Industry

Posted on Sep 29, 2007 in BHA LYRICS, WORDS, etc. | 0 comments

From the spoken word album Puissance -1 by Big-Hired Assassin

you want the truth
the temple is erect
the maids are busy
industry won
the heart does not feel
it simply feeds the need
the fog will not lift
the people will not stop
industry won
no negro will be free
no end to prejudice
they will always stereotype
what is not like them
war will never end
there is no more money
just debt
industry won
there will always be prostitution
there will always be rapists
and child molesters
there will always be drugs and gambling
there will always be disease
greed and famine
there will never be enough love
there is no such thing as peace
there will always be crooked pigs
crooked politicians and crooked preachers
industry won
there is no need for a constitution
or a bill of rights
there is no such thing as “justice for all”
not enough medicine
not enough cures
guns will eventually be taken away
as well as education and treaties
there will never be a long-haired
tattooed president
or a mexican one, for that matter
and when freedom is completely taken away
remember we are to blame ourselves
for not taking down the menstruating
clergymen and their bloodthirsty contracts
industry won

Dissipated Ritual (Lies Of The Emperor) 069042-069049

Posted on Sep 29, 2007 in BHA LYRICS, WORDS, etc. | 0 comments

From the spoken word album Puissance -1 by Big-Hired Assassin

meet me at dawn
my head is on fire
morning hate ritual
we need beauty to show us truth
justice is the american way

i wish i could travel the center of the universe
the explicit core
i hate these days
where is liberty
no flowers at my requiem
surely you jest
not the infant night
behold, the silly servant
the wrecking ball
the stage
the tatterdemalion minstrel

i fell in love amadeus beethoven $ bach
the rich symphonies
a perfect symbol
finds a perfect slave
alone once again
i am bound by passion
cynicism $ solitude
late night fortitude
let us not forget
the hell that surely went into this fine achievement
i wish you the best my sullen friend
my ghastly partner
we shall meet again in the silent fields
where we will play cards w/ picasso
super nova

a magical moment
sincere dark poet
pulling twisted teeth
over pale waves

the end of all creation
rain stains the windshield
moves the earth to new places
displaying old faces

caught by silent gunshot
the last great poet
walks on melted ice

he bled in the holy wars
on the beaches
$ betwixt the canyons
which led him here

the sweet poetess greeted him fervent rhymes
the goddess of verse
gives life to wine
the emblem is given
to the dying man
in return for song
the music seems to never end
full of life, death $ passion
it was bigger than them
it was a monster
it brought light to the dark pastures
made the skies clearer
everything appeared to make sense
every second of every hour
every hour of every day
every day of every year
$ when the music died
disappointment set in
confusion set in
reality
mortality

if i never breathed again
at least, i could take comfort in knowing
that i understand the power of song

$ yet i understand so much more than i ever have before
like the tyranny of death
the stench of life
i know the smell all too well
i am dying of cancer
my teeth are rotting
my stomach is exposed
my cock is limp
my body is sore
my mind is old
my breath stinks
i have not had a decent bowel
movement in days
but i am enjoying modern technology
as i sit and waste away over 100 channels of pure hatred

lament veins and worn out nose
selfish and pitiful whore
the deli which serves internet guests and spectators
as the forehead expands $ the numbers take over
the ego becomes a way to live
i am better than you
i have nicer things
the gods will spare me
i will be lifted up
carried off $ set free from hypocrisy
i am the devil
the fallen angel
the informant
just waiting for you to show me a sign of weakness
then i’ll take over the slaughter

fed to the circus freak-fuck
master of fashion
honor thy mother
the house of ill repute
am i the disillusioned musician
the stupid bastard entertaining you
unwilling to admit that you are already entertained
by the thoughts in your head
the sewer systems clogging your brain
the endless hours counting useless shit

when will this end
this rat race
this torture
just kill me
you merciless fuck
you sick whore
your cunt is an open invitation to death
your scent deadly itself
no peace

