Hurt Not the Oil and the Wine

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released October 31, 2006

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We live our lives in boxes, with little glowing screens. We fill our blood with toxins, so we can deal with things. And sometimes, more than often, the bitter masks the taste. The fruitless failed reflection: what if it's all a waste?

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Track Name: Expelled
ACT I: SCENE 1: EXPELLED

Wash my hands with the blood of your children.
Calling me back to my home.
Filled with your kindred and all their vanities.
They'll pray for mercy before im done.

Fountains, mountains.
Your village will burn.
Your lovers, your brothers.
Your children will learn.

It's our time. Pack your things and get in line.
It's too late. Get out now or suffer fate.

Kick the dirt up, and sever head and limb.
Watch them scrambling like ants.
I'll be king and they'll be cast away,
by the time they've unveiled my plans.

Meadows, shadows.
I'll leave no stone unturned.
Teachers, preachers.
All you've written will burn.

It's our time. Pack your things and get in line.
It's too late. Get out now or suffer fate.
It's our time. Dry your tears here comes the tide.
It's over. Pack your things and get in line.

Was it right to give them hope?
Pouring my blood out to the ones I hate.
All I feared.
All I needed.
All I wanted was peace.

Leave nothing!
Pillage all and burn it down!
GOD save them.
Push them in and watch them drown.

It's my time. Harvest burnt with your first born.
It's my time. Lead your people through my thorns.
It's my time. At the head. It's time to dine.
It's my time. Where's my feast and wheres my wine?
Track Name: Sick
ACT I: SCENE 2: SICK

Priceless smiles of emptiness.
Politics are what you do best.
Kiss the foot and shake the hand
of those you dare to call your friend.

Kindness is only just a dream.
Nothing you wear is what it seems.
Pouring my heart out to a brick.
So sick and tired of being sick.

Seldom listen. Always heard.
And friend is just a fucking word.
Blow a kiss. Ignore my tears.
And waste my time for ten more years.

Broken hearts and bloody knees still call the master whom they please.
Broken hearts and bloody knees are not what i was born to be.

Kindness is only just a dream.
And nothing you wear is what it seems.
Pouring my heart out to a prick.
So sick and tired of being sick.

Love to talk about yourself.
Love yourself above all else.
Never once did lend a hand.
And that is why i'm so jaded.

Kindness is only just a dream.
And nothing you wear is what it seems.
Whoring my heart out to a prick.
So sick and tired of being sick.

You took what you wanted from me.
You've gone to suck the bigger beast.
You'll lie and cheat the whole damn way.
And that is why i choose to stay.

No one else would lend a hand. That is why im so jaded.
Alcohol became my friend and that is why im so jaded.
Just in case you ever thought to ask.
Track Name: The Dirge Of Shame
ACT I: SCENE 3: THE DIRGE OF SHAME

It's not the opinion. It's who it comes from.
You point out my weakness 'cause you are not strong.
You ride on my coattails then turn tail and run.
Then attack what I've done and you're never once wrong.

Petty little child inside, tell us all about yourself.
Tell us all the things you've done.
Tell us how you love yourself.
Suckin' up the air we breathe to tell us all about yourself.
Nothing else is worth the words and you're all that matters.

You give your two cents like it's worth so much more.
You force me to bed then you call me a whore.
You're never the savior that I'm looking for.
And you watch the blood pour. And you watch the blood pour.

My wounds aren't enough so you sprinkle the salt.
You've failed once again just to see the gestalt.
It's only yourself who you can exault.
And you're never at fault. And you're never at fault.

I stumbled on these worn out words when I had not yet found.
That I would shine by their accord and they by my reknown.
I've wept and bled for what I have. For all I know it's fake.
I've wept and bled for what i know, and what I have they take.
So if I shine by their accord, and many know my name.
Perhaps that's when I should resort to feeling more ashamed.

I've prayed for a crisis but roused no reply.
I've bitten my lip and I've swallowed my pride.
Your words are abundant. My patience is slight.
I'm ready to die while youre ready to fight.

I'M READY TO DIE WHILE YOU'RE READY TO FIGHT.
Track Name: Trampled
ACT I: SCENE 4: TRAMPLED

And I saw feathers at your seat.
Cornerstones shattered at your feet.
By GOD all the things you said were lies.
And I saw kingdoms of your sighs.

You wear a pointy hat inside.
And I saw all the jewels you hide.
Your favorites: broken hearts and empty cups I try but just can't fill.

And still leading.
And still bleeding.
And still crumbling at your gates.

I've been watching.
I've been wanting.
I've been falling, and breaking, and bleeding, and crying.
And trying to forget again.
Trying to forget amends.
Trying just to feel like theres a reason im stuck here.

I'm trampled and spit on.

I've failed and theres no going back.
I call you when my friday's black.
Forbidden fruit is like your touch.
Your crown is straining me too much.

