God in a Box

by THINGS OUTSIDE THE SKIN

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released January 1, 1999

Instruments, words and vocals: Chvad SB

Additional Contributors:
Mabon Lugh: lyrics and vox on Wormface
Tod Engel: guitars on Acquiesce

Photography & Graphic Design:
Chvad SB, Mabon Lugh, Elias

"Ginger's Lament" written by The Residents and covered with permission.

Written, produced, recorded and engineered by: Chvad SB
Copyright 1999 Angry Apple Muffin Man Music. All Rights Reserved.

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THINGS OUTSIDE THE SKIN Brooklyn, New York

Misguided, insecure, loud, raging, lunatic, hypocritical, ill tempered and yet kind to animals, THINGS OUTSIDE THE SKIN lay a ground work of audio mayhem riddled with bitter social commentary.

things outside the skin was created in 1997 by Chvad SB. He is currently a member of Controlled Bleeding, The Qualia and Tongue Muzzle.

t.o.t.s.:
Chvad SB, Blight Productions, Lars Casteen, Ericah Hagle
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Track Name: God in a Box
Reborn from self-pretentious waste,
Reconstructive rhythms from past with paste.
Post-apocalyptic knowledge thrown down the can,
Nothing but style and microphone in hand.

things outside of the skin belong to me,
Easy-written metaphor, no philosophy.
Can’t make you think, reposition our stage…
Misguided thought, well intended rage.

Doesn’t seem to matter what’s in the box,
Whether it’s God or us or tix or tox.
Pretty little package and catchy little name,
Give us your money and we’ll say the same.

things outside of the skin belong to me,
Easy-written metaphor, no philosophy.
101 (one, zero, one) seemed to hard to get,
Now we spoon feed you nothing but…

Misguided hots for t.o.t.s. not…
Always eating kids, it hits the spot.
Always the clay, shape us if you must.
Whatever you make, you’ll still not trust…
Little tiny jesters dance around you…
Lots of bright lights and balloon animals too.
Lots of T.V. just like in your home…
Pay your cash and watch the little monsters roam.

things outside of the skin belong to me,
Easy written metaphor, no philosophy.
101 (one, zero, one) seemed too hard to get,
Now we spoon feed you nothing but…

things outside the skin
Track Name: Wormface
I knew how you could take
But I thought that you might feel
So I loved what you were
And that’s my own mistake
But I’ve seen under your skin
Peeled it back and crawled right in

Now I know what you are
I know what you are.

But you’re too proud to see what I have found
Would rather spend you’re time clinging to what has you bound
Love is not dirty, love is not weak
But denial is your god and you’ll sow the void you reap
I mock you and your paralyzing fear
Too afraid of me too see what might be

I refuse all blame but I’ll take all the pain
and ball it up inside
and build it up with pride
and beat it black and blue
with acid thoughts of you

Having all your fucking cake
and eating it too
and save it for the day
when I hear you say
That you made a mistake
so I can spit it back right in your face

P.O.F.
sad sorry motherfucker
prisoner of fear

fear has no reason
fear has no rhyme

you’re too proud to see what I have found
Would rather spend you’re time clinging to what has you bound
you've convinced yourself, that love is weak
But denial is your god and you’ll sow the void you reap
you've sold yourself on the virtues of hate
but fear is your failure and that means resulting pain

denial is your god, and fear is your friend

when I hear you say
That you made a mistake
so I can spit it back right in your face

fear has no reason
fear has no rhyme

P.O.F.
sad sorry motherfucker
prisoner of fear

fear has no reason
fear has no rhyme
Track Name: Mettle III
permanence is what you rely on
another social thing to depend on
words of change bring depression
fear of change halts progression
existence rages on, behind your eyes
numbers are false, you’ve got to realize

God is forever
-none of this is true-
We are forever
-none of this is true-
Our Spawn are forever
-none of this is true-
I am forever
Track Name: Atmosphere
but the hate lingers, smell it… breathe
grins are deception, don’t believe

behind glass eyes the chaos breeds,
the violent thoughts that chaos needs

Anti-peace.
while hard-seed sleeps
Anti-Brother, Sister, Father, and Mother weeps.

Know the name of those you hate.
Know the name of those you hate.

Realize (real-lies?) within where you exist…
Breathe, Breathe… Persist.

See what you’ve done?
What war have you won?

Total. Natural order. Chaos reigns.
No inhibition, indulge your pains…
Utopian sight by blind man’s eye.
The hard-seed cringes and hides from the sky.
Track Name: Down the Middle
Part 1
I want to take you out and shit down your throat.
I want to slap your face, then buy you a brand new coat.
Sometimes I love you and always need you near,
then I wanna beat you and watch you shake with fear.

I find it so hard to explain how I feel,
often it’s difficult to find what is false and what is real.
Sometimes I wanna kiss your full red lips,
then I’ll disembowel you from your head to your hips…
Sometimes a hug with someone to share…
no… fuck it. I really don’t care.
I love you and want to hold you forever…
FUCK YOU BITCH! I want to see you? Never!

Down the Middle, just how I feel.
Gun to my head, on my knees I kneel.
I find it so hard to explain how I feel…
Often it’s difficult to find what is false and what is real.

