Failsafe

And now we have Christ.
But we’ve had him before,
In every organized crime,
The Failsafe from lore.
And the good lord spoke…
But we’ve heard him before.
In every failed culture,
In every bloated whore.
Unthought motto,
In the land of the brave
Non-thought past,
in the home of the free

Still slave to a God of vengeance…
Invading me.

–Chvad SB

Copyright 1999 Chvad SB. All Rights Reserved.

Hiroshima, Topics which apply, and Reasons for Mid-Life Crisis.

If you think, you scream
Pressure elating in the mind’s dream
Cliched pleasure in sane.
Not true, eyes strained, Opaque pane
Digital Perfection, protection is dream
1.0.1.(one, zero, one); the perfect scream.
Screaming nothing; Hundred words or less
Obliterate something and sort through the mess
Write the wrong from the other side?
Unwritten opinion from those who’ve died.

–Chvad SB

Copyright 1997 Chvad SB. All Rights Reserved.

99 Gallons of Blood

99 gallons of blood on the street
99 people you’ve ground into meat
Intoxicant… the greedy fuck couldn’t care
Escape the world… who? what? where?
Machines of steel devour the flesh…
Still, the sordid fuck is the bringer of death

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” plead, plead
Feel the shame: bleed, bleed
Thinned-out blood infests their veins
Eliminates “real”, receives only stains
Of sight, of sound, of blood, of screams
Nightmare maker, destroyer of dreams.

–Chvad SB

Copyright 1996 Chvad SB. All Rights Reserved.

Atmosphere

but the hate lingers, smell it… breathe
grins are deception, don’t believe
behind glass eyes the chaos breeds,
the violent thoughts that chaos needs

Anti-peace. while hard-seed sleeps
Anti-Brother, Sister, Father, and Mother weeps.
Know the name of those you hate.
Know the name of those you hate.

Realize (real-lies?) within where you exist…
Breathe, Breathe… Persist.

See what you’ve done?
What war have you won?

Total. Natural order. Chaos reigns.
No inhibition, indulge your pains…
Utopian sight by blind man’s eye.
The hard-seed cringes and hides from the sky.

–Chvad SB

Copyright 1996 Chvad SB. All Rights Reserved.

Mettle III: truth

permanence is what you rely on
another social thing to depend on
words of change bring depression
fear of change halts progression
existence rages n, behind your eyes
numbers are false, you’ve got to realize

God is forever
-none of this is true-
We are forever
-none of this is true-
Our Spawn are forever
-none of this is true-
I am forever

–Chvad SB

Copyright 1997 Chvad SB. All Rights Reserved.

WORMFACE

I knew how you could take
But I thought that you might feel
So I loved what you were
And that’s my own mistake
But I’ve seen under your skin
Peeled it back and crawled right in
Now I know what you are
I know what you are.

But you’re too proud to see what I have found
Would rather spend you’re time clinging to what has you bound
Love is not dirty, love is not weak
But denial is your god and you’ll sow the void you reap

I mock you and your paralyzing fear
Too afraid of me too see what might be
I refuse all blame but I’ll take all the pain
And ball it up inside and build it up with pride
And beat it black and blue with acid thoughts of you
Having all your fucking cake and eating it too

And save it for the day when I hear you say
That you made a mistake
So I can spit it back right in your face

P.O.F. sad sorry motherfucker
Prisoner of fear

–Mabon Lugh

Copyright 1999 Tiphaine Czahor. All Rights Reserved.

God in a Box

Reborn from self-pretentious waste,
Reconstructive rhythms from past with paste.
Post-apocalyptic knowledge thrown down the can,
Nothing but style and microphone in hand.
things outside of the skin belong to me,
Easy-written metaphor, no philosophy.
Can’t make you think, reposition our stage…
Misguided thought, well intended rage.