Your highness, your wills mine to serve.
Your highness getting on my nerves.
"Let's play now." Puzzles on the floor.
It's not like you to want much more.

You're still whining.
You're still sobbing.
You're still scratching at my ears.

The pain seeps in.
The pain deepens.
The pains growing and glowing. I'm groaping and struggling.
And trying to forget again.
Trying to forget amends.
Trying just to feel like theres a reason im stuck here.

I'm trampled and spit on.
Track Name: Eight Heads
ACT I: SCENE 5: EIGHT HEADS

Scratch on a wall for the village to see,
We must warn of the man who is coming to feed,
On the blood of our children, the fruit of our trees,
And the one that protects us shall fall to its knees,
As the man draws his blade and prepares us to bleed,
It's revenge that he wants while we only want peace.

The diplomats first, skinned and hung from their feet,
And what's left of the wordsmiths now covered with sheets,
The women and children allowed to go free,
And the rest of us deafened by eachother's screams.

"8 heads," he holds up as he steps to the end.
"8 heads," he repeats not much left to defend.
"8 heads," he swallows whoever we send.
"8 heads ago," he screams "I had but 8 friends."

WHAT I AM AND WHAT I THINK IS NOT ENOUGH TO MAKE IT RIGHT.
TAKE SIMPLE THINGS FROM SIMPLE MEN AND SIMPLE MEN PUT UP A FIGHT.
COME WHAT MAY WE MIGHT WELL SAY THAT WE WERE WRONG AND THEY WERE RIGHT BUT WHAT I AM AND WHAT I THINK IS NOT ENOUGH TO MAKE IT RIGHT.

Mother, why do you believe me standing here and lying to you?
Mother, look what I have done. Why have you brought me this far?
Poison water, poison wilder, lies and lust and death become you,
Father look what I've become.
Skeptics hear me and believe me, gods have perished at my mention,
Perfect soul and perfect son, why have you not drawn your sword?

He puts down his trophies to open my chest,
And I exhale my blood with my very last breath,
And I know what he wants as he looks down at me,
And the blacks of his eyes are the last things I see,
As the ones before me are now gutted for meat,
As the flies buzz around and the buzzards proceed,
The fortunate ones seven days have been dead,
I'm informed it's the eighth day and that I'm the eighth head.

"8 HEADS!" he screams, and I know it's the end.
"8 HEADS AGO I HAD 8 FRIENDS."

WHAT I AM AND WHAT I THINK IS NOT ENOUGH TO MAKE IT RIGHT.
TAKE SIMPLE THINGS FROM SIMPLE MEN AND SIMPLE MEN PUT UP A FIGHT.
COME WHAT MAY WE MIGHT WELL SAY THAT THEY DESERVED OUR WORDS OF SLIGHT BUT WHAT I AM AND WHAT I THINK IS NOT ENOUGH TO MAKE IT RIGHT.

Fire all the cannons at them, fuck the consequences,
If they're frightened for their families they should build better defenses,
All but one was killed for Jesus and he's come for his collection,
Should have killed them for a god who might have given more protection,
Now the patrons are in line, and they've come to see the site,
But what I am and what I think is not enough to make it right.
Track Name: Shepherd In Wolves Clothing
ACT I: SCENE 6: SHEPHERD IN WOLVES CLOTHING
Track Name: God Of Gaps
ACT II: SCENE 1: GOD OF GAPS

The rain is hard, what little falls,
Much like the harvest, he recalls,
And things get harder all the time,
And moreso when you don't have a dime.

Life is drawing on a close,
Nothing to lose and nothing to show,
So many questions, so much to ask,
The great creator, the God of Gaps.

He tries to fight it but rain breaks him fast,
His feet split open on broken glass,
And mud seeps in, under his skin,
But he cries out, "It's not the end!"

God hates humble men, god hates them,
Sorry, that's why he creates them,
Full of love and full of passion,
They are not worth his compassion.

You fight through life with a broken sword,
Never respected, never adored,
And you knew all along you would lose,
But the easy way out you just couldn't choose.

God hates humble men, god hates them,
Sorry, that's why he creates them,
Full of love and full of passion,
Never to see his compassion.

God hates humble men, god hates them,
In his boredom he creates them,
Hardships sworn to bring them down,
Fuck the cross and fuck the crown.

God of Gaps, in all his glory,
Tore the page out of this story,
Left the braggart to consider,
Left the humble man to wither.
Track Name: The Fool
ACT II: SCENE 2: THE FOOL

The words spill out like moths.
And I can hardly breathe.
I choke upon the wings.
Of all the dead recieved.

Beelzebub, the fool.
His eyes were calling out.
He spoke the softest poem.

And carefully he held to the candlelight the things you made me do.
Paled in comparison the things I'd do to you.
Mothers say much is fair, but lovers aren't so sure.
The silver lining left far too ruptured.

