Mushroom Head

[! M@ro@mD !]

The Final Act

 

Wide eyed sleepers death in motion daylight creepers wearing all night

pain bleeding moments spilling over non-existing as they crawl out

into a world that calls them real sign the contract it's the final act matter

of fact better take a step back relax the show must go on no one

so on and so on as if under mass hypnosis the wide eyed sleepers

fall into mass graves they'll feel safer in the dirt their own opinions

won't be heard if asked could you decide what any man is worth

could you decide?

The steal it with a handshake seal it with a smile it feels

like an earthquake treats you like a child defeats you

with your mistakes leaves you in denial deceives you

in the first place lied to all the while they can't see anymore

how their wide eyes have made them blind in spite of themselves

[! M@ro@mD !]

Conflict-the Argument Goes On

 

Just because you're a saved how does that make me lost?

Eyes wide hands tied capsized in flouride 4 out of 5 recommend

a gun what if you were wrong the argument goes on

and on a fistful of dollars ring around the collar and father never knew

he had a son wait for the final setting sun rise for the everlasting

one the oldest form of possession what a waste to spend life on

why no war's ever really won the true devil, religion do not confuse

this with condemning having faith, hatred and god fuel the future

master race escape your prisons open up your minds believe

there's something besides your way behind the disguise behind you disguise

[! M@ro@mD !]

Exploiting Your Weakness

 

The mind is a sponge absorbing your secrets the body's

at one exploiting your weakness a brand new kind of left behind

open up and close your mind catastrophe, evaporation growing

far across the shining masses back to your birthplace scenarios

worst case now rounding first base far from home moral is crumbling

these dice are tumbling words I'm mumbling stumbling on my own holocaust

in my head body warping on nonsense from the fountain feed down

on your knees for the best new line of promises words

I'm mumbling stumbling on my own perfect slowly comes

unglued a brand new kind of left behind drowning in the shallow

sunburnt beneath the gallows stumbling on my own holocaust

in my head life ... living isn't for everyone death ...

darker existence after this hell a brand new kind of left behind

kind of left behind

[! M@ro@mD !]

Born Of Desire

 

Wait

I Feel So Helpless In This Haze

Better Days Are Laid To Rest.

Life's A Test

World Of Stress.

Who Is Blessed?

Can I Get A Little Heart?

You Know The Deal

Our Weakness Is We Feel Torn Apart.

Still We've Got To Keep It Real.

Born Of Desire

Conspired Denial

Be Your Own Messiah Savior, Everything.

I Am The Liar

Jester To The Sire

I Burn With Your Fire

Walk With Me.

Pleasing Dreams Are Few And Far

Between The Good And Badly Needed

Breaks In Life

Just So You Don't Hate Yourself

If You Believe

In Some Kind Of Masterwork

This Was All Meant For Something

I Am Truly Sorry

Although I'm Really Laughing Inside

Because I Know

This All Comes Out To Nothing

Go On Believe

Life's Some Kind Of Masterwork

This Was All Meant For Something

I'm Sorry, Laughing Inside

For Nothing

Sorry, Laughing Inside,

For Nothing.

[! M@ro@mD !]

4th album : Superbuick (1996)

 

Bwomp

 

We're Piling It Too High

Talk Not Saying Anything

What We Leave Behind

What We Can't Afford To Keep

There's No Sympathetic Posturing

There's No More True Humanity

The Old Ways Aren't Working Anymore

Let's Separate The Users

From The Whores

Creepy Crawl

Twist The 4-5 Cap

To Get Wrapped

Tight Slap The Wax

On The Wheels To Feel Alright

Find The Flow Freak

The Funk Like Your In Heat

Wrap The Leaf

Strike The Blunt

now Your In Deep

We've Got To Get Together

Got To Get With The Game plan

To Defeat The Dealer

That Dealt This Hand

I Don't Understand

Why The Kids Are Killing Kids

When The Only One's That Benefit

Are The Big Whigs

Mankind Unkind

Always A Fine Line

We've All Got To Die

And This Time It's My Time

Hindsight Blind fight

I Hate It When I'm Right

He Destroys The World

While We Sleep At Night

Twist The 4-5 Cap

And Understand That

If It Was Up To Me

I'd Free Charles Manson

Throw It All Away

Let's Separate The Users,

From The Whores

What Do We Have To Hope For

Why Do We Event Try

Laughed At Religion Long Ago

I Doubt I'll Be An Angel When Die

[! M@ro@mD !]

