Satan's Nation
In Satan's nation feed yourself,
Mara's back;
he walks the land,
And dressed in black,
a business suit
and brushed top hat,
with such a winning smile
Heil Satan, do it for yourself,
just live your life for you.
pet the pleasure principle
and bow before the bottle
heaven's just a way to get high
The Russian cats once so pristine
in the jungles of the snows unseen
and that was long ago
now obsolete, it makes me weep,
to see the things I've lived and seen,
like everybody else;
how much is a person worth?
their strife, their happiness?
Their starry cars and dying houses
elevators in the wall go sideways
Bow before a book, praise God
save your prayers for the world
and praise all that is good.
don't let the weekend slip away
how little time we have;
years from now will come the day
when all on Earth is wiped away
amidst a dying star,
infinite density, another big bang
pulled in a singularity
all the leopards in the snow
the holy books will burn
each one in the fire of the sun
The wind blows in Siberia,
through the camel's desert Gobi,
where they walk a thousand miles to eat,
just like the caribou,
and mankind runs in circles,
and they don't know what to do,
desperate to try to fill that hole,
our generation's plague.
Where everything is meaningless
that is their disease.
Without Heaven, or a God,
we live next-door to hell.
Get up early, brush your hair,
go to work, nobody cares
Plug into the dream machine.
replay your fantasies
A regular job, a regular life,
everything will be alright;
didn't we know that was a lie?
If it's for nothing then,
what is left to do?
Mankind itself will go extinct,
Leaving behind geometry,
to run our new machines.
intelligent design by insane creatures,
burning the brush of the world,
the oxygen drives them mad.
That is our disease;
meaningless, to know it's so,
the universe itself will go,
and become an unheard whisper,
the grand hoorah will be a blink.
The seas will freeze and then they'll dry
The deserts blanketed by ice;
like male penguins in the arctic
all huddled together for warmth,
for the last bit of warmth in the world.
The wretches of the world, the bums
will huddle in the streets and hum.
Satan's nation, come right in
We have all you need,
you'll find a right nice palace here
chocolate cake and strawberries
treat yourself just like a king,
and wear a Caesar's crown.
in the kingdom of the ants.
The hole in the heart will still be there
when Mara has you in his snare.
and sin your alibi.
We were born with software glitch,
and because it we will die.
a most peculiar mechanism,
the flaw deletes the organism
Mara's back;
he walks the land,
And dressed in black,
a business suit
and brushed top hat,
with such a winning smile
Heil Satan, do it for yourself,
just live your life for you.
pet the pleasure principle
and bow before the bottle
heaven's just a way to get high
The Russian cats once so pristine
in the jungles of the snows unseen
and that was long ago
now obsolete, it makes me weep,
to see the things I've lived and seen,
like everybody else;
how much is a person worth?
their strife, their happiness?
Their starry cars and dying houses
elevators in the wall go sideways
Bow before a book, praise God
save your prayers for the world
and praise all that is good.
don't let the weekend slip away
how little time we have;
years from now will come the day
when all on Earth is wiped away
amidst a dying star,
infinite density, another big bang
pulled in a singularity
all the leopards in the snow
the holy books will burn
each one in the fire of the sun
The wind blows in Siberia,
through the camel's desert Gobi,
where they walk a thousand miles to eat,
just like the caribou,
and mankind runs in circles,
and they don't know what to do,
desperate to try to fill that hole,
our generation's plague.
Where everything is meaningless
that is their disease.
Without Heaven, or a God,
we live next-door to hell.
Get up early, brush your hair,
go to work, nobody cares
Plug into the dream machine.
replay your fantasies
A regular job, a regular life,
everything will be alright;
didn't we know that was a lie?
If it's for nothing then,
what is left to do?
Mankind itself will go extinct,
Leaving behind geometry,
to run our new machines.
intelligent design by insane creatures,
burning the brush of the world,
the oxygen drives them mad.
That is our disease;
meaningless, to know it's so,
the universe itself will go,
and become an unheard whisper,
the grand hoorah will be a blink.
The seas will freeze and then they'll dry
The deserts blanketed by ice;
like male penguins in the arctic
all huddled together for warmth,
for the last bit of warmth in the world.
The wretches of the world, the bums
will huddle in the streets and hum.
Satan's nation, come right in
We have all you need,
you'll find a right nice palace here
chocolate cake and strawberries
treat yourself just like a king,
and wear a Caesar's crown.
in the kingdom of the ants.
The hole in the heart will still be there
when Mara has you in his snare.
and sin your alibi.
We were born with software glitch,
and because it we will die.
a most peculiar mechanism,
the flaw deletes the organism