July Featured MySpace Song - Geoparasitism
Geoparasitism is prog metal with brain blistering time changes and loud experimental noise fests that release you from their grip only once you brain cells have been perfectly rearranged. This was the final song written for the album and one of the most difficult as it features several times changes (7/8, 6/8, 9/8, 10/8, 9/8, and even 4/4). Check it out all July at www.myspace.com/themadscientists
Geoparaitism is now available on itunes
Geoparasitism
Profit motive, power trips
humans in corruptions grip
Amputated defunct tribes
Misspent knoweldge, ecocide
Born within this culture's fickle heart
how can one exist and not take part?
Voice outnumbered , feel encumbered,
must not concede
Reaper grins, the vultures circle high
Time to shake our fists and raise a cry
Is it in vain? World gone insane.
How shall it end?
Liquidating Earth's assests
Spin the cylinder, place your bet
So now blithely live your dream
while the tempest gathers steam
Life will outlive man by far
but Earth will always bear our scar
Born within this culture's fickle heart
how can one exist and not take part?
Voice outnumbered , feel encumbered,
must not concede
Reaper grins, the vultures circle high
Time to shake our fists and raise a cry
Is it in vain? World gone insane.
How shall it end?
Geoparaitism is now available on itunes
Geoparasitism
Profit motive, power trips
humans in corruptions grip
Amputated defunct tribes
Misspent knoweldge, ecocide
Born within this culture's fickle heart
how can one exist and not take part?
Voice outnumbered , feel encumbered,
must not concede
Reaper grins, the vultures circle high
Time to shake our fists and raise a cry
Is it in vain? World gone insane.
How shall it end?
Liquidating Earth's assests
Spin the cylinder, place your bet
So now blithely live your dream
while the tempest gathers steam
Life will outlive man by far
but Earth will always bear our scar
Born within this culture's fickle heart
how can one exist and not take part?
Voice outnumbered , feel encumbered,
must not concede
Reaper grins, the vultures circle high
Time to shake our fists and raise a cry
Is it in vain? World gone insane.
How shall it end?

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