God in a Box (1999)

by THINGS OUTSIDE THE SKIN

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03:34
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
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04:33
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
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04:11
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
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04:21
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.
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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
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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.
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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.
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03:35
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
10.
03:44
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.
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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.
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00:04
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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
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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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