dead.
But when the time is right,
I sit back,
and I laugh,
and I walk away
as it drowns.
But when the time is right,
I sit back,
and I laugh,
and I walk away
as it drowns.
Good-bye!
my mistake never to be visited again.
the scars remind me of how I'm, weak how weak, how weak!
and how I'm dead.

3. Brother Hezakiah

I don't have enough time in my schedule for you anymore.
Does this thought sound familiar?
Like the time I reached out my hand and uttered a word of respect.
That was my problem. Respect.
It was too much to ask of you.
It was way too much to ask of you.
If you could find time in your busy schedule of clothing your mindless
victims in the absolute nothingness that you have to offer.
You may not have noticed me cheering on your feeble battle.
Good luck!
Maybe one day you'll rise to the top of your great scene.
Just maybe you'll glance back to look at those you crushed to get there.
You coward, you are such a coward!
Never again will I reach out my hand in respect of you.
You coward, you are such a coward!
You coward, you are such a coward!

4. Two Hands

(When I tear it all out and search through all that I am, I find i want
nothing more than to give you just a peace of my life, a peace of my
everything. This couldn't be more important. There couldn't be anymore
meaning to all that i am so i open my consideration unto your rejections.
i count all of my integrity's, everything on my hands, all of my love
every ounce of purity, and i leave myself 10 fingers. Two empty, pleading,
broken hands to give you absolutely... absolutely nothing. Nothing.)

There's no time, but I have so much.
And when I dig it empty, I have nothing to offer.
Two hands,
ten fingers,
to give you nothing.
Do you want it?
I don't have it.
A future dies, no big surprise.
I killed my chance to save.
An angel cries, it burns her eyes, and she sings a different song.
Silence!
give me some more time to stab myself with the truth again.
Give me some time to burn myself to the ground.
Help me back up!

5. Pretty Picture Of Lies

Oh beautiful scar from a carnal injection.
My cheating visual.
My righteousness, ugly.
My eyes are fixed.
Sucks me to emptiness.
This pretty picture, this blossoming plague.
This pretty picture, this blossoming plague.
Take me from you!
Blessed leach persist, and save me from you.
Come to me when you want to be nothing.
Come to me when you want what makes me tick.
Come to me when you want to stop breathing.
Come to me when you feel like living.
You can come to me when you want to die.
Stop Breathing!
If it ever gets that bad, you can come to me whenever you want to.

6. Black Forest

[Instrumental]

7. One Zero One

Fossilized regrets.
Brush, uncover.
Paralyzed embedded regularity.
Deep incision.
End to end.
Desperate hands tear out every debauchery.
One zero one.
Zero to one.
Abrupt cessation.
Lungs be expulsion
of new manifestation,
wings let me fly.
Soar high above the problem.
I want to be one again!
please.
Help,
love,
lie,
this hole.
This shell.
Fill this whole!
Configure the pieces, tell me when you have it,
I need to know.

8. Burning Match In Hand

It's getting worse,
it's burning me
from the feet up.
And i can't see you anymore!
And now it's in my eyes
and I can't see you anymore!
I'd ask you to hold my hand, but I've lost it in all these flames.
Don't fret for the loss of me, I struck the match.
I watched the flames rise high above our heads with a smile.
Is my downfall a surprise to you?
I thought I made it clear.
I'm not your
perfect model!
Burn, I watch it all go down blazing.
I feel the flame against my skin.
Why must I burn all that I love?
But I have failed you.
I am sorry.
I watched the flames rise high above our heads with a smile.
Is my downfall a surprise to you?

9. Human Shield

Pin me up,
stretch out the limbs.
I'm your human shield.
You've set out to feed or feast.
But not of you (no) you set me up.
Come, partake of me.
Without your permission,
without your response.
Come! Have! Me!
Come have at me!
Have at me.
Come have at me.
Have at me.
I don't need this cocoon.
Get in!
Feast,
inside and out.

10. Single Handed Attempt At Revolution

Not a fraction of these beliefs are believable!
And I haven't even begun to try and comprehend what you claim to be so true!

Because I alone am smarter than your completely flawless outlook.
Yeah! Your completely flawless outlook.
I alone am smarter
Yeah!

I can fit so much into this tiny brain trapped beneath this thickened skull.
I can fit so much into this tiny brain
This tiny brain

"And I didn't care for so long. I didn't succumb to your disgusting
apathy. This is an obligation, this is my entirety. I know, I know! Cover your
ears because it's time for the truth! I've questioned you before and
received nothing more than an irresponsible, thoughtless ideology. One
which stresses the independent way of thinking, with no help but your own.
You're running backwards and you're getting nowhere fast. You trip over every
word you utter. And you still proclaim complete awareness and perfection. I've
never heard so many foolish thoughts. War from such a feeble mind. But
it's nothing new. You aren't different! Your way of thinking has been
around for centuries! For those who thought they had to challenge every
teaching, no matter how perfect, no matter how beautiful that teaching was, where
has that challenge gotten them now? You watch your own mind! You wanna
make your own decisions? You wanna think for yourself? It becomes hard
when you don't know what you think and all that's left to do is to protect
your foolish mindset by using some elaborate word, to cover up the fact
that you spend your time being unsure about everything. Your disguise has
proven itself transparent and your mask finds only the impressionable of
its true victims. I will not be a victim! I will not bathe in your flames!
I will not wallow in your disease! You don't scare me! Your make-up! Your
women's clothing! They don't make me shutter. I'm sorry if that's what you
had in mind. Nor do your childish threats strike panic into my heart.

No! This is not a joke! This is not an act! I want a reaction! I wanna
strike more than just a nerve! Do ya feel it?! You've been wrong this
whole time, this whole time! Your book of Satan! Your book of Mormon! The Quran! They've been wrong this whole time! You think the truth is painful continue in
your humiliating movements until it's your time to go. That is pain. When
there's no chance left to turn on your incompleteness. Note the answer you
looked into. And analyze your every fall. No end to your pathetic
considerations! Have you ever thought about how it might feel?! Has your
brain ever surpassed the boundaries of the obvious?! Isn't there more?!
You have no standards! No morals! You live for nothing! Continue to reject
and you'll be nothing! I hate this! All of it! This is your fault! Your
fault! I hate this! All of it! This is your fault! Your fault! And when it
ends, look not into my hands, for your blood! Your blood! Blood! Blood!"

Answer! Answer all my own questions. So why even bother asking?
All I know is that I don't know, because I am a fool, and my pride dies with me!
My pride dies with me!
Yeah!

11. Gift To A Dying Friend

You lied, but how could I expect any more from such an elementary mind?
I offered you something so crucial,
and you spit it back out when I turned my head.
and you spit it right back out when I turned my head.
The solution is basic.
Aren't you smart enough to know how much this is going to hurt?
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!
Now look at your friends, they are crying.
Now look at your friends, they are crying. For you!
They are crying for you.
Don't reach out,
they don't want what you have. No!
I'm sorry,
I still love you,
but I don't want what makes you so sick!
What makes you sick?







TRAINING FOR UTOPIA LYRICS