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Knowledgeable Ignorance

by Faceless Hulk

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Destroyed by your own sense of apathy My appetite is that of ten men Decaying in your own sense of self worth I spit upon those books and call it great work If you ask me noses don't belong in business What were they doing there anyway? Too busy breathing to smell the bread on which they are choking A sober pony pulls the wagon I keep falling off and I laugh to myself a little bit This band wagon is led by a dead horse and all of you are anxious for your chances to jump on This fervent gloryhole is my life If you ask me noses don't belong in business What were they doing there anyway? Too busy breathing to smell the bread on which they are choking I hope you choke Spread out now! Thoughts like a thistle I’m king of the castle Thoughts like a thistle I’m chewing on the gristle
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Brand new sneeze guards Get as sick as you want when you dine here Won’t you wash your hands? Come and join me? Would you fancy a glass of ipecac and vermouth? Sour stomachs make the best palette cleansers Sour stomach stew Fresh produce and puke shooters one ounce or one and one half Wretch and fuck! Wheel and —whoa! We’ll slug and slosh with chins dripping What can you do with stew in a shoe? I’d put on my boots and get laced I’ll light a candle placed atop a dilapidated mantle Fresh produce and puke shooters one ounce or one and one half Wretched fuck! Wheel and —whoa! We’ll slug and slosh with chins dripping What can you do when you wear no shoes? You put on some boots and get laced I’ll light a candle placed atop a dilapidated mantle Join me Eat me Be me With my hotdog and your buns we’ll consume each other’s by-products I’ve tasted your tears and sweat and they both could use a pinch of salt I have sampled your spit and it could use a touch of stock With my hotdog and your buns we’ll consume each other’s by-products I’ve tasted your tears and swallowed Now let the feast commence Passing out pamphlets promoting my passion we’ll hump thumper-style ‘til we’re both in traction If not I will hunt other rabbits that seek action Prey on them in a cartoon like fashion Farting is such sweet sorrow We’ll be parting ways tomorrow We’ll say grace with full mouths then regurgitate this bounty Buffets of insurmountable excess Be thankful for you don’t ingest
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Not a bad start when you consider what’s in the middle Reach an end by any means In the long run I come up short I understand it I accept it I rarely try to deflect it A clan’s destiny must remain clandestine Tainted wrists slit to respect the bloodline All I can know is that I know some things All this condensation condescends me Points of view collide on the regular Should beliefs be met they are deemed non sequitur Punctuation and capitol placements Structurally sound for a higher purpose If I were you I wouldn’t lose any sleep Add another pail of viscera to the heap Be surly with your funny bone It laughs at you when your not looking And you are never looking Shovel heads will meet soil We will all rejoice knowing that there is something beneath us all Anything that is above us can be buried I am at a loss with all that I have gained Standing at the sink I wash my thoughts away My sense of disgust has found new life Cacophonous caterwauls are like lullabies Spirituality only placates uncertainty Always in the wrong Sing the same old song If we’re going in circles how can you be standing on the corner?
4.
The absurdity always gets to me Transmit then compile It’s a running feed of constant jibber-bleat Transmit then compile The abyss unfolds with every buzz word Throw it in the used bin For the first time in my life I feel that I can last (Get out of my way) This is a must since the average are musty One can only dust so many shelves The masses tend to be more than dumb And that is why they go to them Hastily return to the rubble as it burns I’ll take two turns For the first time in my life I feel that I can last With the quickness...GO!!! Join me for one last dance at my grave so that I may get the picture Take me to my grave and bury me with a solid podium Keep on clicking and improv off the bigtop I’ll drink for Danny and tilt back the whole mug Show me a sober pony and I’ll show you a dead horse I try to snatch what’s mine With the quickness...GO!!!
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A long time coming I’ve covered faces with paper Strings of discord poured sloppily over 2+3 boards “Convictions cause convicts” It’s all bollocks and I don’t believe what I read Predictions of predicaments Conflicting Honey, would you please put down some newspaper? The manimals are coming to dine and it should prove to be a mess For the sake of Eris (four) What the fuck is God doing living in a dog? (fuck is god) Irritate, irrigate Thank you teacher Look at me not like me But no one is there Pentagod thank dog Go get your shots As above So below Hotdog No bun Thank you ma’am I’m retroactive Learning in tandem Perplexed as to why - Jump to juxtapose Stream of consciousness Damned by beavers But damn it I have the teeth - I’m the one that bleats I put I in print Do you believe that? I didn’t do it man - Five tons of flax! I’m retroactive Learning in tandem I stole the fish’s bike - My dog is a super star My dog is a super star Subjugate Bottled up jibber-bleat on and off On again Off of my knees On my feet Grunt and groan Grab me more Negative Stress Abhor Bite and bark Then abort Subjugate Eat it Swallow Conspiracy is the spice of life The more you eat the hungrier you get Subjugate Show your scars because I’ve got mine With rewired circuits I lurk between the lines Five points on my chest Know this right now I will never rest From scene to scene it’s all obscene Oh the things my third eye has seen Blinded by sweat (breath threats) An order of impulse and a side of caught wreck
