Happy Spring Solstice! . . .
And now, by special request: Sigmund Fried lyrics!
I'll be posting the complete lyrical content of Sigmund Fried's new album "Psychobabble".
Songs will appear in sequence. Here's the first of eleven.
1. Black Reign (Stratton)
Stepping out of line, singing out of time
Big Brother reading my mind
Tangled up in blue, I am aren't you
Wondering just what they'll do
Chem trails overhead, staying in bed
Maybe we're better off dead
Gut starts to churn, we'll never learn
Baby, we're just gonna burn
Black Reign on the rise
Black Reign in the skies
Sit and watch the tube, tell you what to do
Not knowing who's screwing who
Get what you need, just feed your greed
Living as if you were free
Kissing the child, and then he smiled
Evil distractions run wild
Babylon's own whore at nuclear war
No need to fake anymore.
Black Reign in his eyes
Black Reign in disguise
Misguided old fools, following the rules
Using you just like a tool
Playing both sides, the crimson tide
No reaching across the divide
Wave upon wave, falling like blades
Spiritual penny arcade
Damnation reigns, all that remains
Laughter that sounds so insane
Black Reign in the skies
Black Reign on the rise
Black Reign in the night
Black Reign
They're taking over, just hand it over
They're taking over, just hand it over