Ampalang

Don't rip on his fringe

It's his tradition.

Dyed with a tinge

Of perdition.

You have a beard

He has a fringe

You're walking hand in hand, yeah.

You have a shrink

He has ink
You like each other's bands, yeah.

Don't rip on his taste
It's indie.

We're pure and chaste

Barbie and Cindy.

You have a beard

He has a fringe

You're walking hand in hand, yeah.

You have a shrink

He has ink
You like each other's bands, yeah.

And you can tell the world to go hang

When they comment that you must be gay

You can both get amapalangs

And jingle like Santa's sleigh!

You have a beard

He has a fringe

You're walking hand in hand, yeah.

You have a shrink

He has ink
You like each other's bands, yeah

Wetware

I wrote this for a friend a long while ago!

[CHORUS:]
I'm gonna short circuit, my wires crossed,
I've been disconnected, my memories have been lost.
Don't wanna wait for Masamune's solid state shell.
Just pass me that fucking scalpel, I'll do it all by myself.

Society is a charade,
it's our parade of the laws we've made
and the souls we've saved.

I augment my cranium so I can feel.
I got neodymiums and modules of steel.
Though my flesh may be torn, or my senses depressed,
I'm implanted babylon!

[CHORUS]

My world became a maze of metal plates
and logic gates and opiates.

I insert an armature of silicon di,
so I can know my temperature when I'm high.
I despise the sanctified, faith and pride.
You're beings of meat, brains, bone and hide.

[CHORUS]