Doesn’t seem to matter what’s in the box,
Whether it’s God or us or tix or tox.
Pretty little package and catchy little name,
Give us your money and we’ll say the same.
things outside of the skin belong to me,
Easy-written metaphor, no philosophy.
101 (one, zero, one) seemed to hard to get,
Now we spoon feed you nothing but…

Misguided hots for t.o.t.s. not…
Always eating kids, it hits the spot.
Always the clay, shape us if you must.
Whatever you make, you’ll still not trust…
Little tiny jesters dance around you…
Lots of bright lights and balloon animals too.
Lots of T.V. just like in your home…
Pay your cash and watch the little monsters roam.
things outside of the skin belong to me,
Easy written metaphor, no philosophy.
101 (one, zero, one) seemed too hard to get,
Now we spoon feed you nothing but…
things outside the skin

–Chvad SB

Copyright 1999 Chvad SB. All Rights Reserved.

Embedded in my heart… twenty year old scabs.
Cuts, to deep to heal… pain, was all I had
So I loved it but it made me cold.
Anger took control, your love lost it’s hold.

Life without love is life without air.
You say you’re leaving, you say that you care.
I lost your heart but I want it back…
I’d sell my soul, I’d stab myself in the back.

An aberration of what I used to be…
still i love you yet you dont love me.
An aberration of what I used to be…
but now can’t you recognize? Can’t you see?

It’s me… in the black hole.
I found my way out, I found my soul.
But now, it’s much too late.
I found my love, I found my way back from hate.

…and I, am afraid to see…
Another day when your love doesn’t hold me.
…and I, want back in the black hole,
The door is closed and I hate my soul.

–Chvad SB

Copyright 1995 Chvad SB. All Rights Resrved.

Horror Culture: I Just Forgot Everything

Theories infest.
The rot of the world,
to culture detest.

Sight is obscure.
The hate of the world,
to culture impure.

Truth is obscene.
The lies of the world,
to culture unseen.

Truth is the meat, under the skin
Tear through the flesh, take the blood in
Absorb its warmth, intoxicating the will
Drunk on its flavor but its liquor can’t fill
The lust, the passion, the craving, the greed
This toxins desire, this quenchless need.

A rusted theory left alone to decay.

Theories infest.
The rot of the culture,
to world detest.
Sight is obscure.
The hate of the culture,
to world impure.
Truth is obscene.
The lies of the culture,
to world unseen.

A rusted theory.

–Chvad SB

Copyright 1994 Chvad SB. All Rights Reserved.

Molested Machine

Sadistic vision
tear flesh from its bones
self-mutilation
hear their moans

Solace tyranny
molested machine
mutual misery
mechanical scream

Tortured transmissions
inject into me
tainted submissions

–Raphael Hickman

Copyright 1994 Raphael Hickman. All Rights Reserved.

Acid Eating

Eradicate metaphor for “numb”ered thought
Sight is sought but no knowledge is caught

Acid eating my brain

Eradicate metaphor for “numb”ered thought
Sight is sought but no knowledge is caught
Thoughts dissolved… no, not evolved
Overwhelming greed, nothing is resolved
Learning to love fundamental lies
Learning to love falsehood in disguise
Binary net, sterilized mind
Destruction their nature: human”kind?”

–Chvad SB

Copyright 1996 Chvad SB. All Rights Reserved.

The Man

The world is soiled, we’ve lost all hope.
We’re hanging ourselves, here’s the noose and rope.
We’re all that’s left, all is lost, there’s no gain.
All is gone, no smiles . . . Only Pain.

There’s no water or air left to breathe,
There are no heroes, only killers and thieves.
Food is spoiled, our minds are mold,
There’s no help, all our souls are sold.

We never listened, AIDS and greenhouse effect,
We burned our fuels and cars we wrecked.
All who live suffer, starve, and cry . . .
All the lucky ones shoot themselves and die.

The man does all that he can,
To rape his future and kill his land.
To maim the world and life with his hand . . .
The man does all that he can.

