Death Star

("That's not a moon, it's a space station.")

This moon's been seen her radiant face.
It might be the location of the empire base.
Approaching should be okay,
after the meteor field of the day to day.

But kid, she eats planets
in less than 12 parsecs.
And inside of her electric heart,
is a fleet of enemy starships.

A tractor beam to lure you in.
A million trenches beneath her skin,
her mouth a cannon of lust
to turn star systems into star dust.

But kid, she eats planets
in less than 12 parsecs.
And inside of her electric heart,
is a fleet of enemy starships.

There's a throne room inside of her head,
where the empress is worshipped, her ego is fed.
For those who refuse to submit,
there's a compactor where good men are ground into bread.

But she's more beautiful than any of your moons,
electric blue to deserts dune,
That hum that lures you is the sound of her heart
fighting it's way out to tear you apart.

But kid, she eats planets
in less than 12 parsecs.
And inside of her electric heart,
is a fleet of enemy starships.

I've got a bad feeling about this.

Hymnal: Credo

This not my credo
It's a battle cry, a rally call.
In the day of phones and facebook,
why am I on this stage alone?
Everybody wants to be
left alone here in the valley
Showing up occasionally with their capos and their spit
to play another prom-night hit.

So why study study study,
or keep it clean clean clean?
When we could bloody bloody bloody
up this agoraphobic scene.

Because nothing gets changed
if the rules stay the same
And I know I'm to blame,
for not breaking these chains.

But I'm just one man
and it doesn't matter how much of one.
Six feet four at the gates of hell
and twenty years of being held,
then splitting in bleakness' eye.
Before that monster raised it's fist,
blackening mine.
Turned more great kids
into apathetic young minds.

I hope that this reaches you where you sit,
and you think I sounded like shit.
You tell someone close that you could do better
Do it
Do it
For God's sake do it!

Destroyer.

"We destroy arguments and every lofty opinion."

We are the killers of decadence
destroyers of stars.
From times long ago,
to galaxies far.
The same old things,
lords and kings.
Everything that builds itself up,
we'll bring it down,
WE'LL TEAR OFF IT'S CROWN!

Fifty Three:Five

I loved you to death and that's where it brought me.
To hang for every moment you've turned your back.
This is what I want. This is what love wants.
This is love.
And I'll wait for you forever,
it's my love, not these nails that hold my arms open.
It's my love, not these wounds that tear me apart.
I love you to death and that's where it brings me.
I deserve gold, but will wear thorns with joy.
For the day will come, when you will rejoice.
Rejoice sons, daughters,
I loved you to death.

Plastic Christmas Trees.

As tires grip the shoulder,
and engine hum comes to a stop.
The red and blue in rear-view mirror,
A good man dressed up like a cop.

Son, do you know how fast you drove,
when your car sped past my gun.
I'm certain it was far too fast.

The fat man in the stretched-out car
just waved and smiled
around his cigar.
as he drove past the scene,
seventy-five on county BB.

Fifty-thousand dollar donation
just three months ago.
Do you think the department forgot?
He's paid his due, we let it go.

Son, I'm going to let you off with this,
a warning to slow the hell down.
But look out, the cruiser's a 2010.

Karl might have been wrong
about how to run his country.
But he sure knew how things work
in Outagamie county.

A Way of Life.

If Superman were real,
I'd hate his guts of steel.
Saving cats in trees,
our wealth and liberties.
While kids are sold
across the seas
to pay for their parents
next meal.

I'm looking forward
I'm looking forward
to ending this talk
about changing the world.
And changing my heart,
instead.

Backbroken.

Every breath you take
every band you make,
every record you break,
I hate.
You kill everything our
heroes create.