On The Back Of The Devil

On The Back Of The Devil
by That Bastard

Through the meatgrinder on the back of the devil
through darkness the demons I slay!

In the meatgrinder on the back of the devil
Come hell, high water or what may!

I am the warrior, the slayer of might
The power of metal is mine!

Upon the angel's neck my blade befell
Oh holy metal divine!

The sword of God blazing in my hand
The olive branch twisted and burned

The blackened earth, the weeping angel
The world forever twists and turn

I am the angelic warrior of legend
Testing Satan's divine steel!

Wielding the power, the fury, the might
The demon king I shall wield

SCREAMING OUT AS I CHARGE THE FRAY
(SING IT WITH MEH!)

Through the meatgrinder, through the highways of Hell
On the back of the Devil I ride!

Through the meatgrinder, through the passage of Hell
This power cosmic is mine~!
Heaven and hell shall align~!!

Through the meatgrinder, through the highways of Hell
On the back of the Devil I ride!

Through the meatgrinder, through the passage of Hell
Overrun this dimensional divide
Stand besid the cosmic tide

To behold the final siiiiign
Oh un/holy metal divine!

Pondering

A deafening roar, the crash of the spray
The blood in my head, it pulses and thunders

Thunders like a drum
Like the one in me

I can only live today, to work for my bread
The breath I take, it may be my last

Lasting in me
I scream for more

Post existential, possibly transcendant
What shall become of me, within my life

Selfish desires
One just like me

I walk a shadow, my footsteps light
My deeds go punished, I know not why

Others who fall
Used to it as they are

I try to comprehend
The lives others live
I try to understand
But the silence is so loud

In my head
In my head
Oh this confusion
Simply trying to be

In my head
In my

But the silence is loud

Nothing Is Sacred, All Is Forsaken

Yeah, this is one of those lyrical ones I warned you guys about.

Suffice it to say, it's fairly blunt with the message, and if you have read my Anubis Unit and other songs you can already second-guess what those messages are.

Do I mind?  Hell no.  Sometimes what you NEED is a tac hammer to the skull, get yer bell rung good and proper.  Maybe THEN you'll get pissed off enough to be proactive.

Take the fight to them, don't just bare throat and die.  Don't let them, the Powers That Be, the top-level executives who profit off of twisting laws and paying off political buddies, win by simply doing nothing.

You're just one person.  Taken individually, so are they.

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Nothing Is Sacred, All Is Forsaken

Your leaders have lied to you
Your faiths have all lied to you
Your friends all betray you
The television never told the truth

The government has lied to you
The companies have all lied to you
The beautiful all lie to you
The television never beheld the truth

The future stained, it lies to you
The dream has died, they lie to you
This dynasty under heaven
A house of cards
Waiting to fall

Future's wealth, it lies to you
The dream of the past, they lied to you
This dynasty under heaven
A burning husk
Wither and fall

The media newslets lie to you
Controlled streams of info, they lie to you
Carefully manufactured
The television now sells the truth

The charities you support have lied to you
The future is bleak, it's coming true
The dream has died, they all have lied
"Honest work, and honest pay"

The future stained, it lies to you
The dream has died, they lie to you
This dynasty under heaven
A house of cards
Waiting to fall

Future's wealth, it lies to you
The dream of the past, they lied to you
This dynasty under heaven
A burning husk
Wither and fall
The brass ring
This carrot on a stick
Destined to fall

The Glass Ceiling

So when I'm not working on Taboo 2 or workin' my ass off, I've been workin' these up in my state of delirium.  Just a whoooole lot of memories has surfaced while workin', and y'know what?


I ain't the only one who's been dealt an unfair hand in the land of blue-collar labor.


So I guess you can say I launched into more than a few of these pissed-off poems to get out, and my muse apparently approved of it.


So here's the first of 'em...hope ya like 'em all.


A couple of 'em are actually lyrical, spoken-word poetry, but you'll still get the point... 

To give you guys warning ahead of time, I've apparently used the references of bikes, walking, buses, and cars in two of 'em.  I'm just sayin'.

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The Glass Ceiling

What do you know of work?

Can you ever empathize with us on the ground level?
You up there, you executive types, you office types.
You look down at us during your lunch break, your coffee clutched within your manicured hands.

What do you know of work?

We walk.  We ride the bus.  We ride bicycles, sometimes used, most of them cheap, all of them breaking down.
You ride in nice cars.  Mostly new, some gently used, all of them working.

I can type fast, and without error.  I can file and answer the phone better than any of you.
So what's the difference?  What is that defining line between you and me?
Is it truly nepotism?  Is it that I don't know the right people, or have the right degree.

You make more than us, but we work harder.  We're here for twelve hours, you're here for six with a paid hour lunch.
Our half-hour lunches are unpaid, taken out of our hourly wage.

I am more qualified than any of you up there, and there are others who are as well, yet you look down on me.

On us.

I'd like to think there's some obvious moment, an obvious truth.
Do you truly think you're better than me?  Some of yours is down here too, working,
slaving
in the pit, here with me.