So listen fools, air’s smog, water’s sludge,
We tried to tell you but your brains wouldn’t budge.
Damnation’s over, you’ve brought Hell to Earth,
Lucky ones are those that die at birth.

–Chvad SB

Copyright 1993 Chvad SB. All Rights Reserved.

Sanctimonious

Hand over fist, falls myth over mind
Paper-thin thoughts that enslaved human-kind
Threats that God will send your soul right to hell
To burn eternally, it’s no life, live and tell.

A sin is not a sin if what’s believed is what’s real,
But you’re already damned, there can be no appeal.
Believe in what you must, to get your life by,
Believe in what you will, you’re still gonna die.

Burning light through the chameleon of eyes,
Truth changes interpretation of lies
All shrieking out to be saved from above,
While hating each other, it’s not about love…
never more.

Remember witches burned and acquitted to die,
They didn’t know then, but now we know why.
Whatever’s different we either worship or fear,
And what we shouldn’t have, that’s what we hold dear.

The problem isn’t in the essence of time,
It remains buried deep, in our own minds.
Wordly suicide, sanction of lives.
Only satisfied in a blanket of lies.

–Chvad SB

Copyright 1994 Chvad SB. All Rights Reserved.

American Way

Burn the mother-fucking White House down and burn Bush too…
Anti-American? I’m just as much American as you.
Maybe more maybe more you mother-fucking whore,
I didn’t vote for Bush and sure as fuck didn’t vote for war.
Two sides of the same corporate loin:
serving their wants, their needs and serving the corporate coin.
No one asks? No one cares? Or maybe it’s the truth that no one airs? Unfair?
What’s fair when the greens got your back? Drop the slack, can’t attack?
Hack through the shit and stare and…
Bite the hand that feeds you?
What about biting the hand that needs you?
And what are you gonna take from me?
My civil liberties for letting my opinions flow free?
I’m free? Not me. Not me and not you.

Mr. “Found God, Found Love, Found Purity”
to Mr. “Couldn’t Give a Fuck” to Mr. “National Security”,
to “Mr. Patriotic, Racist Psychotic, Security Act”,
remove your freedoms and your rights to act.
Why not make a pact with the Devil?
He’d take half the time and money to level
another fucking country that we’re forced to hate.
Force-fed, in-bred, eat, shit and mate
to spawn more hate filled brainwashed prawn.
Take our country down a new path to a new dawn.
Where everyone can find another Christ and another life,
have inebriated kids and a fuck-head brainwashed wife.
294 million lemmings as an army of none,
this fucking war Bush started has only begun.
We can’t win it, can ya’ dig it? Are ya’ ready to lose?
US of A ain’t bringin’ nothin’ but bad news.

–Chvad SB

Copyright 2005 Chvad SB. All Rights Reserved.

Mettle IV: Programmed Apathy

Down the street,
another world from here.
Sound: recognition is gone,
when you cannot hear:
down where woman is beat.
When you turn your back down
from the problems, “Are you afraid to see?”
Down: where the dead children lay… spine to spine,
HEADLINE: PUBLIC FEEDS THE PUBLIC ONE MORE BULLSHIT LINE
Everything outside your skin gets avoid.
Everything outside your skin gets destroyed. (x2)

Turn your back,
Out of site out of…
Turn your back,
Out of site out of…
Turn your back,
Out of site out of…
Turn your back,
Out of site out of mind.

–Chvad SB

Copyright 1997-2004 Chvad SB. All Rights Reserved.

So Emotional Tao

Music is amotional…
Music is amotional…
Music is amotional…

If music is amotional…
Then why does it fill me?

Out… Of sorts. Out… Of mind.
Out… Of touch. Out… Of time.

Empty in space…
Empty in head…
Empty in thought…
Empty in said…
Empty in spoke…
Empty in speak…
Empty in mind…
Empty and weak…

–Chvad SB

Copyright 2002-2004 Chvad SB. All Rights Reserved.