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Failsafe

Failsafe

And now we have Christ.
But we’ve had him before,
In every organized crime,
The Failsafe from lore.
And the good lord spoke…
But we’ve heard him before.
In every failed culture,
In every bloated whore.
Unthought motto,
In the land of the brave
Non-thought past,
in the home of the free

Still slave to a God of vengeance…
Invading me.

–Chvad SB

Copyright 1999 Chvad SB. All Rights Reserved.

Hiroshima, Topics which apply, and Reasons for Mid-Life Crisis.

Hiroshima, Topics which apply, and Reasons for Mid-Life Crisis.

If you think, you scream
Pressure elating in the mind’s dream
Cliched pleasure in sane.
Not true, eyes strained, Opaque pane
Digital Perfection, protection is dream
1.0.1.(one, zero, one); the perfect scream.
Screaming nothing; Hundred words or less
Obliterate something and sort through the mess
Write the wrong from the other side?
Unwritten opinion from those who’ve died.

–Chvad SB

Copyright 1997 Chvad SB. All Rights Reserved.

99 Gallons of Blood

99 Gallons of Blood

99 gallons of blood on the street
99 people you’ve ground into meat
Intoxicant… the greedy fuck couldn’t care
Escape the world… who? what? where?
Machines of steel devour the flesh…
Still, the sordid fuck is the bringer of death

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” plead, plead
Feel the shame: bleed, bleed
Thinned-out blood infests their veins
Eliminates “real”, receives only stains
Of sight, of sound, of blood, of screams
Nightmare maker, destroyer of dreams.

–Chvad SB

Copyright 1996 Chvad SB. All Rights Reserved.

Down the Middle

Down the Middle

Part 1
I want to take you out and shit down your throat.
I want to slap your face, then buy you a brand new coat.
Sometimes I love you and always need you near,
then I wanna beat you and watch you shake with fear.

I find it so hard to explain how I feel,
often it’s difficult to find what is false and what is real.
Sometimes I wanna kiss your full red lips,
then I’ll disembowel you from your head to your hips…

Sometimes a hug with someone to share…
no… fuck it. I really don’t care.
I love you and want to hold you forever…
FUCK YOU BITCH! I want to see you? Never!

Down the Middle, just how I feel.
Gun to my head, on my knees I kneel.
I find it so hard to explain how I feel…
Often it’s difficult to find what is false and what is real.

Part 2 (from Sanctimonious)
Hand over fist, falls myth over mind
Paper-thin thoughts that enslaved human-kind
Threats that God will send your soul right to hell
To burn eternally, it’s no life, live and tell.

A sin is not a sin if what’s believed is what’s real,
But you’re already damned, there can be no appeal.
Believe in what you must, to get your life by,
Believe in what you will, you’re still gonna die.

Burning light through the chameleon of eyes,
Truth changes interpretation of lies
All shrieking out to be saved from above,
While hating each other, it’s not about love…
never more.

Remember witches burned and acquitted to die,
They didn’t know then, but now we know why.
Whatever’s different we either worship or fear,
And what we shouldn’t have, that’s what we hold dear.

The problem isn’t in the essence of time,
It remains buried deep, in our own minds.
Wordly suicide, sanction of lives.
Only satisfied in a blanket of lies.

–Chvad SB

Copyright 1994 Chvad SB. All Rights Reserved.

Atmosphere

Atmosphere

but the hate lingers, smell it… breathe
grins are deception, don’t believe
behind glass eyes the chaos breeds,
the violent thoughts that chaos needs

Anti-peace. while hard-seed sleeps
Anti-Brother, Sister, Father, and Mother weeps.
Know the name of those you hate.
Know the name of those you hate.

Realize (real-lies?) within where you exist…
Breathe, Breathe… Persist.

See what you’ve done?
What war have you won?

Total. Natural order. Chaos reigns.
No inhibition, indulge your pains…
Utopian sight by blind man’s eye.
The hard-seed cringes and hides from the sky.

–Chvad SB

Copyright 1996 Chvad SB. All Rights Reserved.

Mettle III: truth

Mettle III: truth

permanence is what you rely on
another social thing to depend on
words of change bring depression
fear of change halts progression
existence rages n, behind your eyes
numbers are false, you’ve got to realize

God is forever
-none of this is true-
We are forever
-none of this is true-
Our Spawn are forever
-none of this is true-
I am forever

–Chvad SB

Copyright 1997 Chvad SB. All Rights Reserved.

Wormface

WORMFACE

I knew how you could take
But I thought that you might feel
So I loved what you were
And that’s my own mistake
But I’ve seen under your skin
Peeled it back and crawled right in
Now I know what you are
I know what you are.

But you’re too proud to see what I have found
Would rather spend you’re time clinging to what has you bound
Love is not dirty, love is not weak
But denial is your god and you’ll sow the void you reap

I mock you and your paralyzing fear
Too afraid of me too see what might be
I refuse all blame but I’ll take all the pain
And ball it up inside and build it up with pride
And beat it black and blue with acid thoughts of you
Having all your fucking cake and eating it too

And save it for the day when I hear you say
That you made a mistake
So I can spit it back right in your face

P.O.F. sad sorry motherfucker
Prisoner of fear

–Mabon Lugh

Copyright 1999 Tiphaine Czahor. All Rights Reserved.

God in a Box

God in a Box

Reborn from self-pretentious waste,
Reconstructive rhythms from past with paste.
Post-apocalyptic knowledge thrown down the can,
Nothing but style and microphone in hand.
things outside of the skin belong to me,
Easy-written metaphor, no philosophy.
Can’t make you think, reposition our stage…
Misguided thought, well intended rage.

Doesn’t seem to matter what’s in the box,
Whether it’s God or us or tix or tox.
Pretty little package and catchy little name,
Give us your money and we’ll say the same.
things outside of the skin belong to me,
Easy-written metaphor, no philosophy.
101 (one, zero, one) seemed to hard to get,
Now we spoon feed you nothing but…

Misguided hots for t.o.t.s. not…
Always eating kids, it hits the spot.
Always the clay, shape us if you must.
Whatever you make, you’ll still not trust…
Little tiny jesters dance around you…
Lots of bright lights and balloon animals too.
Lots of T.V. just like in your home…
Pay your cash and watch the little monsters roam.
things outside of the skin belong to me,
Easy written metaphor, no philosophy.
101 (one, zero, one) seemed too hard to get,
Now we spoon feed you nothing but…
things outside the skin

–Chvad SB

Copyright 1999 Chvad SB. All Rights Reserved.

2004.06.16

Information for the tour release of the newest t.o.t.s. CD “You Knew It All Along” has now been posted in the discography section along with artwork, liner notes and lyrics. Click HERE to go there now.

In addition, t.o.t.s. first CD “God in a Box” is now available for purchase and download at Emusic.com! Buy your favorite track or buy the whole CD! The choice is yours! Click HERE to go to Emusic.com now!