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Mettle IV: Programmed Apathy

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Mettle IV: Programmed Apathy

Down the street,
another world from here.
Sound: recognition is gone,
when you cannot hear:
down where woman is beat.
When you turn your back down
from the problems, “Are you afraid to see?”
Down: where the dead children lay… spine to spine,
HEADLINE: PUBLIC FEEDS THE PUBLIC ONE MORE BULLSHIT LINE
Everything outside your skin gets avoid.
Everything outside your skin gets destroyed. (x2)

Turn your back,
Out of site out of…
Turn your back,
Out of site out of…
Turn your back,
Out of site out of…
Turn your back,
Out of site out of mind.

–Chvad SB

Copyright 1997-2004 Chvad SB. All Rights Reserved.

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The Most Appealing Thing

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The Most Appealing Thing

It appeals to me but can’t reveal to me,
It appeals to me but can’t reveal to me,
It appeals to me but can’t reveal to me,
I want it all and I don’t even know what or why.

When frustration becomes synonymous with my name…
and
When repeated failure isn’t an oddity it’s the same…
and
When pride becomes excuse for complete lack of ability…
and
When integrity can’t mask my lack of sensibility…
and
When it’s gone way past the point of no return…
and
When what I’ve invested can never be earned…
and
When time has consumed everything and I’m next…

What?
What!?

It appeals to me but can’t reveal to me,
It appeals to me but can’t reveal to me,
It appeals to me but can’t reveal to me,
I want it all and I don’t even know what or why.

I don’t even fucking know what IT is anymore
Or if I ever did… could someone make me a whore?
Or even give the opportunity to get IT fucked, insert object here,
Maybe it’ll point north and open my eyes and make me wise to the fact I’m fucked.
At least then maybe I had a choice…
At least maybe then someone heard my voice.
At least maybe then I can coulda’ shoulda’ woulda’ my way to my grave.
A pleasing alternative to a choice-less slave.

I’m just trying to fool everyone to believe I’m worthwhile
and now that I have I can’t even fool myself for a while.

It appeals to me but can’t reveal to me,
It appeals to me but can’t reveal to me,
It appeals to me but can’t reveal to me,
I want it all and I don’t even know what or why.

–Chvad SB

Copyright 2005 Chvad SB. All rights reserved.

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Cow Tippin’

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Cow Tippin’

Genetically bred and then fed themselves when they die.
Herbivore turned cannibalistic carnivore and you ask yourself why?

More beef for the burger.
More burger for the bun.
More genetics, cow synthetics.
And the Happy Meals are fun.
And the Happy Meals and toys.
And the millions they employ.
Can’t compensate for the hundred million creatures we destroy.

Cow Tippin’, Cow Tippin’
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!

Let’s take a baby and put it in a box.
Feed it nothing and watch it whither away.
Then we cut off the atrophied muscle,
Cook it up and serve it as a meal.
Call me a freak?
I call it veal.

Cow Tippin’, Cow Tippin’
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!

Ok, here’s a good one:
What has four stomachs, weights 1200 pounds and drinks cows milk?
A cow mother fucker!
It’s not even something we really need.
Humans, in their infinite superiority…
are the only species…
that find it necessary…
to suck the nipple…
of another breed.

–Chvad SB

Copyright 2001-2004 Chvad SB. All Rights Reserved.

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So Emotional Tao

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So Emotional Tao

Music is amotional…
Music is amotional…
Music is amotional…

If music is amotional…
Then why does it fill me?

Out… Of sorts. Out… Of mind.
Out… Of touch. Out… Of time.

Empty in space…
Empty in head…
Empty in thought…
Empty in said…
Empty in spoke…
Empty in speak…
Empty in mind…
Empty and weak…

–Chvad SB

Copyright 2002-2004 Chvad SB. All Rights Reserved.

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Another Dead Comedian

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Another Dead Comedian

It was wife #3 where all the trouble began,
“I gotta kill Phil and fix the problems at hand.”
Is it what she thought? Who the fuck could know?
Through the cloudy eyes of alcohol, Zoloft and blow.
Maybe shot him dead ‘cuz she’s a talentless bitch…
Coulda’ been a homicidal scratch she had to itch.
Maybe shot him dead ‘cuz she didn’t like the way he laughed,
shot him in the head and chest and couldn’t get past
the fact that it was obvious that it was coke and Zoloft’s son,
a crazy little fuck that made suicide fun.

Another Dead Comedian
The Comedian is Dead.
Another Dead Comedian
The Comedian is Dead.
Another Dead Comedian
The Comedian is Dead.
Somethin’ in the soup?
Or maybe something that he said… (x2)

Q:
“Why, oh why? Why did I kill Phil?”

A:
“Voices in my head! Voices in my head! I hear voices in my head I hear,
MUST KILL PHIL! MUST KILL!”
“Voices in my head! Voices in my head! I hear voices in my head I hear,
MUST KILL PHIL! MUST…”
“Voices in my head! Voices in my head! I hear voices in my head I hear,
MUST KILL PHIL! MUST…”
“Voices in my head! Voices in my head! I hear voices in my head I hear,
MUST KILL PHIL! MUST KILL!” (x2)

Q:
“…and what about this bullet in my head?”

–Chvad SB

Copyright 2005 Chvad SB. All Rights Reserved.

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Horror Culture III: The Victim

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Horror Culture III: The Victim

One there was a time when one would wear,
a face without reason and a vacant stare.

White walls drew meaning to all the action seen.

Once there was a time when one would wonder why…
white walls drew meaning to all the actions scene.

Consume.

Clarify the point.
Target with mind’s eye.
99.9% chance of imminent disaster.
.1 % and counting…
Countdown engaged…
Situation down.
Target… missed.
Still dreaming…

–Chvad SB


Copyright 2000 Chvad SB. All Rights Reserved.