Part 2 (from Sanctimonious)
Hand over fist, falls myth over mind
Paper-thin thoughts that enslaved human-kind
Threats that God will send your soul right to hell
To burn eternally, it’s no life, live and tell.
A sin is not a sin if what’s believed is what’s real,
But you’re already damned, there can be no appeal.
Believe in what you must, to get your life by,
Believe in what you will, you’re still gonna die.
Burning light through the chameleon of eyes,
Truth changes interpretation of lies
All shrieking out to be saved from above,
While hating each other, it’s not about love… never more.
Remember witches burned and acquitted to die,
They didn’t know then, but now we know why.
Whatever is different we either worship or fear,
And what we shouldn’t have, that’s what we hold dear.
The problem isn’t in the essence of time,
It remains buried deep, in our own minds.
Worldly suicide, sanction of lives.
Only satisfied in a blanket of lies
Track Name: 99 Gallons of Blood
99 gallons of blood on the street
99 people you’ve ground into meat
Intoxicant… the greedy fuck couldn’t care
Escape the world… who? what? where?
Machines of steel devour the flesh…
Still, the sordid fuck is the bringer of death

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” plead, plead
Feel the shame: bleed, bleed

Thinned-out blood infests their veins
Eliminates “real”, receives only stains
Of sight, of sound, of blood, of screams
Nightmare maker, destroyer of dreams.
Track Name: Hiroshima, Topics which apply, and Reasons for Mid-Life Crisis
If you think, you scream
Pressure elating in the mind’s dream
Cliched pleasure in sane.
Not true, eyes strained,
Opaque pane
Digital Perfection, protection is dream
1.0.1.(one, zero, one); the perfect scream.
Screaming nothing; Hundred words or less
Obliterate something and sort through the mess
Write the wrong from the other side?
Unwritten opinion from those who’ve died.
Track Name: Acquiesce
submit my will to bacteria
seize my mind to criteria
game plan in order
soul in effect
surrendering life to defect

under war, inside my brain
submit to you, my soul's insane
under war, my life's decay
a moving train that has gone away

live in it
live in it
live in it
under will
live in it
live in it
take the drug
feel the pill

live in it
live in it
live in it
under will
live in it
live in it
take the drug
feel the pill

live it your way and life's in effect
but i live it my way and life's in reject
like salt on a slug, your life's in my heart
and i knew it'd dissolve right from the start
i saw it coming out, like a storm from the sea,
my life, my world, crumbling beneath me.
shoot up your sin inside of my veins,
this world too cruel i cant stand the pain.
flying in the sky, six feet in the dirt,
partake of your world and then feel the hurt.
mind-fuck the others and you think you can live
but only pain is what you give.
so live it your way and life's in effect,
but i live it my way and life's in reject,
so i shoot up your sin inside my veins,
this worlds too cruel and i cant stand the pain.

the succulent fruit of life
rotting from the core
slicing my soul with your knife
accepting my rape
like a whore

submit my will to bacteria
seize my mind to criteria
game plan in order
soul in effect
surrendering life to defect

under war, inside my brain
submit to you, my soul's insane
under war, my life's decay
a moving train that has gone away
Track Name: Failsafe
and now we have Christ
but we’ve had him before,
in every organized crime,
the fail-safe from lore.

and the good lord spoke…
but we’ve heard him before.
in every failed culture,
in every bloated whore.

un-thought motto,
in the land of the brave
non-thought past,
in the home of the free
still slave to a god of vengeance…
invading me.
Track Name: They're Exactly Alike
instrumental
Track Name: Distorted Thoughts, Distorted Visions
I hate…
the poison that you’ve placed in my heart.
I hate . . .
you, now that you’ve torn me apart.
I hate,
the love that I still have for you.
I hate,
the two-faced fuck that you’re giving yours to.
I hate.

I hate,
the black hole in place of my soul.
I hate . . .
myself, now the light in me is coal.

I hate the thought of convergence with another,
I hate the fact that I always will love her,
I hate the tears that flow from my eyes,
I hate the wretched excuses and lies,
I hate the pain . . . it’s all there is for me,
I hate the pain, I love it . . . and it loves me.

I Hate,
the poison that you’ve placed in my heart.
I Hate . . .
you, now that you’ve torn me apart . . .
I Hate.
Track Name: Eve of Separation
Wait . . . behold manipulate.
Behind every color there’s a hue of hate
Every black, every white, every yellow colored seed
Every type of shade of shit: Always driven by greed.
Every open mouth I see a sea of shit dropping out
Lead with a reason, then the reason keeps dropping out.
Replaced with green, all the money covers well
Your own cankerous stench, you never seem to smell.

Kill for the money, kill for the money…
Kill
Kill for the money, yes indeed, it’s fun time

Politically correct can strip my clothes and suck my dick
If I were a woman and not a man You’d strip my clothes and lick my clit
Profit at the expense of others and a stench you never smell
In the rancid crotch of lovers fucking seems to profit well
When the meat’s gone bad: get your money = gender = need
Equal Rights don’t mean shit when what they care about is greed.
I can preach that you’re worthless one hundred different ways
But read my green, it’s down: you’ll continue in your daze

Kill for the money, kill for the money…
Kill
Kill for the money, yes indeed, it’s fun time

Order of appearance does not dictate importance of being;
Fuck you: nigger
Fuck you: whitey
Fuck you: kike
Fuck you: woman
Fuck you: gook
Fuck you: faggot
Fuck you: slope
Fuck you: dyke
Fuck you: whop
Fuck you: man
Fuck you: nip
Fuck you :spic
Fuck you: -insert here-

We are now accepting applications… all races, genders, and sexes welcome
Track Name: Spores, Molds and Fungus
instrumental
Track Name: Mettle II
instrumental