When angels cry it's because of some injustice uncorrected and they sit there wingless, concrete, waiting. Blink their lidless eyes with moon up, sundown.

Sleepless nights haunt them with the spirits of unrest and the prospects of the least productive workday every morning of their life.

We are the asymmetric enemy
Guerillas on the outskirts of town

The painted artillery of day-to-day exchange
Their robopathic tactics contracted like the plague
But I'm safe here in my bunker
Worn out army manuals, old tai chi magazines
Troop movements scrawled on crumpl

Ice monkey want'a revolution.
Ice monkey says lets do it.

Ice monkey want'a revolution.
Ice monkey says lets do it.

This frozen monkey's frozen heart's desire. Authentic living born in the flames of structure fire.

Me little monkey stand to testify. Truth crushed to

Get our for time served, but a good dog must know its place
For those who piss in their own food cannot complain about the taste

New groups are not concerned
With the sickness that must be burned
Leisure jeans, what a scream!
Riding with Hitler in a limousine

History

The verdict's in, court is closed, payment's due
It's karma collection day
And all around the world there's people saying:
Weapons? Check!
Are you ready? Yes!
Let's get it on with these devils
I don't know if there's hell below
If so, let's kick them to the lowest lev

Leisure life and entertainment
The nightly rites of disengagement
Burned out remains of human exchange
Anything to forget that we are hiding

This is your warning
You live in peril
Light conversation, like chlorine
Culpability stripped sterile

Head hurts, stoma

Leif Garrett! Leif Garrett!

Your pants never fit quite right. And your android ass so tightly packed into designer saran wrap. Uber man, in junkie drag, a sad, sick, and fucked up mess. Water and earth will wash away their pests.

Engines hum deep into the night on endless repeat by

Our hearts beat with static hiss; our veins run with robot piss. We're only hate; analysis.
Analysis: we're fucked. Rain down, must plastic, piss and blood pour from above?

- PEOPLE GET READY- So many smug faces left to smash, so many private jets left to crash,
and metal fingers

Quiero que sepas que el evocarte,
(I want you to know that when I evoke you)
Se van las penas del coraz�n
(The sorrows of my heart disappear)

Everyone must go
Everyone must go
Mi Buenos Aires querido

I visit you in the distant skies of my mother's eyes
I visit

The ants will eat Rome
It has been said before

Oh destiny of this, robbed of everything
Divvied up like thieves, the treasure of night and day
Here: the coliseum is done digesting the town of Push and Pull
There: the shit-out monsters it made us feel to begin with

The

Shrouded in plastic it moves through soft moon streets hunting on the unsuspecting
who have no previous exposure to the art of carving stakes welcomed in sits force-feeding charm but when it leaves emptiness hits nothing is left. Every hearts a hammer and every day is a stake. Demons sing of

Welcome to terror my love. I would love to invite some fear into your soul.
Like life flashing in your eyes. Like a black out and a scream.

To cram into your the suffering that you perpetuate.
Taken and compressed into the fraction of a second.
A single heartbeat that will br