Uploaded April 2012 | Updated September 2026, 3 days ago

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The Sixth Track off of "Evilution"
Lyrics: Crime is the custom of a penal solution,
ordeal by fire, the nightly pollution,
delusions of fury and here's a conclusion:
A CHECK ON SUBVERSION, pry and revenge.

Time is a space that we scan for succession;
birth, copulation and death in procession,
heals all my wounds and orders repression
A CHECK ON SUBVERSION, fuelled by change.

Rhyme is a pretext for incoherent fiction,
the nature of love in pathetical diction.
Lack of experience powers conviction,
A CHECK ON SUBVERSION, but we're on the take.

Grime to the sweeper and cash for the banker,
crusing for burgers, no reason to thank her.
Cry out in pain like discharge from a tanker,
A CHECK ON SUBVERSION, and here comes a break.

The grosser the national product the better,
more common than sense, "to check" means to fetter.
Follow the unwritten laws to the letter,
A CHECK ON SUBVERSION, nothing repays.

Seeking the truth as if seeking indictment
just as the things that go bump in the night went
off to the court for the fun and excitement.
A CHECK ON SUBVERSION, a check on our grace.

Now we can offer a full comprehension,
a further reduction, a circular reason:
Pain only hurts when you give it attention
(sometimes it's hard not to).

The lotion, the potion, the centre of pleasure,
another seduction, stop it at nothing.
Isn't this freedom, or is it just leisure
knowing not what to do?