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_______________________________________________________________________________ _ _ _ _ ((___)) ((___)) [ x x ] cDc communications [ x x ] \ / presents... \ / (` ') (` ') (U) (U) TOXIK World Circus Compliments of The Omen >>> A CULT Distribution.....1988 <<< -cDc- CULT OF THE DEAD COW -cDc- _______________________________________________________________________________ Toxik is: Josh Christian - Guitars Mike Sanders - Vocals Tad Leger - Drums Brian Bonini - Bass All songs written by Josh Christian, Except "Social Overload" by Christian/Sanders, and "Haunted Earth" by Christian/Sanders/Meryl Published by Roadblock Music (ASCAP) Special Note from TOXIK: "Stop the Madness: Drugs are no fun, drugs endanger the life and happiness of millions. It must stop, we appeal to the youth of today, stop the madness. There are better things in life." -'De Omen - BSP/LOL _______________________________________________________________________________ Heart Attack ----- ------ (As Toxik says - You figure it out!) Social Overload ------ -------- We are searching for the answer To our prayers The endless road ahead Is from our errors Overbearing powers strengthening Atomic fear of what tomorrow brings Burning down with fire Meltdown of the soul Threat of termination Social Overload Hopes and questions Running through our mind But it's a case Of blind leading blind Money rules the hearts Of men we fear But still the people do not hear Young men of valor March away Heads of state have Called their name today One by one they fell And there they died In the name of money Hate and lies Pain and Misery ---- --- ------ One day you'll wake up And life will have no meaning Except that feeling in your veins Another blast another line You'd hardly do it Your lungs are craving That cocaine Well, all your friends Will sit and watch you do it And when it's time they'll do the same You taste the smoke It's the evil that's inside you You know the winner of the game Oh no, can't you feel the pain? Can you feel the misery? Well, time goes on And you feel your body slipping There's no control, you're a slave You breathe in deep And be sure your hearts still pumping You ain't ready for the grave One more time And you promise the you will quit But today's just not the day Everyday you give that Same old sermon Still you crack your life away Today they found you In your room, your eyes were empty A stem of a glass clutched in your hand Your heart had stopped And your life had left you Dead young American Voices ------ These voices in my head they say Just what they want to say They taunt me in my sleep They want me to kill their way Violent spirit inside of me Many voices yell From where, I can't tell They seem to come from inside of me. I try to shut them out But then they really shout They're ripping something from me Evil thoughts possess my brain Out, get them out, out, Get them out, Voices,##Voices, Voices,##Voices, Voices,##Voices, ##Got to get them out These voices run my life They make me walk out through the night Vicious bidding I must do Insane, I snuff the child's lights Mind of death runs me now Fight, claw, grasp ## You won't know It's time to die ## Till its to late God's first law ## Wild eyed fiend But I defy ## Seals your fate Voices tell me ## Feel my hand How to kill ## Around about I'm their tool ## God please help I do their will ## Get them out In my mind I'm still here Unwilling monster disappear I can't go on with this charade From my wrists, blood cascades Free from them, they're finally out Out, get them out, Get them out.... Doors to Hell ----- -- ---- On behalf of the unnamed soldiers Dies for their country in some far-away place Some returned expecting glory Baby killers got spit upon their face With napalm, we're villains, we're burning the children To death, Obsessed Put there by liars, the money messiahs, decay, obey Shoot, kill, good will, God is on our side Don't ask your task, do what you must do Your door to Hell, Hell, your door to Hell Open season for the fascists To test their toys out On this frail human race Some burned the flag And denied them While others marched off To save a nation's face Hiding in the trenches Their lungs filled with stenches Of death, Obsessed Most who enlisted No longer existed Slain in vain Shoot kill good will Christian soldiers Don't ask your task Do as you're told World Circus ----- ------ Ladies and Gents We welcome you now to the show A game we like to play When your turn comes we'll let you know The game is their world The circus is all of tricks Democracy, hypocrisy, cash junkies all need a fix Oh, but God can save us all Bow to his glory and now prepare for the fall Of the... World Circus/World Circus USSR and United States represent all Biggest nation, main attraction The people holding the bail Some small sweaty country Is where the first acts will all die Out of the air into despair That's how the circus survives Oh, but we could save us all Forget their religion and think for yourselves Once, and for all, before the... World Circus/World Circus Lights, Flashing Ash, fills the air Open, the sky is bleeding Circus, is everywhere Breathe in the air of disgust And it will make you gag Chemicals, they're filling the air Money in some fat man's bag the illness that infects your immunes And leaves you quite dead Who'd believe, who'd have conceived Our book was already read Oh, but God can save us all And if you believe you're a fool, and surely Will fall, to the... World Circus/World Circus In the center ring 47 Seconds of Sanity/Count your Blessings -- ------- -- ------ ----- ---- --------- The winter starts The summer ends Bringing back the pain Streets in the summer Are warm at night It's easy begging change But when the cold air comes And your hands they freeze The night it breathes last sleep Cringe from the frozen wind The end starts to begin Count your blessings Won't you? God's eye is still on you Times pass won't last You'll see! Your fate is here with me The normal life I used to have A dream from yesterday Kids and wife, I had it all I worked and then I prayed But taxes rose, we lost our house After fifteen years, Goodbye On the earth alone within The end starts to begin Now I have lived here on the streets An eyesore for mankind A product of society The average urban refugee My story's one like a thousand more Tomorrow like the day before False Prophets ----- -------- Deep inside the house of white Elected tools decide our plight If we live or if we die Controlling minds, robbing blind Moral crimes Beware, false prophets, beware He'll come in the form of a reverend clown And tell his flock to gather round He slays with his tongue And not a sword A celluloid jesus, a plastic lord For your dashboard Beware, false prophets, beware He wares a flag of red, white, and blue An ancient actor with a twisted view His final picture is final part His slice of history the war he starts Blown apart! Haunted Earth ------- ----- They are here to take away The visions of our future With their words of empty praise, of peace Politicians butcher You know your mind is bending With your stare so blind You're here to do their bidding, to kill All that's left behind We must always live For our earth Haunted Earth We shall never be The same again Haunted Earth Turn your cheek and they will smite you At their lords command From the book of forgotten prophets, you sin Sinners will be damned Machines of death will reap the slayer's harvest The body count is high Ten thousand souls are lost forever, in Hell Where no one dies The dogs of war are howling at you Can't you see the signs? The art of war is an ancient syndrome, of death For all mankind They raise the curtain of the act violence They take their final bow Twisting bows of propaganda, they speak As if they're proud PROUD! Victims ------- Faces Of Death, 1, 2 and 3 Murder and violence on film Perverted acts that infest the world Is this really God's will? Madman and butchers running the land With a cross on their chest And the good book in hand Pointing a finger at those who oppose Quieting the facts and truths undisclosed Hatred, all of that is different Victims, of the ones that you trust Ignorance, controlling your actions Victims Watch the TV, and you'll see the news The ends that our world is coming to Falsified glory, delusions of grandeur A true patriot kills at will Madmen and sadists make their demands With a cross on their chest And the good book in hand Dogs in high places deliver a curse, by splitting their Atoms, destroying the earth =============================================================================== (c)1988 cDc communications by The Omen 8/25/88-72 All Rights Worth Not Very Much At All, And Regrettably So Downloaded From P-80 International Information Systems 304-744-2253