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PrimeMover

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 bending 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 when 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

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

I sense a incoming tide, from which I will,

be unable to hide

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

Oil

Oil runs the world, feeds the war machine a giant game of chess, our nightmare is their dream. And they control the world, through forces unseen and we do their bidding, with out a whimper or a scream

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, or dodging a anonymous fist coming out of a crowd.

Fight them over there, then invite them over here, the people we elected to protect us, seem to want us too 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 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

Imagine a girl, the prettiest girl at the job when she goes home at night, to the same old slob.

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.

Recorded using PowerTrack 9, 48KH, and mixed and mastered with FLStudios12. Songs written 2008 All song written preformed and recorded by Christopher Martin John Hiscock. [bandcamp width=100% height=42 album=1627443660 size=small bgcol=333333 linkcol=0f91ff]

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