WORDS

and

INTO THE SEA 

Well, the dice are loaded. And the game’s been rigged. 

You just kill your children when they grow too big. 

And it’s your thin dime. And your distant hope, 

And it’s your slack body creaking on the rope. 

 

Hey, off the cliff now, one by one. 

Oh, can’t you see what we’ve become? 

Follow me into the sea. 

 

Fall down on the double. Shoot straight into the air. 

You can’t win ‘em all, taps the skin on the snare. 

Well, it’s the same old trouble. It’s just a brand new day. 

We’re taking one last stab at the American way. 

 

Hey, off the cliff now, one by one. 

Oh, can’t you see what we’ve become? 

Follow me into the sea. 

 

Is it safe to come out? Are the graves packed tight? 

You’ve been feverishly working through the dead of 

night. 

But with a white straw hat, and a marching band. 

With a perfect smile, with an outstretched hand. 

With an “Onward ho!’, dripping cold red paint, 

you can fry in Hell with your terminal saints. 

 

Hey, off the cliff now, one by one. 

Oh, can’t you see what we’ve become? 

Follow me into the sea.

 

 

Terminal Saints:

JVA - Guitar, Keys, Vocals

Foust - Drums

Kent Besocke - Bass

 

Let’s Make A Problem:

Jim Walker - Bass, Guitars,  Kaossilator Pro, Keyboards, Percussion, Sequencing, Lead Vx, BG Vx