Here's some lyrics to a few unreleased, new songs... FINAL COUP OF THE LAST MILLENIUM And in this age, These final days Of the most absurd Comic tragedy. This fiction... These days of lightspeed sunsets, What we once found Laughable... These demons come to life. We find ourselves Bound to our seats Retelling dreams, The outcomes of which, While left open to interpretation, Offer a sad simple truth. A cancer. TAKE THE TRAIN Why take the train when you can take the plane? Why live for pleasure when there's so much pain? Why look to mountains when the buildings call? What's an avalanche to a building's fall? I saw a dove flying in the wind Looking lost but hopeful Got a fascination with things that fly Like hawks and doves and time I sometimes look up in the sky The streets are so disturbing People playing at concrete Godscan see through the cracks of the lies on their faces Well, Mickey Mouse built a house And what do you want to bet That the bricks aren't made of clay I looked up at the sky today built a cottage industry propaganda machine And plastered it white as naivete Joe McCarthy's corpse is smiling in his grave While the talking heads give a little nod and wave Teacher, tell the kids to stay away The Rosenberg kids can't go home today Joe McCarthy's ghost is chasing me again And I'm knocking on the door - Good God, please let me in Stop your knocking now, please go away The Rosenberg kids can't come out to play Why take the train when you can take the plane? Why dare to dream when there's so much pain? Why speak when you may be misunderstood? Why look at the sky when the money's good? Why look away when you can watch it slide? Retaliate rather than look inside Why take the train when you can take the plane? Why live when you can die again and again? BODY BUILDING Boiled down to bleached white bones and fused Sticks and stones for breakfast again Because we're building a body From the ground up We're building a body of work Stripped of mortal coils of flesh unleashed The meat is off the bone And the tools we use are sticks and stones We want more than dirt and worms Stuck here while the world turns Rise up The world turns Rise up The world turns From darkness into light From stillness into flight Touched through skin United by blood Connected by nerve And the skeletal remains Where do they hide the venom and bile? Haven't had stomachs for a long, long while. We want more than dirt and worms Bone stiff while the Earth turns Without this structure Of script and lyric Of smoke and mirrors And contracts unsigned And contact unkind Our empty battle a collapsed fiction War, and I can't see the enemy Because the enemy is me And death always wins Bone against bone Ground down And from the ground up Building a body Building a body of work Building a body of work Morning, noon and night From stillness into flight