i can no longer live this way
i am sick of it
the stores
the malls
the credit cards
paper or plastic
plastic, but only if you’ll stick it over your fucking head

another dead end stare
puzzled faces
i am useless
a real loser
the best of all
the supreme screw up
addicted to the words
which get me nowhere
$ leave me there as well

either way
your eyes give you away
think for yourself

no one else can taste this
this cheap pornographic flick that plays repeatedly in my head
like some cherished moment or traumatic moment
stress
stress buries me
yes, i am serious
i can no longer live off of the tiny pills you feed me
i need more ammunition
more
more
more

immunization
that is the goal
quit asking me dumb questions
eventually you become numb
the creator laughs as you reach new levels of sterility
you pompous ass
you’re not special
you don’t get out of bed for you anymore
you get out of bed for them
you’re immune to the disease
we are all infected
i am tired

i feel like i want to say something to make it all better
but i constantly fuck up at the most crucial moment
because i am too involved with myself to see anything else
cursing the insides of saints
i feel like the plague
i ruin everything
i hurt the most wonderful people
$ i continue searching for some lost treasure
that probably doesn’t even exist
i give up
i quit

great moments were taken from me
i sat in the temple away from the peasants
i ate the finest foods
tasted the best women
$ worshiped in the temples w/ you
my father, my brother, my mentor
then i witnessed your acts
your great deeds
it was then my faith died
my rage ignited
i burst into a million tiny pieces
in order to contain you
i burned the crops of venus
$ let the serpents roam
trying to turn the pages
of your fiery script

the madness took over
i understood the hatred
the ridiculous thievery
the dying man
i embraced you all
in some last attempt to regain
my superior position
but i fell in the mouth of goliath
$ churned in his belly for four weeks
until finally adultery set me free
only to be enslaved again by greed
when i grew in the eyes of politics
i fled the city
i fled the state

i found agnostic hope in other places
but my lips were silenced by jacob
$ my tongue eaten by his children
i worked for food but was beaten by the other slaves
raped $ used
my inferiority made them feel superior
it reassured them that they still had dignity
but i knew that their masters had taken that a long time ago

i escaped in the black of night
$ found my way
by the fire that
burned inside of me
i danced inside bitter veins $ fell in lust w/ white powder
love with the cowardly black beauties
hypnotized by the stars $ stripes
which led me astray

I met you by the river
$ watched you take your life
i felt bad for taking your wallet
but i made it by bus back to the city

i tried to stand up once again
i built small
until i finally felt that
i had regained power
i walked the city every night waiting for the magic to happen
it never did

i was forced into living the junkies $ the vultures in order to escape the bastards that decorated my soul with their dreams of control $ prestige
the words twisted in my brain $ it was all i could do to make it through the day w/ out killing one of you

I was all used up
$ laughed at myself
for being such a fool
i delivered $ traded secrets to the mercenaries
and they paid me well
by killing a few
$ a few more
i never made it back to you
before the words stole you
$ left you broken

the whores help me forget you
for awhile anyhow
i’ll never fully lose thought of you
but i will continue trying

when all else fails
i know i can give up
$ i know that you will eventually quit torturing me

so, you wanted poetry
sublime $ careless verse
$ you needed the presentation
to be superb
well this is it
i have given you another
verse from the angry wizard
$ even though i am exhausted
$ nothing surprises me
$ nothing shocks me
i go on

i know that i curse my thoughts
my intentions $ my creative monsters
they do not let me rest
I know that I want this to end but alas, it shall not
and so I lie to myself again
the torture will go on $ i realize that i can not quit
i can however give up for a second or two
$ then i am back again
more powerful $ more demanding

i also realize that even if i wrote the most wonderful poem ever
full of life $ love
w/ out out the anger
w/ out the death
w/ out the violence
w/ out the madman
you would not care for me any more or less than you do already
w/ that being exempt
$ this in mind constantly
i realize that you have given up already
that this is a dead issue

so i leave you with your $$$