Idea
Today I have declared myself to be a subject of the will of the people. Toolong have my studies and research been for my own pleasures and distractions. Civilization needs the minds of its people. My first project will be the freeing of our underground workers. There is no reason why technology cannot be called on to meet this challenge.
A machine. A great machine. I see it now. Creatures! Seek your dignity!Scrap metal and I shall fight, and you shall be the winner!
Ugly Rumors
They lie about all through the day
Thinking that they should be paid
For all 'em knowing how to breed
Producing more for us to have to pay for their food, too.
They'll steal our daughters for their brides
Expecting more than life provides
A huge ungrateful straw stampede...
Construction
Instrumental
Failure / Reconstruction
Failure... Oh, my beautiful machine. My poor, poor beautiful machine.What have I done wrong? Where have I failed you? But give up? Never! Not as long as there are souls imprisoned inthe dark life. Not as long as a whisper of life clings to my body. There will be freedom in the holes! All will hail the new machine! Yes! Yes! I think I've got it now. There, the spark leaps to live. The Golden Age quivers on the brink of creation. Live, my machine! Live my savior! You have my breath... You have my dream, my dream.
Success
Instrumental
Final Confrontation
Driving the Moles Away
We don't want your arm, we don't want your hand,
All we really want is for you to leave our land;
We don't want your foot, we don't want your toe,
All we really want is for you to pack and go;
We don't want your necks, we don't want your backs,
All we really want is for you to hit the tracks;
We don't want your nose, we don't want your lip,
All we really want is for you to take a trip;
We don't want your skin, we don't want your hair,
All we really want is for you to become rare;
We don't want your tongue, we don't want your ear,
All we really want is for you to disappear;
We don't want your ankle, we don't want your knee,
All we really want is for you to quickly leave;
We don't want your palm, we don't want your wrist,
All we really want is for you to soon be missed;
We don't want your brow, we don't want your eye,
All we really want is for you to puke and die!
Don't Tread On Me
Hatred has hunger and hatred has eyes,
Hatred has purpose and hatred has size,
Hatred has honor but hatred hates lies!
a**ailants of mercy with hate in your eyes,
Do not disturb us, you might be surprised,
We are not weaklings to tremble and die.
Hatred has dignity, hatred is clear,
Hatred has courage and hatred is dear,
Hatred has virtue and hatred is here!
Odious enemy do not come near
There is no pity nor tenderness here,
There is no mercy just villainous fear!
The Short War
Instrumental
Resolution
Instrumental
Today I have declared myself to be a subject of the will of the people. Toolong have my studies and research been for my own pleasures and distractions. Civilization needs the minds of its people. My first project will be the freeing of our underground workers. There is no reason why technology cannot be called on to meet this challenge.
A machine. A great machine. I see it now. Creatures! Seek your dignity!Scrap metal and I shall fight, and you shall be the winner!
Ugly Rumors
They lie about all through the day
Thinking that they should be paid
For all 'em knowing how to breed
Producing more for us to have to pay for their food, too.
They'll steal our daughters for their brides
Expecting more than life provides
A huge ungrateful straw stampede...
Construction
Instrumental
Failure / Reconstruction
Failure... Oh, my beautiful machine. My poor, poor beautiful machine.What have I done wrong? Where have I failed you? But give up? Never! Not as long as there are souls imprisoned inthe dark life. Not as long as a whisper of life clings to my body. There will be freedom in the holes! All will hail the new machine! Yes! Yes! I think I've got it now. There, the spark leaps to live. The Golden Age quivers on the brink of creation. Live, my machine! Live my savior! You have my breath... You have my dream, my dream.
Success
Instrumental
Final Confrontation
Driving the Moles Away
We don't want your arm, we don't want your hand,
All we really want is for you to leave our land;
We don't want your foot, we don't want your toe,
All we really want is for you to pack and go;
We don't want your necks, we don't want your backs,
All we really want is for you to hit the tracks;
We don't want your nose, we don't want your lip,
All we really want is for you to take a trip;
We don't want your skin, we don't want your hair,
All we really want is for you to become rare;
We don't want your tongue, we don't want your ear,
All we really want is for you to disappear;
We don't want your ankle, we don't want your knee,
All we really want is for you to quickly leave;
We don't want your palm, we don't want your wrist,
All we really want is for you to soon be missed;
We don't want your brow, we don't want your eye,
All we really want is for you to puke and die!
Don't Tread On Me
Hatred has hunger and hatred has eyes,
Hatred has purpose and hatred has size,
Hatred has honor but hatred hates lies!
a**ailants of mercy with hate in your eyes,
Do not disturb us, you might be surprised,
We are not weaklings to tremble and die.
Hatred has dignity, hatred is clear,
Hatred has courage and hatred is dear,
Hatred has virtue and hatred is here!
Odious enemy do not come near
There is no pity nor tenderness here,
There is no mercy just villainous fear!
The Short War
Instrumental
Resolution
Instrumental