I have never risen to your level, yet there are so many of yours who have fallen to mine.

This isn't success.  This isn't what I want.
I have the certifications.  I have the qualifications.
But because of work history or looks, here is where I remain.

Watching as you watch us
Watching as you condescend to us
Watching as you enjoy us slaving away
And enjoying as I watch each and every last one of you fall.

Modern Celebrity

I pity anyone who doesn't have dreams of their own, who lack the longing to test their limits, and those who simply give up and live up to the expectation of whatever bloodline begat them.

Human beings were meant to be individuals. To express themselves and find themselves. And those born with silver spoons in their mouths, wracked with guilt and their palates cloying with foods that are too rich and wasteful, who rally at their apparent uselessness and cannot accept their lot in life, nor FIND that lot but rather just swallow whatever life gives them...

Yeah. I don't envy you people.

A Megadeth-ish thrash/heavy metal riff and beat. Believe it or not the timing is perfect right out the gate, and when Anubis Unit gets around to doin' this puppy (or No Rhymes, whichever) it's going to hit HARD.

Enjoy, lemme know what you think, the usual fixin's on the side. In the meantime, time for steak!

There strides forth those misbegotten Godly Ones
Those chosen within the framework of existence

There goes forth those children of the Gods
Paying heed only to their unnecessary whims

All bow to those unfortunate souls
Silver spoons deep within their orifice
All pay heed to their gormless words
Even as the guilt tears them from deep within

There by the grace of God goes they who
Live only up to the expectations of others

See them march upon their straightened path
See them as they fall prey to their chosen ends

All bow to those unfortunate ones
Silver spoons damming their insufferable cries
All ignore their true dreams and drives
But all pay heed to when they fall

Success
Success
Success
Completely unbidden

Success
Success
Success
Absolute unforgiven

Success
Success
Success
Increase the drive

Success
Success
Success
Profit from their lives

You cannot stand the head if you've never been burned
You shall wither under the gaze of scrutiny

Deny your dreams and deny yourself and
Whether or not you decide from life unto death

All bow to those unfortunate chosen
Those who can never do wrong publicly
Silver spoons tie up their silver tongues
They're merely lucky, they're merely lucky

Some may be humbled and some may be without
Some must live only so others must die

There strides forth the haunted procession
Of those who dared to struggle against the tide

All bow down to those fortunate souls
To win forever is their desired goal
Silver spoons plot out their every step
How can you wonder that their life is ever anything

but good....
For them....
For us....
To prove....
To us...
The dream...
Cannot die...
It's there...
For only 9.99~!

YOU WATCH THEM ALL AS THEY LINE UP
YOU WATCH THEM ALL AS THEY FALL DOWN
YOU WATCH THEM ALL AS THEY MISUNDERSTAND
YOU WATCH THEM ALL AS THEY FOLLOW THEIR PLANS

YOU WATCH THEM ALL AS THEY LINE UP
YOU WATCH THEM ALL AS THEY'RE MISQUOTED
YOU WATCH THEM ALL AS THEY'RE BLINDFOLDED
YOU WATCH THEM ALL AS THEY SMOKE A FINAL CIGARETTE

(bridge)

There strides forth those unholy godless ones
They listen to no other advice but everyone's

There goes forth those oversensitized
Their palates choking on the whims of bad advice

All must bow to these chosen souls
The silver spoon a misguided council
All must know of their quoted words
Dripping with filth even as they scream for help

There by the grace of God goes all of us
Teeming and surging with money, the root of their problems

There goes what little privacy they had
In the search for the contentment they left behind

All must bow to these hungry ones
Silver Spoon starving them as it feeds
All must pay heed to their struggles
Even though their soul continues to bleed

Success
Success
Success
Never just settle

Success
Success
Success
Never test your mettle

Success
Success
Success
At any cost

Success
Success
Success
No dreams of their own

What good...
For them...
Content...
Nevermore...
Their dreams...
Set aside...
Never trusting...
Bloodlines...
The proof...
Their excess...
The baggage...
They never rest...

YOU WATCH THEM ALL AS THEY LINE UP
YOU WATCH THEM ALL AS THEY FALL DOWN
YOU WATCH THEM ALL AS THEY MISUNDERSTAND
YOU WATCH THEM ALL AS THEY FOLLOW THEIR PLANS

YOU WATCH THEM ALL AS THEY LINE UP
YOU WATCH THEM ALL AS THEY'RE MISQUOTED
YOU WATCH THEM ALL AS THEY'RE BLINDFOLDED
YOU WATCH THEM ALL AS THEY SMOKE A FINAL CIGARETTE

YOU WATCH THEM ALL AS THEY TAKE THE LINE
YOU WATCH THEM ALL AS THEY TAKE THEIR BOW
YOU WATCH THEM ALL SIMPERING PLAYERS
YOU WATCH THEM ALL AS THEY FALL DOWN

YOU WATCH THEM ALL AS THEY LINE UP
YOU WATCH THEM ALL AS THEY FALL DOWN
YOU WATCH THEM ALL POOR PATHETIC PLAYERS
YOU WATCH THEM ALL WHILE THEY SUCCUMB

Cherry-Flavored Kisses (Elena's Code)

Well now. I made a promise to show this sometime, and here it is. The "forbidden song." I've written a couple of love songs in my lifetime, and this one is the one that, for some reason, always causes anyone I've ever sung it to try and stab me eventually. I haven't sung it at all for the past couple of times, and I guess...I dunno, reckon I'm testing the waters a little.

