Lifesmith Hard Rock Metal

From the Lifesmith Group album, "Drivel." Claim that you know the meaning of life, in pride may you take a fall Sell me the secrets to your prosperity, only fools to your carrion's call Offer me something that I'll never need, you unnatural Nosferatu Your greed unharnesses your humanity, revealing ignorance of what's true. Oh you yell that you're the latest and greatest, when you've barely taken one step Your weak small-minded childish games betray how long you have slept I see through your profit-minded madness and the god of Mammon you serve You dare tell me you're only following orders, and you'll get what you deserve. Dollars and sense, drachmas and pence, does life boil down to this? Profit margins and increased sales, is it in your best analysis? Euros and pounds, decadent sounds, your whole revolves around this? Quotas achieved, I'm so relieved, next month may we fortune kiss! So bray on your pride in technical prowess, for you really know so little Suckle the nipple and swallow down hard, tis merely the devil's spittle You're the tool of a pawn of a trivial whim of those who are pulling the strings Yet with all your powered intelligence, you dare to claim wondrous things. Dollars and sense, drachmas and pence, does life boil down to this? Profit margins and increased sales, is it in your best analysis? Euros and pounds, decadent sounds, your whole revolves around this? Quotas achieved, I'm so relieved, next month may we fortune kiss! Wise men have tried for centuries old To show the errors of your way The Good Book is open yet left cold To raise you a better day.

From the Lifesmith Group album, "Drivel." Five o’clock, the bell rings Crusty and tired, falls out of bliss A cup of scalding sweet mud A shower, a dump, and a piss Wraps himself in silken straitjacket A noose about his neck no less Hits the highway before it hits back Big Brother’s day is anyone’s guess. Eight o’clock, the meetings begin Resigned and nodding, the corporate toady Pushes endless forms thru mouse holes Crosses his T’s in a regulated rhapsody His tune called by a condescending heir He kowtows to the boss’ secretary Swallows his pride, even chokes on it too He warns himself he’s got to be wary. By lunch he’s worn down, can’t see straight Such anger suppressed, the headaches of late Lesser men order and expect him to obey The despair pervades his subservient day. Two o'clock, they review his work So viciously spiteful, holds back his speech Another week wasted in his life as a tool How he dreams of a cocktail on the beach Yet back to his hole amidst the shuffling dread To satisfy an ungrateful capital leach He wants to cry out at his ever depressing lot The future he seeks is beyond his reach. Five o’clock, he packs it in for home Wryly thanks whatever deity is new That he didn’t lose this job that he believes He needs to keep his bills from overdue No overtime needed today, that’s a change Jockey his wreck thru a freeway untrue To a selfish wife whose dad gave her the house He barely tolerates, a condition he rues. Six o’clock, the kids are at his heels I need an iPod and I need a phone Barely catching his breath walking thru the door Vastly uninspired, yields a pathetic moan Ripping off his necktie and suit in step Guzzling down cheap beer, tired to the bone His nagging wife wants him to paint the house That he knows he will never really own. His dinner is choked down, gruel at best Profoundly frustrated, too beat down to be mad The wife has the remote control, like he cares There’s nothing on the tube for him, it’s all bad She’ll never turn it off and turn him on He hopes to dream of the life he never had And as he involuntarily sinks into uneasy slumber Only one thought is unendingly sad: It’s only Monday!

From the Lifesmith Group album, "Prattle." You run with a pack of ravenous vampire wolves Swearing you’re impervious to pain You’re callous and unforgiving as a venomous snake Interested in shallow personal gain You’d screw your grandma without being asked On your wall hangs a framed picture of Cain The Devil himself calls you a drinking buddy Who laughs at impending nuclear rain. You’re entertained by suffering, you sadistic unholy roach Believing it could never reach you Hurting every kindly soul that crosses your slimy tracks Covering them weakly, denying what’s true You lie to your own friends so often they expect it Boasting you’re one of a fabulous few You love the toadies sucking up, treat them even worse You know so much, to you there’s nothing new. Well I have news for you, you two-bit devilspawn tool We are those who despise your ways, destroy you ignorant fool Play catch with my Chevy, see how I drive Your lyin’ jaws catch my blue steel forty-five Teachers of truth and love and trust eliminate from school Creeps like you are an ugly aberration to civilized rule.

