Open your heart to the lord of light
Open your heart and mind and let him in
He holds the key to the throne of might
You are empty
Say his name and let him in
All hail the dawn of a rising star
All hail the crowned and conquering child
Morning will come for you at last
No matter how far into night you have strayed
Say his name
Welcome the child
A new world is crawling from the ashes of the old
Two thousand years of guilt and fear
And the greatest lie ever told
Out of the wounded side of the dying god
Out of the sacred heart of the throttled hen
The blood is the life
The flowing milk for the infant god
The throne is empty
The cup is full
He approaches and then
He steps from the shadow and he opens up his eyes
He spills the blood onto the throne
And hurls a curse up to the skies
I am the adversary and must remain the adversary

The d.h.a.o.h. opens the book
The d.h.a.o.h. opens the discussion
I am the adversary and must remain the adversary
I am not yours to embrace
I am not yours to invoke
The d.h.a.o.h. sleeps in the hall
Watches for signs of our imminent demise in the scratchings on the wall
The d.h.a.o.h. sleeps in the park
Listens for sounds of our eminent decay in the singing of a solitary lark
Mankind is a plague
Breathing hell into every corner of the rotting earth
Even now in this our finest hour I feel the hate of every stone, tree & flower
Even now we fall under the long shadow of the donkey's ears
Even now we listen for the slow grinding of the donkey's teeth
Lalala we weep in the din of the stomping of the donkey's black hoof
Lalala we weep for the slow coming of our doom (Dance)
Mankind is a plague
Breathing hell into every corner of the rotting earth
Even now in this our finest hour I feel the hate of every stone, tree & flower
Eaters of the soil take us into the ground
Death by worm
Eaters of the air drive us from the blue
Death by sparrow
Eaters of the sea take us into the green
Death by eel
Eaters of the scraps take us in our beds
Death by dog
Eaters of the soil take us into the ground
Death by sand
Eaters of the air drive us from the sky
Death by flower
Eaters of the green take us into the sea
Death by water
Eaters of the scraps take us in our beds
Death by stone
Death by silence
Death by sorrow
The d.h.a.o.h. closes the book
The d.h.a.o.h. closes the discussion

The future sticks out its tongue
In the eyes of the gentle past
It fears its own demise but knows it cannot last
This momentary throne
Precariously formed from its ashes
It takes the time we thought was ours below to be reborn
Throw us away like a stack of old paper
Learn not from our scrawls
Close your ears to our rantings
And come against us
Flex your hooked claws and sniff
Like a dog at the stench of our decaying minds
Distrust the deceitful math of our perishing eyes
Run away from the phthisicky past

Bring back
Bring it back
Bring it
Bring it back
Bring back the apocalypse
It's never too late for the end of time

Let us turn our backs on this world of ease
Let us turn our backs and walk away
Let us close our eyes to the glory of the machine
Let us close our eyes and walk away

The houses are all gone under the sea
The dancers are all gone under the hill
The houses are all gone under the sea
the dancers are all gone under the hill

'And let us dream now the impossible dream of a math professor'

Even when the last tree falls - there will be fire
Even when the last bird is caught
Wooden boxes
Lovingly made by hands
And filled up with fire
To blow off the hands of the strong
With wooden boxes

'And let us never forget that the human race with technology is like an alcoholic with a barrel of wine'

Rise up! Bring down the freedom club
Rise up!
Dream your impossible dream
Crawl from the hole in the earth
Crawl!
The captains of this ship of fools are flesh, and softer than wood

The Freedom Club, The Freedom Club
Rage
The Freedom Club, The Freedom Club
Wait

The hermit of the woods is gone
The shack taken down
And even though his mind now is corrupt
His desperate warning lives on

'Blandly titled industrial society and its future'

Rise up! Bring the funeral
Rise up!
Dream your impossible dream
Crawl from the hole in the earth
Crawl!
The captains of this ship of fools are flesh, and softer than wood.

The Freedom Club, The Freedom Club
Rage
The Freedom Club, The Freedom Club
Wait

Let us lay to rest our future dream
Let us leave it to rust and walk away
Let us turn around on the road of progress
Let us go back the way we came
The houses are all gone under the sea
(walk away, walk away)
The dancers are all gone under the hill
(turn our backs, turn our backs)
The houses are all gone under the sea
(close our eyes, close our eyes)
the dancers are all gone under the hill
(turn around and go back the way we came)

'Because we can'

M-day's child is fair of face,
Drill-day's child is full of grace,
Gun-day's child is breastless and blind,
Shell-day's child is out of its mind,
Bomb-day's child will always be dumb,
Cannon-day's child can never quite come,
But the child that's born on Battle-day is blithe and bonny and rotted away.

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There is a creature. It has to feed.
It stops at nothing to fill its need.
The people live in gruesome squalor,
So that the creature may grow taller.
Those with nothing have to bleed,
To help the creature spread its seed.
They learn to dine on fecal matter,
So that the creature may grow fatter.
The creature tells of evil gnomes,
Coming to destroy our homes.
And trolls who come with gun and knife,
To threaten our way of life.
The creature has enslaved our town,
But no one thinks to bring it down.
Provided with so much distraction,
The people can't be moved to action.
And when the people are all dead,
Still the creature needs its bread.
When we've been sucked completely dry,
The creature needs its food supply
(a parasite cannot survive unless its host remains alive.)
It has amassed such awesome wealth,
Maybe it can eat itself.

Now when I get back here I
Expect to find all of you
Marching through the streets
With great bunches of
Wildflowers in your arms
Now when I get back here

(Three ways of staring at the sun)

Thank you, thank you Babydoctor
Babydoctor, thank you
And you count out the years you have been here in this foreign land
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13
Fourteen years, here. Jalal, jalal, Babydoctor
And you count out the years you've been deprived of your hand
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12
Thirteen years, stroke
Staggering walker it takes you two lights to cross the street
Traffic is backed-up here at the place where the cars and people meet
The very fast and the very slow
Beg for a ride and choke out a stream of words as I drive
A mantra of thanks and counting out years that buries me alive
In the light of your humble and proud handful of mispronounced words
And I fall to my knees in the shade of a tree and cry thank you

I look into the sun until it blinds me
I look into the sun until I go blind
I am raped by the light of the light until I am the son of the sun
I am replaced

Hail and praise the all-seeing eye of Pelton & Crane
I open my mouth to the all-seeing eye of Pelton & Crane
Pelton & Crane, I am replaced
Thank you

(From the Inkblot theater show of the same name)

O loathsome crawling thing
Be done with your miniscule affairs
O hungry creeping speck
I release you from your cares. Be gone Roach!
You live on carrion, that's outrageous
You're probably contagious
Blind crippled and half-squashed
and yet you carry on
Your persistence is disgusting
I could never find myself trusting
A creature that would rather live in the trash than in the lawn
Cockroach your problems are not mine
I love life but with you I draw the line
Not to flaunt my superior design
But next to you I'm practically divine
Cockroach your problems are not mine

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