Never Let It Go

 

No I'll Never Ever Let It Go

Caressing The Downfall

Out Stretched Arms

On Your Knees Crawl

Filthy And Feeling Low

Dancing In The Undertow

The Cut That Always Bleeds

But Never Shows

Everyone Crawls To Someone

Some Run

To The Puppeteer

And Volunteer

To Become One

But Who Pulls The Strings

That You Are Attached To

Who Pours The Gas

That You Are The Match To?

Strive For Perfection

And Strike With Precision

Soon It Blows Up In Your Face

And The Smoke Blurs Your Vision

But Now You're Fading Fast

Maybe Your Time Has Passed

Bound And Gagged

As Your Dragged To The Typecast

Jumping Back

And Forth And Forth And Back

Once More Oblivious

To What It Is I'm Looking For

Goodbye But I Cannot Forget It

No I'll Never Ever Let It Go

[! M@ro@mD !]

The Wrist

 

Acting Tragically,

In An Inept Manner

Trying To Act Like

Something Really Mattered

When I Open My Eyes

It's All Gone

Overthrown By Your Children

God Willing Shut You Down

It's Like The Closer I Get

I Start To Regret

What I've Done

A Sick Piece Of ,

With The Balls To Admit,

When He's Wrong

React Defiantly

I Am Someone, Someone

Might Even Fool Myself

Before I'm Done

When I Open My Eyes

It's All Gone

Overthrown By Your Children

God Willing Shut You Down

Making Believe

There's Someplace I Belong

Greedo Died By The Hand Of Solo

Amass A Fortress Of Steel

Unsure If I Can Instill My Will

Is Caving In Black

'til There's No Bringing It Back Again

Led Astray By Their Mock Sincerity

False Charity

Condemned

Chewing Insult

Inheriting Unwarranted Birthright

Crown A Scapegoat

New King Of

Ignorance Is Followed

By Ignorance

Repetition Diminishing Senses

Defenseless

Crippled Libido

Greedo Died By The Hand Of Solo

When I Open My Eyes

It's All Gone

Making Believe

There's Someplace I Belong

When I Open My Eyes

It's All Gone

Might Even Fool Myself

Before I'm Done

[! M@ro@mD !]

These Filthy Hands

 

Haphazardly, Tumbling Hard

Fall Right Down,

Laugh Out Loud

All In The Scheme Of Things,

We're All Looking Up Growing Tall

It's Like Pulling One Hair

You Are What You Are To Me

With Wet Fingers

In My Eyes You're A Star

Petroleum Jelly

You're Something I'll Never Be

And Watch The Rain Dance

You're Something, I'm Frightened Of

I've Got To Get Clean

The Rain Will Cleanse Me

And I've Got To Wash These Filthy Hands

Because It's All Just A Futile Plan

That'd Mean I'd Have To

Believe Again

It's Like A Career To Breathe

An Existence I Can't Conceive

Emotionless As In Slug

In My Imagined Oblivion

It's As Much Fun

As Poking At A Nerve

You Would Swear,

That I Could,

Walk And Talk

No One Wants To Fail

But No One Wants To Work

But I Doubt You Will Ever

Vocabulary Test Is Graded On A Curve

Ever Prove Enough

Smartest Kid Is Stupid

Word Is Never Heard

I Doubt You'll Ever Prove It!

I've Got To Get Clean

The Rain Will Cleanse Me

And I've Got to Wash These Filthy Hands

All These Thoughts And Feelings

Are For Naught Unappealing

So You Expect Them

To Dull And Fade

Still They Remain

Caught Waiting For The Rain

Time Devours Life

With My Soul As The Defendant

Don't Catch Me If I Fall

I May Have Jumped

You Never Know

You Don't Know Me At All

[! M@ro@mD !]

Chancre Sore

 

Self Absorbed

Chancre Sore

Love You Like A Matador

Life Is Just A Metaphor

Nothing's Fair

Love Is War

Nothing More

Love You Like A Matador

Nothing More

[! M@ro@mD !]

