Time for reward its been so hard just living here
Transcend the self remove the sight ending
The fear escape the fault widen the gap
Kill off the facts that are gonna hurt my mind
That are gonna stain my soul
Another worldly device
That may ruin me that are gonna
Ruin my goals that are gonna take its toll
Another worldly device
Another worldly release
Take back myself from this here self the
Ones that you do must hold some truth
To what you should I will perceive the will persists
I must omit what's gonna hurt my mind
What's gonna stain my soul
Another worldly device
That may ruin me not gonna block my goals
Not gonna take its toll
Another worldly device
Another worldly device more wrong advice another broken promise
Prong - Cleansing Album Lyrics
Prong - Cleansing Lyrics
Writer: PARSONS, VICTOR
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Whose Fist Is This Anyway
Playing on the hate team shut out cut out of the mainstream
If you like to play victim
And play the part so well that's how we'll treat
You if it suits you so well hey now its all turning
Watch your world burn hey now its
All burning watch your world turn if you never
Felt decent and you feel rather mean
Don't wear your hurt so pathetic let your mind set you free
Play for the hate team shut out cut
Out of the mainstream hey now its all burning watch your world
Turn hey now it's all turning watch your world burn
If you like to play victim
And play the part so well that's how we'll treat
You if it suits you so well hey now its all turning
Watch your world burn hey now its
All burning watch your world turn if you never
Felt decent and you feel rather mean
Don't wear your hurt so pathetic let your mind set you free
Play for the hate team shut out cut
Out of the mainstream hey now its all burning watch your world
Turn hey now it's all turning watch your world burn
Writer: PARSONS, VICTOR, Ted Parsons, Thomas Victor
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Snap Your Fingers Snap Your Neck
Nothing breeds more contempt
For this world than memories now formed
Every moment a new seed
Is grown to no reason the trouble unfolds
For the trials of today
I'm no jury really don't care how you feel
The pleasant notion of miraculous change
Drifts into multiple jeers
Jeers
Jeers
You want the good life
You break your back
You snap your fingers
You snap your neck
Seconds drip thru my hands
Washed of moments unborn
All the spaces between bleed
A tribute to a sacrament never exposed
A message to the forces
I've no pity don't know how thankful to feel
Expectations of my daily bread
Gives me the hunger to steal
For this world than memories now formed
Every moment a new seed
Is grown to no reason the trouble unfolds
For the trials of today
I'm no jury really don't care how you feel
The pleasant notion of miraculous change
Drifts into multiple jeers
Jeers
Jeers
You want the good life
You break your back
You snap your fingers
You snap your neck
Seconds drip thru my hands
Washed of moments unborn
All the spaces between bleed
A tribute to a sacrament never exposed
A message to the forces
I've no pity don't know how thankful to feel
Expectations of my daily bread
Gives me the hunger to steal
Writer: TED PARSONS, THOMAS VICTOR
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Cut-Rate
Go
You try to take all the challenge
Out of all of our lives
You make it all too predictable
With your white wash lives
See, you got to show me the torment
And all the despair
All those bloodless bullet holes
Are more than we can bear
Clean sweep, clean sweep
Clean sweep, clean sweep
With the plastic coverings
And the cut-rate display
No renewal of the pleasurable
With no image of decay
You go, you go for the stability
And what do you get
Some real vivid misfortune
A cause now an effect
Clean sweep, clean sweep
Clean sweep
You try to take all the challenge
Out of all of our lives
You make it all too predictable
With your white wash lives
See, you got to show me the torment
And all the despair
All those bloodless bullet holes
Are more than we can bear
Clean sweep, clean sweep
Clean sweep, clean sweep
Clean sweep
You try to take all the challenge
Out of all of our lives
You make it all too predictable
With your white wash lives
See, you got to show me the torment
And all the despair
All those bloodless bullet holes
Are more than we can bear
Clean sweep, clean sweep
Clean sweep, clean sweep
With the plastic coverings
And the cut-rate display
No renewal of the pleasurable
With no image of decay
You go, you go for the stability
And what do you get
Some real vivid misfortune
A cause now an effect
Clean sweep, clean sweep
Clean sweep
You try to take all the challenge
Out of all of our lives
You make it all too predictable
With your white wash lives
See, you got to show me the torment
And all the despair
All those bloodless bullet holes
Are more than we can bear
Clean sweep, clean sweep
Clean sweep, clean sweep
Clean sweep
Writer: PARSONS, RAVEN, VICTOR
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Broken Peace
Tell you something clearly
Tell you something real
But you tell me nothing
You never do nothing real
