From the recording Peace is Not a Fashion
Probably one of our weirdest but coolest songs. A lot of our music did unpredictable (ok, and somewhat stupid) things, but this one pulls out all the stops. I love its internal "trippy versus punk" argument.
Lyrics
New order needs no direction
Soldiers with a place in mind
And I count myself among the traitors
The flesh is weak, the mind too defensive
So let me wonder where I will
Somewhere between the storm clouds and the desert
I'm not waiting for my condition to worsen
I'm not waiting for my whole world to explode
I'm not willing to lay down and die
It's time to take control
Secession of the soul
Give up your faith to the faithless
And lead hope to the killing floor
Herded into a blinding light and a bullet
Hold up your heroes to heaven
And let them take you where they will
Shot up among the saints without the crosses
I'm not waiting for some salvation to save me
I'm not fighting to grab the world by the throat
I'm not willing to give up the ghost
It's time to take it home
Secession of, secession of the soul
Don't believe everything you see
(Concurrently"I want you to feel the power of God
Throw away your crutches
Throw away that which cripples you
And walk to me!")
(Concurrently -- Reporter"Behind me
The thick, gray, black clouds of smoke
From new fires which are popping up constantly
In the southern section of the city")
Aaahh, hurled against the wheel
I feel the weight of the world
Upon me now
Aaahh, hurled against the wheel
I feel the weight of the world
Upon me now
Don't let it grind me down
Don't let it grind me down
Don't let it grind me down
Don't let it grind me down
Redemption seems to me overrated
I'll take my chances here alone
Let my thoughts drip sweetly
As my body's burning away
I'm not willing to lay down and die
It's time to take control
Secession of the soul
Grind, grind, grind
Don't let it grind me down
Grind, grind, grind
Don't let it grind me down
Don't let it grind me