HORSE The Band - R. Borlax (2003)

And a beef will rise again
Broken machine in his hand
Ten words:
Snapping bunnies, twitching, gurgling
Forget the bombs in your eyes

Roaring with whispers
To the tiny bunnies
SMASH those fucking bunnies
Roaring with whispers
To the tiny bunnies
SMASH those fucking bunnies

Send them information in a sensationalist manner
THEY CORRUPT
Heads snapping and misspelling eyes twitching in response
To the sound of the words

Red world-like words
Zooming boiling
Moons in the shallow sky

Roaring with whispers
To the tiny bunnies
SMASH those fucking bunnies
Roaring with whispers
To the tiny bunnies
SMASH those fucking bunnies

Bleeding bunnies screaming
Bring the hammer down
Bleeding bodies twitching
All these bunnies smeared across the ground

Drool spilling down my chin
Unto my beard
As he screams red words at
A blank and pointless
Sky of mothers
Red words popping and crackling black

Ten words:
Snapping bunnies, twitching gurgling
Forget the bombs
IN YOUR EYES
Forget the bombs in your eyes
Speak the words to crack open the sky
Forget the bombs in your eyes
Speak the words to crack open the sky

What is that?
(Fire from the gods)
I don't know
Power Glove

That little bastard
With his tricks and vile forms of play
Hacking, shaving, slicing, mutilating
All that gets before him, or that gets in his way
Coming around, down the stairs
The wood cracked beneath my feet
My hand slid across the rail
Collecting dust on my fingertips
Then I came into a dark room
That smelled of wet stone and many years
And there was a robotic retard
With a blank empty stare
It was a little android man
Half the size that I am
Scissors on his head
Scissors on his fucking head

Little android man
Born without a soul
Without that voice of reason
The scissors took control
Little android man
Born without a heart
In your vicinity, he'll cut you apart
Here he comes, there's no time
Just a game
Don't look back, he's right behind
Here's your piece of mind

A pencil drawn line of fire
Smoking birds in a downward spiral
Trails of charcoal trails of gray
Half burnt feathers the eagle crash-landing now

As scary as bees with the heads of raccoons
We seem to have split the embryo too soon

Shape shifter spreads his head again, reveal the underneath
Flaming stars, falling sky falling on me
Shape shifter spreads his legs again, a terrible bargain
Smoking birds dropping from the sky, plummeting, PLUMMETING!

And handsome shoved his gloves
With a fist he fed you reasons
Brought you down from up above
Made you strong but left you kneeling
And handsome shoved his gloves
With a fist he fed you reasons
Brought you down from up above
Made you strong but left you kneeling

This circuitry works best
This circuitry works best
This circuitry works best

Debris, dirt disease, we've been brought to our knees
Anything and everything is torn away
Our world turned upside down and torn to the ground
Shaking, thanking god for surviving this day

IN THE WAKE OF THE BUNT!

Tattered masses digging through the remains of the
Lives come and gone. That elusive light broken and
Reborn a brotherhood combines by the fury in our eyes

Giant, looming all consuming. The bunt strikes like lightning
Citizens feel fear! Our world turned upside and and torn to the ground
Shaking, thanking god for surviving this day

IN THE WAKE OF THE BUNT!

Hearts aflame - we call the name - of justice - and nothing more. Strike up the song - and scream along - vengeance will be ours -THIS TIME IT'S WAR!

We set upon its quivering mass and at last the moment has come, Shaking voices cry as innocents die
Avenging their poor broken homes
With fury and violence we strike down she who
Defies us - bodies reach a horrible sum then it's
Horrible eyes lock on our thighs like they were
Appetizers in a feast to come

THEN OPENS THE MAW OF THAT WRETCHED BEAST!

Dear God help us!
It wants to consume us, eating the flesh of those on the hunt
Peeling skin from my bones, I want to go home...

IN THE WAKE OF THE BUNT!
IN THE WAKE OF THE BUNT!

We set upon its quivering mass and at last the moment has come, Shaking voices cry as innocents die
Avenging their poor broken homes
With fury and violence we strike down she who
Defies us - bodies reach a horrible sum then it's
Horrible eyes lock on our thighs like they were
Appetizers in a feast to come

Its name mocks its silence
A worthless beast born to violence
Has ears and whiskers flapping
As its yellow flesh comes slapping
Across the rank filth of this ancient subterranean floor
Its hate knows no bounds
As its home knows no sounds
But the SLAMMING
CRASHING
SPLATTING
OF ITS YELLOW FLESH

I am the herald of light

I withdraw a shining glory
A single loving-end of story
The only weakness, a grace like wings
My bow, SINGS!
I withdraw a shining glory
A single loving-end of story
The only weakness, a grace like wings
My bow, SINGS!

UNLEASHED!
And in the silver light
My arrows take the flight
UNLEASHED!
Splits Pols Voice's head
And spills his thoughts and dreams
UNLEASHED!
A host of slapping bodies
Comes crashing to my feet
NEAT!

A host of slapping yellow bodies comes crashing in crimson piles
A host of slapping yellow bodies comes crashing in crimson piles
A host of slapping yellow bodies comes crashing in crimson piles
A host of slapping yellow bodies comes crashing

RUNNING AWAY
RUNNING AWAY
RUNNING AWAY from your own voice
RUNNING AWAY
RUNNING AWAY
RUNNING AWAY from Pols Voice
RUNNING AWAY
RUNNING AWAY
RUNNING AWAY from your own voice
RUNNING AWAY
RUNNING AWAY
RUNNING AWAY from Pols Voice

SILENCE!
SILENCE!
SILENCE!
SILENCE!

Have you ever done this before?
I don't know, have you?
I want to with you

Sweet sweet pain
Like a thundercloud but tears are rain

Full fists slapping, thudding banging
And wanting not to be weak with woe
Empty hands, she's on the floor
On the floor she SLAMS her empty hands

Like thunder it rings in her ears
Slapping thunder splashing in the puddles of her tears
Lungs heaving from the crashing dying dreaming
That was ripped from her heart while BEATING
And dropped all red and sloppy here
On this clean tile floor
Now there is a hole inside
Where the ghosts and demons hide
Whispering white wilting words of woe

Hungry ugly crunchy things
Horrible nasty perverted Things
In her head her mother whispers
Spreading like a whore

Weeping wilted pile heaving
Weeping wilted pile heaving
Weeping wilted pile heaving
Weeping wilted pile heaving

Weak with tears and dead from dreaming
She wanted to be wanted
And wanting nothing more
She wanted to be dead

Warm flesh and oh so smooth skin
TWINS, a sun and moon
I could have been anything
Leading the armies of the free or building the great elaborate ID

But one of them I dared to love so long
Without defense, my eyes went white and blind
Now I know - only two, two wretched sisters
Fucking lying sisters, woe and hate

The ghost of a carcass, chipped away
Its morsels, red and wet
Losing warmth, I saw red and wet
Hacked and cleaved from my back, I saw red and wet
This mess is made for me by stabbers of the knife

Thrusting, holding, touching, hugging, caressing, loving
Cut, bragging, stabbing, comes at me, come stabs the knife
Cold inside, fucking me, fucking my blood, stabbing me
Thrusting, swelling, crushing, falling, killing me, burning bright
Bright! Bright! Bright! Tonight!

But one of them I dared to love so long
Without defense, my eyes went white and blind
Blind!

To all this I spit and leer!
Cheering vague obscenities in an empty room, on a dirty floor
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