another wordly device
words & music by Prong
time for reward its been so hard just living here transcend the self remove the sight ending the fear escape the fault widen the gap kill off the facts that are gonna hurt my mind that are gonna stain my soul another worldly device that may ruin me that are gonna ruin my goals that are gonna take its toll another worldly device another worldly release take back myself from this here self the ones that you do must hold some truth to what you should I will perceive the will persists I must omit what's gonna hurt my mind what's gonna stain my soul another worldly device that may ruin me not gonna block my goals not gonna take its toll another worldly device another worldly device more wrong advice another broken promise
Whose Fist Is This Anyway
words & music by Prong
playing on the hate team shut out cut out of the mainstream if you like to play victim and play the part so well that's how we'll treat you if it suits you so well hey now its all turning watch your world burn hey now its all burning watch your world turn if you never felt decent and you feel rather mean don't wear your hurt so pathetic let your mind set you free play for the hate team shut out cut out of the mainstream hey now its all burning watch your world turn hey now it's all turning watch your world burn
Snap Your Fingers Snap Your Neck
words & music by Prong
nothing breeds more contempt for this world than memories now formed every moment a new seed is grown to no reason the trouble unfolds for the trials of today i'm no jury really don't care how you feel the pleasant notion of miraculous change drifts into multiple jeers you want the good life you break your back you snap your fingers you snap your neck seconds drip thru my hands washed of moments unborn all the spaces between bleed a tribute to a sacrament never exposed a message to the forces, I've no pity don't know how thankful to feel expectations of my daily bread gives me the hunger to steal
Cut Rate
words & music by Prong
you try to take all the challenge out of all of our lives you make it all too predictable with your white wash lives you see, you got to show me the torment and all the despair all those bloodless bullet holes are more than we can bear with the plastic coverings and the cut-rate display no renewal of the pleasurable with no image of decay you go for the stability and what do you get some real vivid misfortune a cause now an effect clean sweep
Broken Peace
words & music by Prong
tell you something clearly tell you something real but you tell me nothing you never do nothing real your kind it keeps on cutting division you create now its all exploding soon nothing left to break no hope in complaining all this lay in ruin its a time for mending gathering of the wounds
One Outnumbered
words & music by Prong
what a crying shame talk about pass the buck no thought of a change go out and get your gun thought we've had out fill of that they've had enough all of those with good will let the rest run amok they won't come clean so we're bound to lose don't even have a clue no respect for you dignity for whom one more outnumbered bleeding hearts that humble to find some shelter from a bloody shower another cause to blame another soul to judge
Out Of This Misery
words & music by Prong
i'll take no blame for some other's mistake a fossil of the past continue underrate the ability to end a life no stability in opinions not alike someone should take me out of your misery if i should take it any further, i'll end it...you out of this misery. you've got life, blood on our hands, this is no life. i will not shame for a deed undone i'm reaching for the stars i spit at the sun. i'll take the liberty to get you off my back i want your history taken off the map.
No Question
words & music by Prong
so thrilled we got you now you can't break the game so glad, accept the choice so glad you learned the ropes to try so far to go the end you'll never know you have nothing to follow the message a lost cause and who cares about the lesson no question of the loss
Not of this Earth
words & music by Prong
just sit down and talk to death it's known to teach you time again a something not of this earth that something not of this earth. 12 o'clock time for bed say no to waking up again feeling not of this earth that's not of this earth brings all comfort to no reason never know where you go what if the intangible that something to earth not of earth that something all comfort no reason some reason
Home Rule
words & music by Prong
more conquest more proud division another rape for a strong man it scares you into submission now's the time to face the home rule. it's our find, never give it back our kind shut em out shine a light bring em out take no flight never give in more conquest more proud division another rape for a strong man it scares you into submission now's the time to face the home rule all alone never give in hold tight what you know birthright gift of pride look down upon your foe
Sublime
words & music by Prong
I comprehend these laws with no particulars the trappings of it all can never give in turn a concept of counsel of the inner wealth perception of the dark all in you stealth a sublime substance controlled abstinence sublime success unworldly happiness a pointed eloquence in its sublimity precision eminence of all solemnity for the inner wealth perception of the dark all in your stealth a necessary call, a law a perspective change, a law
Test
words & music by Prong
Lights shine from the burning faces I don't care if it blinds me shadows gesture me for panic but there's never anywhere to flattered from media sized rages never to miss the wicked ways not so easy to get fooled by emergency broadcast rule it's a relapse! a point of collapse! god bless my soul it's up to you now crawl on all of us another message attempt to scare us again rejection of all what is said I listen to only what's discordant like the sting of razor sharp glass enjoy the scene of torches burning laugh at a poisoned gasp this is only a test this is only a test this is only a test sit and watch windows the plodding flames lick a dozen stars discredit any hopeful discerning rejoice the thought of future scars