[ music: John Lombardo/lyric: John Lombardo adapts Wilfred Owen ]

for whom the bells toll
when sentenced to die
the stuttering rifles
will stifle the cry
the monstrous anger
the fear's rapid rattle
a desert inferno
kids dying like cattle

don't tell me
we're not prepared
i've seen today's marine
he's eighteen and he's eager
he can be quite mean

[ music: John Lombardo/lyric: Natalie Merchant ]

imitate that soured old song

there is no individuality
only guises
shades of
nonconformity
there is no individuality
selling vantage points
low rate
there is no individuality
questions ancient
no words claimed
perform motions borrowed
thoughts following
ima tima ima tima intima
dation
respected

[ music: John Lombardo/lyric: Natalie Merchant ]

lineage closed
dissolved
in its birth
tragedy
prelude a balance
is a synergy
of reason
malicious hope
as techno atrocities
lapse their effects
associate these ends
their clarity
demands your revenge
please compensate
not deny

jungle revenge
infanticide
crosses
very thin walls
latent casualties
arrive

[ music: Dennis Drew/lyric: Natalie Merchant ]

science
is truth for life
watch religion fall obsolete
science
will be truth for life
technology as nature
science
truth for life
in fortran tongue the
answer

with wealth and prominence
man so near perfection
possession
it's an absence of interim
secure no demurrer
defense against divine

frail hinges pivot
on a cases door
commemorative
souvenirs from places
containers change
with each occasion

cellophane encased
displaying paper
certificate
credit years of service
a tool of
central enterprises

the early hope
for permanence the
words the rings
consistency
and social security the
miracles high tragedy

a thought mistaken
for a memory