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Dot Calm 04:25
These sideways eyes look forward to hindsight These cliches will be the death of me Sulking eyes will keep watchful So loose yet seeking solace in anxiety Dichotomies will fuel winds that will leave my mind blown Despite outed insight With much force I move forth Spoils aplenty Arbitrary Ensnared is one becomes aware of possibilities And as endless as they are There is only one tail and it will be bitten Speak not with dry tongue Instead fork it yourself Taint then repeat A pint of pig’s blood should surely get the needed venoms flowing I am the ruiner Revealed to you in my purest form My best friend is a rag that is dipped in chloroform Before the storm it is calm for all of you that hear a siren’s song when the sirens sound Accused Abused Displaced Disgrace Poignant Astute Holding Stand Fast Severance So loose Asinine
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Solid Fire 02:54
Burn Every movement is a testament to savage perfection And may it only be spoken of once our roots have grown deep Molten finger tips touch you in a manner most foul Our intent will be misconstrued through the ages But our purpose will never succumb to abandon Now take this here messiah They claimed that he walked on water May your village perish as your entire family burns The earth’s resin is our reward May unfathomable depths be met with the ritual of consumption These ways will passed on to undeserving blood Feeble human minds not capable of receiving the purest of transmissions Savage forethought Executed with precision Burn These ways will be passed on to undeserving blood 23466992115 Factions will quarrel amongst themselves
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Thread Bare 03:33
If you ask me and you shouldn’t anyway Any day it could fall to the way side God sized hate Let’s defenestrate the magistrate Magnetic rhetoric I’m ahead of hit A Steady hand Stand fast Always at the ready Threadbare because I’ve torn out all of my hair Plagued by a moment of clarity Nothing is dull When I die I’ll leave a nice skull Tighten the rope on another bitter misanthrope Nothing is dull When I die I’ll leave a nice skull Flashing a “V” with hidden two! three! five! Mine Woman and man A secret known to noone Believed in by all Always waiting Always ready Always fitting to be tied
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100 Lb Hand 04:39
Take of me these things I need them not I’ve stumbled on the path on which I should have walked Five flames will be snuffed as I suffocate A cycle that repeats itself oddly enough Take five deep breaths and them give them back The answers to questions that ought be asked The things I don’t need will be taking me A cycle that repeats itself oddly enough “What a guy” said the barfly “Fuck that punk” said the drunk “Forget that loser” said the boozer “Oh what a thinker” said th drinker I will not partake in snubful consumption My thoughts I will tear so that I can function Chunks fall to the side Ignored mostly Undermined over mouth Bang vomit into my veins for stability Wanting it Craving it Trying to saturate My blood has boiled and evaporated Some dust remains Trying to saturate I’m pretty sure that I once had some heroes But as of late they have all met their fate When you envelope Iron in velvet There had better be something worth holding on to Bang vomit into my veins for stability Take part in this blessed sacrilege The box contains a revoked privilege Reiterate just to repeat myself The serpent consumes its tail like clockwork Gone are the schemas of the dimly lit I now stand fast Proud and confident Before a salivating mass of bastards All-encompassing disgust I taste it tonight I long to be the man who’d shoot himself in the foot Simply to make a point and have it not be dull I am so far in the void that I am returning at all times One step behind finding nothing Nullified With a hundred pound hand I am swinging at the fence In a boundless yard in need of maintenance
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Good and bad are a strong arm or two Too bad the body has had it Only God will damn it when we really need the damage Degrees cause measurement and the pleasure went out the window One should rush into things as quickly as possible It saves on waiting for those really awkward pauses If the tables are round in shape Their occupants will still be squares May your most pristine ideals torrentially be washed away My mark has been made on nothing but unworthy brains and it’ killing me now Day to night and then —DAY! Sunspots are all I can feign My mark has been made on nothing but unworthy brains and it’s killing me now It is not too late But by the time you hear this It will be too late for you to turn your back on the path that you have followed to this point If I still have your attention Please notice the huge gap between mind and mouth Smoke is pouring out of my ears I’d rather it be in my lungs When I asked for a light This is not what I meant

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Produced by Faceless Hulk and Exit Music
Recorded, mixed and mastered at Exit Music Studios
Dec. '06 - Feb. '07

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released December 12, 2007

All music by Faceless Hulk
All lyrics @ artwork by Ted Lee
Layout by Steve Hoier (hoier.s@gmail.com)

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