EXEMPTION
PUBLIC CEMETERY PARTY (Lyrics)
All lyrics written by Thomas Moran & Nick Lee
All music written by Exemption (Thomas Moran, Nick Lee, & Ray Marte)
1. Hyperspiral
Enslaved to the combine.
White tongues taste my third eye.
White tongues taste my third eye.
These gears that always grind.
My name is John Doe
and my mind's an open window.
Please try to climb inside.
Taken by hands to be cradled in fear.
But not today...
Cuz instant karma's not so simple now.
Love and instant karma's not so simple now.
Deaf ears hear all lies but
Blind eyes fuel this combine
and when I get out I'm gonna change your mind.
Come stay for awhile
in our Hyperspiral
Just don't let it steal your style
Taken by hands to be cradled in fear
Bred by the force to be shed through the gears
But not today...
Wo-oh
2. Blood Heaven
I may not understand
Understand the half of what this means…
This means to me.
The birds in the forest sing
The pleasure and the fear the darkness brings…
It brings to me
Understand the half of what this means…
This means to me.
The birds in the forest sing
The pleasure and the fear the darkness brings…
It brings to me
You can put me at your altar
Fill the veins behind my eyelids with your love
You can kiss me while the ghosts are watching
And they’ll bleed into our blood
Heave into our blood
And I wanna die here with you
For the very first time, in the night
When the wolves are crying
I begin to feel it’s just a matter of time
And there’s just no logic left in pain
You came in through my door
From a subway train with a reason to get high
Then you were mine.
The days they build and fall
We wait so long to say the things we want.
What do we want?
You can tie me to emotions
Tie the rope around my heart until I talk.
You can look ahead and keep on walking
Though you’ve been around that block
At least a thousand times.
And I wanna die here with you
For the very first time
In the night with the angels sighing
I begin to feel it’s just a matter of time
And there’s just no logic left in pain
Tell me there’s no logic left in pain.
3. Mutating Skulls
Take me to my place in the wasted underground
Cuz nothing is working out. Out…
Fuck the world!
Hey! Hey Hey!
Cuz nothing is working out. Out…
Fuck the world!
Hey! Hey Hey!
We’re floating out in space
(Pluto) They’re on the floor.
And aliens exist.
Yes I swear.
Yes I swear.
Take me to my place in the wasted underground
Cuz nothing is working out. Out…
Fuck the world!
Hey! Hey Hey!
4. Hounds of Sound
It sleeps within my shedding skin
Beneath the veil, light awaits
Buried in the massive chains
Of fallen gods and ripping hail
Hands possessed gripping at the great machine
They turn our eyes, we pull our time
Standing at the altar where the maker states
And with our faith we sympathize
You’ve chosen your demise
All around me
Substance clowns and the
Hounds of sound are
Building rhythms
Aesthetics bind them,
Gag them, blind them,
Turn on all your privilege
Into bondage.
Dismantle crooked lies
And drown in hidden spies
In a space behind your eyes
Before it chokes what still survives. The light
that sleeps within your shedding skin
And choose to feel
Then ride the wicked wheels
All around me
Substance clowns and the
Hounds of sound are
Building rhythms
Aesthetics bind them,
Gag them, blind them,
Turn all your privilege
Into bondage.
Lured by scent of infant blood,
Under laboring moon
Night hags are prowling.
5. Godzilla
On my own
Far from home
I, I…
Long I roam
Far from home
I, I…
Far from home
I, I…
Long I roam
Far from home
I, I…
Time warp into your mind boat
Sinking too fast…
Your wise horse
Shifting in colors
Gone is the past.
I found the surreal
Between the moon and the sun
I found the surreal, I found the surreal
GODZILLA! LIVE MONSTER! GOD KILLER! GODZILLA!
Belly to belly
Conceiving hourly
On the ocean floor.
Fend for yourself. Run.
Or have another look
And take your final rest with me.
GODZILLA! LIVE MONSTER! GOD KILLER! GODZILLA!
6. White Animal
Before his eyes are buried by flies
Before we say our last goodbye
While you’re still alive
The holes get covered up
By the insides, yeah…
Before we cross that finish line
Before we say our last goodbye
While you’re still alive
The holes get covered up
By the insides, yeah…
Before we cross that finish line
Savor your soul. Savor.
I could lay down
Falsehearted
I could turn away
I could calm down
Let my pain out
And tell myself
I’m gonna change
This is gonna change
We’re gonna change
I’m gonna so…
Don’t crack under the pressure.
Don’t crack under the pressure.
Savor your soul.
Savor your soul.
Savor your soul.
7. Birds
Holding my head, there’s nothing that I know
Fine you told me so…
My head is a hive, and so be it that’s why
Fine and I suppose
Your holding my hand, there ain’t nothing to hold…
…Yet!
Fine you told me so…
My head is a hive, and so be it that’s why
Fine and I suppose
Your holding my hand, there ain’t nothing to hold…
…Yet!
So don’t let it get to you now.
No don’t let it get to you now.
Over my head and everywhere I go
Fine you told me so…
My head is inclined to old and sinking boats
Crimes and chemicals
Holding my head
There ain’t nothing to know
…Yet!
So don’t let it get to you now.
And don’t let it get to you now…
Now…
8. Cold Bodies
Year of nine
We learned through wine
Not to sing
The hymn of swine
Through vacant words
That fall like birds
From cloudy skies
Our teachers and drug dealers
Take time to eat our minds
Year of ten
We fall again
Failure born
From hidden hands
To the black surface of Kiwanis
Cold bodies rise
Mothers and fathers
Are forced to try…
Identify
Cold bodies rise
Identify…
Cold bodies rise
Identify…
9. Tasted By Love
Bees swarming in the breeze
Feeding on a seduced soul
Sown by your mind alone
Seated at a psycho’s throne
Feeding on a seduced soul
Sown by your mind alone
Seated at a psycho’s throne
Drawn in, weakened,
By the shapes she makes
Dancing slowly
In cemeteries…
Young blood is often tasted by love,
Then often wasted,
And poured back into you.
I look in to where it all begins
Now I know why you must go
So you found my wasted underground
Tell me why dos it wear off so slow
Drawn in, weakened,
By the shapes she makes
Dancing slowly
In cemeteries…
Everybody come to the public cemetery party tonight!
Young blood is often tasted by love,
Then often wasted,
And poured back into you.
I found my place
Zoo Zoo, Zoo Zoo Zoo
Zoo Zoo, Zoo Zoo Zoo
Zoo, Zoo Zoo Zoo, Zoo
In my dismay
Zoo Zoo, Zoo Zoo Zoo
Zoo Zoo, Zoo Zoo Zoo
Zoo, Zoo Zoo Zoo, Zoo
I found my place
Zoo Zoo, Zoo Zoo Zoo
Zoo Zoo, Zoo Zoo Zoo
Zoo, Zoo Zoo Zoo, Zoo
In my dismay
Zoo Zoo, Zoo Zoo Zoo
Zoo Zoo, Zoo Zoo Zoo
Zoo, Zoo Zoo Zoo, Zoo
I found my place
Zoo Zoo, Zoo Zoo Zoo
Zoo Zoo, Zoo Zoo Zoo
Zoo, Zoo Zoo Zoo, Zoo
In my dismay
Zoo Zoo, Zoo Zoo Zoo
Zoo Zoo, Zoo Zoo Zoo
Zoo, Zoo Zoo Zoo, Zooooooo...
