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Beyond the Oort Cloud

Flash, Bang, Here we go

Energy mass and the immortal soul

Everything came from nothing, that some how explodes,

And in to what does it grow.

These are the things

We may never know

A lattice of strings make the smallest things

occupying a higher dimension, or so it's believed

Information folding space, to appear in another place

A path we humans are still trying to trace

These are the things

We may never see

Incomplete transcripts of my sensory feed back

reveals that much is concealed

Am I a spark in matter

or is my fate sealed?

Questions of morality are subject to objectivity

And values differ around the world

but if most obeyed "do unto others"

there may not be another war

This is a thing

that will never be.

Incomplete transcripts of my sensory feed back

reveals that much is concealed

I find the deeper I dig

the more confused I feel.


Original Sin

I inhale, I ingest, I inhabit

A three dimensional world, whose origins we cannot fathom

I take in the exterior, to power my machine

That allows me to experience, all that can be held and seen

I move like water through water

A part of everything

But the ether is not so dense

as long as I don't let my passions,

overcome my common sense.

And I keep on hearing about original sin

but I have no choice about the body I'm in

No more than I can chose the color of my eyes

It's in how we interact, that the way to salvation lies.

I inhale, I ingest, I inhabit

A three dimensional world, whose origins we cannot fathom

I take in the exterior, to power my machine

That allows me to experience, all that can be held and seen

I move like water through water

A part of everything

And I keep on hearing about original sin

but I have no choice about the body I'm in

No more than I can chose the color of my eyes

It's in how we interact, that the way to salvation lies.

And I keep on hearing about original sin

but I have no choice about the body I'm in

No more than I can chose the color of my skin

Where you end up, doesn't have to be where you begin.


Superpredator


She stalks her prey in the night

a panther on the sent of fright

She's one with the shadows, and moves with the wind

Let the killing begin

Superpredator

And when she moves in for the kill

It's just for food, not the thrill.

She lets the moon light the way

and it marks her time, while she stalks her prey

Patience brings the day

for their lack of vigilance, part of the heard will pay

Superpredator

And when she moves in for the kill

It's just for food, not the thrill.

The beasts of the plains

mover to and fro, like blood through veins

The hunters know they'll never deviate

and all exist to participate

And all the creatures watch...

The final moments of the chase

And as the cat, finishes her work

The stillness, extends to space.


Sing Along


I'm not the kind of guy that will try, to make you see things my way

Not going to try and sell you something, you don't need today

And I'm happy just to be, on my own, way

So keep on rolling, if you got nothing good to say

And I can't write a song,

that makes you want to

Singalong

No slick lines to blow your mind

not going to alter the way, things really are

Not going to sell you the moon,

Nor steal the lights from the stars

And I can't write a song,

that makes you want to

Singalong

My brand new life

My brand new life, what will it bring

a sunny day where I have learned too sing

lots of cash and sparkly girls

and one more thing,

peace in this world

A day when I can wake up, and remember my dreams

a day where I can walk around and not remember anything

one more day of youthful bliss

not one more day,

like this

I keep on turning around, and I keep on falling down

I stood on my toes, so I could see the bottom

I keep on turning around, but I keep on falling down

and I find myself fighting wars,

long after I lost them

My brand new life, what shall I sing

you've all about the treachery, in this world that's everything

Do unto others before they do it to you.

What ever happened to standing in line,

and acting in the common good

I keep on turning around, and I keep on falling down

I stood on my toes, so I could see the bottom

I keep on turning around, but I keep on falling down

and I find someone letting me down

no matter that I once caught them.


Feel this way


If only life were perfect,

things would be so much better

I said to the girl,

as we discussed the weather

It was cold and bitter when I met her,

now it's warming up inside

She makes me feel alive,

encouraging me to do things I never would have tried

I never ever want to feel this way again

Moody dark and mysterious

and spark in her eyes kept me curious

But it played it's self out,

in scenes of love and hate

but I can't help but miss,

what I tried to escape

I never ever want to feel this way again

If only life were perfect, things would be so much better

I said to the girl, as she went on about the weather.

I never ever want to feel this way again


Cheap Labour Slavers

cheap labour slavers openly advocate the obscene

That a Man from somewhere else is worth less than me.

And even the best and the brightest need affirmative action too compete

And all human rights org call you a racists if you don't agree.

Politicians legalize weed and normalize decadence

too put us in a slumber while they sell our inheritance.

Invite the jihad, into our countries,

pay for the invasion, with our money

diversity is only great, when your not the one who's getting raped,

or getting run down, dodging a anonymous fist coming out of a crowd.

Fight them over there, then invite them over here,

the people we elect to protect us,

seem to want us to live in fear.

Invite the jihad, into our countries,

pay for the invasion, with our money

Caucasian genocide, Agenda 21.

the Coudenhove-Kalergi plan, is long past being un done.


Escape


She walks in the door, and it begins again

before their vows, he was her best friend

Now he only puts her down, bitches about how things are

he could make them better, but he'll never try that hard

Now she's free in the morning, she's off to work

she tells herself all day, tonight I won't let it hurt

She walks in the door, and it begins again

before their vows, he was her best friend

Now he only puts her down, bitches about how things are

he could make them better, but she'll never make him try that hard.


Stream of Consciousness


The truth it comes, as the light dies

the words are forgotten, before the ink dries

You build and build, to the highest highs,

set goals and targets, to evaluate your life

and the holy man, prays for the one who does him harm

but I could kick you in the teeth, for what you've done

To Be Pure

Sometimes I'm there,

But the stream of consciousness keeps me tethered here.

From hand to mouth, and breath to breath

Live in the moment, not the last nor the next

To Be Pure

Sometimes I'm there,

But the stream of consciousness keeps me tethered here.

Peel away the layers, to find the last voice

the one that listens, the one that makes the choice

And when you are still, detached from everything

That's when you'll see, that life is but a dream

To Be Pure

Sometimes I'm there,

But the stream of consciousness keeps me tethered here.

The truth it comes, as the light dies

the words are forgotten, before the ink dries

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All songs written, performed, and recorded by Christopher Martin John Hiscock c.2009 Recorded using PowerTrack 9, 48KH, and mixed and mastered with FLStudios.

O/S WinXP HomeSP3 32bit

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