Cult of Jester - Funkatron 01. Teenage Warhead Cut down by a crucible smile Pasty-faced grin and a bulletproof skin like the lesson you learn before the end "should've known better than to trust a friend" like smoke clouds in the crystal's eye block the soul from reaching the mind I never did see how you did it to me how you made me feel that I was free I am gone Teenage Warhead You and I are of the same drain-fame mirror, crystal shame to rivers run red with common blood don't try and tell me what's done is done star-crossed lovers don't usually sell their children on the nile even though it's just a phase it'll probably be a while 02. Retro O.G. White-bread baggy-pant superfly g-man kickin down the street like an overweight penguin ticka ticka time-bomb ready to explode in a psychedelic meat plan ocean man street scam comin up on him like a house of pain snake pound down in the hole in the ground and sky no matter why or what's his game I'll make him burn like a mother baby Can you see me slip the gloves on slowly ready to jump this punk at the grocery he ain't lookin in my direction tell me why should I worry about what he thinks like ray liotta on his postal worker i'll get a group of friends and come up and serve ya got get that bitch, drive to the prom just please oh please don't tell my mom 03. One More Time What's this I see before me insist on a chance to free my mind and heart and soul you stole with the lies you told beat me down I'm comin back for more maybe you hurt me but I ain't your whore there's more to me than what you want to see you'll never take my dreams you'll just have to kill me one more time 04. Funkatron Too scared to look at myself too scared to confront this hell my will is broken, my doubt inflamed my blood red lips have lost their stain I drank from the cup but the cup was dry threw up my hands and looked to the sky pray that this is just a dream pray that somehow I could be redeemed and everything goes I feel it console me you gotta ask yourself are you living in fantasy or living in reality you gotta make the choice between the living and the dead what would you do for life do to strive to make it right what do you see when you look within insight when all my hopes are overwhelmed and fears so deep I cannot tell despite them all I feel it near my strength and my protection open my eyes open my heart open my soul and I will know and strength of grace lets me create a leap of faith I'm free to make 08. Ripple n' Hookers My hands try to take hold my heart hangs heavy within my mind blacklist desist my eyes pulled down inside you know everything I need I want since I came into being you know how to break this hardened heart to live to truly make me free you want every little thing my friend you want every single tree to bend you want every eye to fall on you you want every one of your dreams to be true you want every little thing my friend you want every single tree to bend you want every eye to fall on you every way it always comes back to you black and white it hails the night in simple genuflection rites even if I know hate is death and death begins in spite nothing to feel but empty pain my options seem so few pride and purpose stripped away I turn myself to you 09. Master V3 Where am I now? spiraling down the crushing sound and feel of a world turned round by disease of the mind of the soul I cannot control it this time inside where am I now this time I will not bow inside make the fortress strong this time won't be for long 10. Gana Trip I'm tracing time no looking back see where I've fallen into disrepair spirit twisted the mind insistent experience is everything addictive sensation no need for creation within this world we've built for ourselves potential slipping balance is tipping our emperors dead and long forgotten the liars soul desires and feelings uncontained by social dislocation order of the rage Christ's sake a body shakes and tears itself in two black cover tears aside full circle am renewed my fingers grip metallic black tearing at the mudcacked walls my focus shifting acidic lifting lift my head and hear the call there's only one word that can save me now apathetic chains they pull me down one body one flesh one driving force gana is the one single source