From the Lifesmith Group album, "Blather." What’s to be said for the turncoat? What’s to be said of the two-faced lie? Is it falling off a capsized boat Or the fear of answering why? Truth is a casualty of a cultural war And lies are the residue of grief Deception is as common as a swinging door So that veracity is beyond belief. A handshake is often a vile trip wire And a smile is not what it seems A contract’s as good as illusory fire It’s warmth is as real as dreams. Discriminate then, when presented with truth Look deeper than the surface plies Scrutinize smiles for the baréd tooth The moon lurks behind cloudy skies. So many souls unintentionally deceive Themselves into thinking what’s right And others so carelessly believe Their deception has inherent might. But others prevaricate constantly And meanness never crosses their mind Some will pontificate confidently Like a politician driving while blind. So protect your loins from vampires mocking Your welfare while patting your back Personal shielding, beware its unlocking Opens you up for betrayal’s attack.

From the Lifesmith Group album, "Rant." We were asymptotic to infinity as we slid down the rail Fenceless and forgiving as we groped through our Braille Hunted and crawling as we searched for the grail While hungry for blood we screamed our betrayal. We laughed and we cried as we died, yet denied The blood-chilling waves as we flipped in the tide We were standing erect as they switched on the ride And stinging electricity purified our pride. Seemed that we’re dancing on the edge of a knife The silent soul is the mind's holy wife Seems the harder we try to eradicate this strife The sterner are the taskmasters who regulate our life. We had found the perfect vacuum as we dared to stay away We learned the eternal message as we rightly demanded pay We have seen the inside of hell as war is one of the ways To annihilate all mankind

From the Lifesmith Group album, "Pablum." Seven billion little universes in this orchestra sublime Balanced on a knife's edge; experiential space and time Each with a focus, each with a plan A private perception, their world in hand Observing the others in remote singular pantomime. Beings of our kind still possess a personal sovereignty theirs Unintentional and impenetrable despite their unawares Each has a vehicle, each seeks the road A separate happiness to shed their load And linear time to do it all thru a discrete passage of cares. But by unconscious assent we all bought into physical laws true A shared waking dream is our world of emerald and watery blue We all drink the same, we all breathe the air Procreate by longing to love by the pair Immature relationships suggesting collectivism are far too few. Your thoughts are impervious to another's inspection then And another's dreams are inconceivable, you have never been Each knows his own, each feels alone An enclosed surface, a sacrosanct zone An island of your own sane serenity in mortal coil's den.

From the Lifesmith Group album, "Blather." Carving up the highway like you're driving on your own Racing crazy wild faster, a dream you're all alone Making flashing dragster time, while losing your own rabid mind Watching your life blur away, a hundred miles past blind. Roaring thru confusion's tunnel, a pulsing missile flies Beyond a deeper comprehension which suddenly dies Like crunchy leaves blown from trees in gale force winds Dynamite on the brain, forget about your sins. Zooming past the common scene, and time becomes all one Memories come flooding back, you set them on the run You're not concerned with all that was, the moment is your now You've flown at breakneck speed from alpha, looking for the tau. Laughing screaming crying jumping propelling you so fast Through a life you've never known, a dimension far too vast Existence shines at every turn, an easy bend in reality's deep Within your mind, you make the choice to simply unlock and leap.

From the Lifesmith Group album, "Pablum." How do you control ignorance in action? One without reason, one without thought How can you counter a caveman converging Pulsating passion who’s never been taught Talking won’t quell senseless aggression Communicating takes a reasoning mind Is there a way to mollify a raging beast Must you resort to violence in kind? Ignorance in action is a terrible thing Society’s detraction the subhuman’s sing Pointless destruction, the devil’s dark darling Without compunction, remorseless bitter sting. Let’s thin out the herd in Draconian word Acid to clean out the gene pool Destroy the prisons, they’re cellar dwellers Eliminate those who break the rules. When resources are short, we cannot support them Who needs the evil and greedy Good citizens everywhere deserve our assistance Truly lawful and peaceful yet needy. Pathetic Cro-Magnon with his little mind bent Idiotic animal, brainless incompetent Incorrigible creep, worthless element Murderer and rapist unrepentant. We cannot condone violent acts outside of Self-preservation and such Those who perpetuate evil on others Have lost sense of real human touch We will not advance very far as a culture If we allow such scum to remain Weed out the yard, strengthen the laws And erase the ignorant stain.