Originally I wrote up an entire soundtrack for a comic project. This was number 2 on the list, and each song dealt with a "code" or theme for each character.

Funny story, the absolute other "forbidden song" is also on the list. THAT one, on the other hand, I'll just never talk about it.

I never wrote it. I'll never admit to having written it. Screw you if you find it.

"Cherry" is best whispered as well as sung into someone's ear. Truuuuust me on this Apparently I'm the only one the whole drives-them-to-knife-frenzy occurs, everyone else just has a really good night.

Bah.

I know (I know)
you like the way I drizzle
apple cider over your tongue
I know how to make you happy

Just kissin' and cuddlin'
on-a-Saturday-mornin'
makin' us a sundae...

I know (I know) the way
you like to tease me
baby-

And when the time comes
the sun will rise
just for two
just kissin' and cuddlin'
on-a-Saturday-mornin'

(Chorus)
Tiptoe (tiptoe)
to my window
my doorway's
always
open- for you

Tiptoe (tiptoe)
creep up to my window
C'mon- in-

Every touch (every touch)
Every time (every time)
Just hold your body close to mine

C'mon and gimme the right stuff
Y'know what I'm talkin' about
Gimme all your honey
and your cherry flavored kiss too...

I know (I know)
you like to savor a wet peach
much better

Just take your time
go slow
and I'll let you be- mi-ne...

I know (I know)
the way to make it last
much longer
just kissin' and cuddlin'
on-a-Saturday-mornin'

bridge

C'mon
I feel your hips
twist and shiver
as I run a strawberry
over your mouth

Go on
and just enjoy
the taste sensations
of my sundae
on-a-Saturday-mornin'

You reach for the cream
and don't forget your chocolate
and your honey-

'Cuz we livin' and lovin'
oh all your cherry-flavored kisses
just lovin' a sundae...
just lickin' that sundae...

(Chorus)
Tiptoe (tiptoe)
to my window
my doorway's
always
open- for you

Tiptoe (tiptoe)
creep up to my window
C'mon- in-

Every touch (every touch)
Every time (every time)
Just hold your body close to mine

C'mon and gimme the right stuff
Y'know what I'm talkin' about
Gimme all your honey
and your cherry flavored kiss too...

kissin'...cuddlin'...
on-a-Saturday-early-mornin'

bring your chocolate
Don't forget to bring your honey too-
I'll bring on the cherries
so we can kiss the night away...

Drench ya with cold cider
It's so cool outside
in here still hot...
so nice and stormin' baby-

Feel your tongue
work against mine
cherry-glazed kissin'
all over you...

Fuckpuppet

Ohhhhhhh yeah, this one. This one was written after watching the four direct-to-dvd Hellraiser movies. Even though they're nowhere near gristly or visceral enough, I still dug the "VAT A TWEEST" endings.

I normally dislike "complicated" songs with, like, differing parts and what-not. Buuuuuut since actually striking out into the music biz, I've come across quite a few good bands who do that - the ending beats and riffs are only similar or completely different to how they started.

Doesn't mean it's GOOD, but I recognize that so long as there's a stable theme and either the beats or riffs are the same throughout the song, it can be at least entertaining.

So yeah. Fuckpuppet. In retrospect a little too Marilyn Mansonish, but meh - good enough to be on the A Night of Complete Horroshow Album.

Tell me does this feel good?
Tell me what you want.
Do you like it like this?
I don't want to be misunderstood

I want to crawl within you
Get to know you better
Want to taste your sweetness
When you turn bitter

I want to snuggle up against you
Cradle you with my mouth
I want you to remember that
It was me who did this

Tell me does this feel good?
Tell me what you want.
Do you like it like this?
I don't want to be misunderstood

Handy when you're needed
Cry when I don't
I can feel you squirm about and out
Once again
I swear
that I won't...

(beats picked up)

The closet full of my sins
The bandages on your flesh
I crave the taste of your skin
Once again, once again

I need more than I should
You need it more than I do
I see you slither without an order

Mockery of love, a morbid whisper

Still it's better when we spend together

Oh lord, Holy Mother

Pray for this wicked sinner

Amidst veils of black, unholy supper

Pray to keep it sexual but I'd never miss a bloody thing
You squirm about in broken passion and I simply will not hesitate
You cry out for this crazy passion and I dare not resist the need to taste
A puppet's right to choose its' master, but I reserve the right to break away
Nothing 'ppears to break it down

Nothin' can tear me away