Held to the candlelight a thousand scars to bare.
Paled in comparison façades you made me wear.
Ages in agony I sit collecting dust.
Where there's no way to shine, and guilt is all I trust.

Tortured and sickening, I sicken those who know.
No sense in quickening a life meant to end slow.
So i'll just say goodnight and try to go to sleep.
You'll never notice me, not even as I weep.

A thousand painted masks.
A thousand ways to lie.
A thousand wingless worms.
All wriggling inside.
Track Name: Phantom Limb
ACT II: SCENE 3: PHANTOM LIMB

Saw it coming.
Did what what you told me to.
I'm still kneeling.
My knees are breaking through.

Taken by the pain you wish you felt.
Taken by the love you never had.
Taken by the pain you fake.
Taken by the love in your head.

The pain's creeping back.

Save yourself.

Buy your indulgence.
Do what you tell me to.
It cant save us.
No matter what you do.
Buy my confession.
I can be tortured too.
You just watch me.
I'll end up just like you.

So i push myself away.
To return another day.
I'm flesh and blood.
I'm just a man.
I'm flesh and blood.

The pain's creeping back.
Save yourself.
The pain's creeping back.
DID WHAT YOU TOLD ME TO.

I dont ever want to hear this shit again.
Wrap it up and choke it down.
Just remember, it was you who pissed in this wishing well.
If there was ever any doubt.
Track Name: The Bottles Empty
ACT III: SCENE 1: THE BOTTLES EMPTY

When I first came to you, you brought me the bottles plenty.
Now you've changed your tune, you bring me the bottles empty.

Baby make me bleed,
Or baby let me drink.

Oh that I was where I would be, then I would be where I am not.
Here I am where I must be, Go where I would I can not.

Baby make me bleed,
Or baby let me drink.
Whatever numbs my head,
So i dont have to think.

Oh that I was where I would be, then I would be where I am not.
Here I am where I must be, go where I would I can not.
Take me away for good, take me away from here.
Take me like you should, sick of the insincere.

Baby cut my back,
Or bring me one more drink.
Baby ignore all of them,
So i don't have to think.

Im going far away.
I will see you again.
But im swimming in a bottle running dry.
Please wait for my return.

Begged you to bleed me dry, you brought me the bottles plenty.
Now you've changed your tune, I guess you should have bled me.
Oh that I was where I would be, Then I would be where I am not.
Here I am where I must be, go where I would I can not.

So the bottles run dry,
So the bottles empty.
So the bottles run dry,
So the bottles empty.

So the bottles empty.
So the bottles empty.
So the bottles empty.
So the bottles empty.
So the bottles empty.
So the bottles empty.
So the bottles empty.
So the bottles empty.
So the bottles empty.
So the bottles empty.
So the bottles empty.
So the bottles empty.
So the bottles empty.
Track Name: Advents
ACT III: SCENE 2: ADVENTS

Some other time.
Live for the night.
In love with the notion that he's never right.

But in that, find nothing.
Live inside that deformed mind.
There's no way to be the one for you.
For you.

Sick in self loathing.
No other way to find his way.

Love sick trust.
Am I awake?
Am I asleep?
There's no way to tell.

Lies to himself.
Not awake.
But should he sleep?
Some other time.

Can't hardly feel it, it's starting to bleed.
Curving so softly, now fading to blue.
Haven't decided just what I should need.
But hopefully sleep will subdue.

Shrug and relax, Its all just a joke.
And hopefully you'll be just fine.
But it's been ages since we last spoke.
Oh well, some other time.

Some other time.
Track Name: Nectar
ACT III: SCENE 3: NECTAR

Forget the ones who told you wrong,
They only meant to trip you up.
And tell all those who brought you down,
The blood they want flows from your cup.

The dying pile of dried ideas,
Could never bury what you know.
Could never be the spring from which,
The nectar of your purpose flows.

To ask them as you look below,
"What was the reason for your laughter?
What was it you just couldn't see?
That i could get what i was after?"

When love makes you blind and praise makes you arrogant,
Just remember all the strings that you had to burn,
And all the stones your blood was spilt upon,
Before you came and had your turn.
Track Name: One Foot
ACT III: SCENE 4: ONE FOOT

One foot in front.
One foot forward.
Tasted pain and cancer poured into the naked cup of a man.
The crumpled quiet self deserving.

Funny things in life aren't funny until one foot steps on top the other.
Smother smiles and wait in traffic but you will die.
Everyone dies.

One foot in front the other.
One line to serve us all.
One piece to put together.
Until we meet the wall.

My mouth is shut.
My eyes are open.
Tasted change and started hoping. I'm awake and up to the task.
The humble, pliant, willful servant.

Funny things in life aren't funny till you fall and feel the pavement.
Wait in line and read the billboards but you will die.
But you will die.

All the faces call the pain back.
Feels so good alone.
Picture now them painted black.
All the faces gone.

One foot before the other.
One line to serve us all.
One piece to put together.
Until we meet the wall.