Flattened

 

An Early Incarnation, Of A Bad Day I Got Up On The Wrong Side Again The First

Hours Crawl Emotional Starvation, We Throw The Words Away Don't Wanna Swallow

My Pride Again The Worst Waste Of All I Think I've Found My Way In, I Found

My Way Out For Every time That You Live Your Life To Please There's Always

That Trace Of Doubt An Early Incarnation, An Early Incarnation Of A Bad Day,

Of A Bad Day I Got Up On The Wrong Side Again I Got Up On The Wrong Side

Again The Worst Waste Of All The First Hours Crawl If I Could Only Erase,

This Failure In My Head One Day If I Could Just Face Up To This Put The Past

To Rest Live Your Life To Please Live Your Life To Please Live Your Life To

Please There's Always That Trace Of Doubt An Early Incarnation Of A Bad Day I

Got Up On The Wrong Side Again The First Hours Crawl The First Hours Crawl.

[! M@ro@mD !]

Big Brother

 

Open Up Your Mind And Let Some Thought Inside Open Up Your Mind As They All

Survey 4 Out Of 5 And They All Survey 4 Out Of 5 And They All Survey Open Up

Your Mind And Let Some Thought Inside Open Up Your Mind As They All Survey

And In This Time Of Free Thought It'd Be A Shame To Let It Rot Open Up Your

Mind As They All Survey When You're All Alone You'll Never Wanna Know Open Up

Your Mind As They All Survey 4 Out Of 5 And They All Survey You Gotta Let

Some Thought Inside As They All Survey Caught Between The Parallels Of Life

And Death And Compromises Fill The Hours With New Vices Voices Screaming Time

Is Numb Single File Come And Follow Choosing Futures From Brochures Changing

Channels No Opinion Losing Track Which Way Is Up Use Your Head For What It's

There For Though Not One In The Same Receptive Minds Co-operate Do Not

Dissect The Human Race Make One United Higher Plain And In This Time Of Free

Thought It'd Be A Shame To Let It Rot Open Up Your Mind And Let Some Thought

Inside Use Your Head, For What It's There For

[! M@ro@mD !]

Idle Worship

 

I've Got A Great Choice Of Career Staring Endlessly Into The Mirror I've Got

A Blank Look On My Face Never To Ever Disappear, Disappear This Is My Chance

At The Mirror This Is My Chance At The Mirror I Find I See Myself In Your

Eyes Feel Your Regret, Taste Your Despise I Am Immune Still Insecure I've

Been Things That Never, Ever Were Never Were This Is My Chance At The Mirror

Wanting What's Behind Inside The Outside There's No Time To Hide Curiosities

Outcry To Have And To Hold To Bend And To Mold Determine A Price Prepare To

Be Sold All Is Commodity Deformities Oddities Exploit The Prodigy To Amuse Us All

[! M@ro@mD !]

Fear Held Dear

 

Listen

Listen To Me

Listen

Listen To Me

Listen

 

You Left Your Mark

Like A Handprint In Wet Cement

To Make Sure These Regrets I Won't Forget

You Tried To Divide

Dissect Me Of My Pride

But I Refuse To Fold Into Your Arms

Media's' Ventriloquist

Anglo Saxon Evangelist

I Find It So Ridiculous

The Fears That We Hold Dear

 

Listen

Listen Please Won't You Listen

Anybody

Won't You Listen To The Things That We Hold Dear.

[! M@ro@mD !]

5th album : Mushroomhead

 

Elevation

 

How Am I Supposed To Think?

Can I Feel? My Hands Are Numb,

My Feet Oh No My Is Dumb

And The Rain Came Down Plucked My Sight

Elevation, Elevation, Elevation

How Am I Supposed To Think Now?

What's In My Head Now?

Like A Cheap Parlor Trick Slight Of Hand And The Blood Covers A Soul,

Any Day Now What Do I Feel When I Awake?

Where Am I From When I Am Lost?

I Feel So Low, I Said My Hands Are Numb,

My Feet Oh No,

Elevation I Said My Hands Are Numb, My Feet Oh No,

Elevation And Every Time I Get Up They're Pulling Me Down,

Can't Get My Feet Up Off The Ground,

I Said My Hands Are Numb, My Feet Oh No.

How Am I Supposed To Think, now?

[! M@ro@mD !]

Too Much Nothing

 

Too much nothing

I'm always excusing myself

But now it's getting hard to tell the reason why I even care

Increasingly I'm unaware

Instead of bettering myself I'm crawling deeper in my shell too much

The whole point that I am alive seems to escape me at this time

Time I think too much

Nothing too much

I've never known how to behave

I think too much

I've never strayed far from the grave

nothing too much

I need to get up off the ground

Nothing too much

To force myself to make a sound