Your kind it keeps on cutting
Division you create now its all exploding soon
Nothing left to break no hope in complaining
All this lay in ruin its a time for mending
Gathering of the wounds
Tell you something real
But you tell me nothing
You never do nothing real
Your kind it keeps on cutting
Division you create now its all exploding soon
Nothing left to break no hope in complaining
All this lay in ruin its a time for mending
Gathering of the wounds
Writer: PARSONS, VICTOR
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
One Outnumbered
What a crying shame talk about pass the buck
No thought of a change go out
And get your gun thought we've had out fill of that
They've had enough all of those with good will let the rest
Run amok they won't come clean so
We're bound to lose don't even have
A clue no respect for you dignity
For whom one more outnumbered bleeding hearts
That humble to find some shelter from a bloody
Shower another cause to blame another soul to judge
No thought of a change go out
And get your gun thought we've had out fill of that
They've had enough all of those with good will let the rest
Run amok they won't come clean so
We're bound to lose don't even have
A clue no respect for you dignity
For whom one more outnumbered bleeding hearts
That humble to find some shelter from a bloody
Shower another cause to blame another soul to judge
Writer: PARSONS, VICTOR
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Out Of This Misery
i'll take no blame for some other's mistake
a fossil of the past continue underrate the ability to end a life
no stability in opinions not alike someone
should take me out of your misery
if i should take it any further,
i'll end it...you out of this misery.
you've got life,
blood on our hands,
this is no life.
i will not shame for a deed undone
i'm reaching for the stars
i spit at the sun.
i'll take the liberty
to get you off my back
i want your history taken off the map.
a fossil of the past continue underrate the ability to end a life
no stability in opinions not alike someone
should take me out of your misery
if i should take it any further,
i'll end it...you out of this misery.
you've got life,
blood on our hands,
this is no life.
i will not shame for a deed undone
i'm reaching for the stars
i spit at the sun.
i'll take the liberty
to get you off my back
i want your history taken off the map.
Writer: PARSONS, RAVEN, VICTOR
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
No Question
So thrilled we got you now you can't break the game so glad,
Accept the choice so glad you learned the ropes to try so far to go
The end you'll never know you have nothing
To follow the message a lost cause
And who cares about the lesson no question of the loss
Accept the choice so glad you learned the ropes to try so far to go
The end you'll never know you have nothing
To follow the message a lost cause
And who cares about the lesson no question of the loss
Writer: PARSONS, VICTOR
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Not Of This Earth
just sit down and talk to death
it's known to teach you time again a something
not of this earth that something not of this earth.
12 o'clock time for bed say no to waking up again
feeling not of this earth that's not of this
earth brings all comfort to no reason never
know where you go what if the intangible
that something to earth not of earth
that something all comfort no reason some reason
it's known to teach you time again a something
not of this earth that something not of this earth.
12 o'clock time for bed say no to waking up again
feeling not of this earth that's not of this
earth brings all comfort to no reason never
know where you go what if the intangible
that something to earth not of earth
that something all comfort no reason some reason
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Home Rule
more conquest more proud division
another rape for a strong man it scares you into submission
now's the time to face the home rule.
it's our find,
never give it back our kind
shut'em out shine a light bring'em out
take no flight never give in more conquest more
proud division another rape for a strong man it scares you
into submission now's the time to face the home rule all alone never give
in hold tight what you know birthright gift of pride look down upon your foe
another rape for a strong man it scares you into submission
now's the time to face the home rule.
it's our find,
never give it back our kind
shut'em out shine a light bring'em out
take no flight never give in more conquest more
proud division another rape for a strong man it scares you
into submission now's the time to face the home rule all alone never give
in hold tight what you know birthright gift of pride look down upon your foe
Writer: PARSONS, RAVEN, VICTOR
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
Sublime
I comprehend these laws with no particulars
The trappings of it all can never give in turn
A concept of counsel of the inner wealth
Perception of the dark all in you stealth
A sublime substance controlled abstinence sublime
Success unworldly happiness a pointed
Eloquence in its sublimity precision eminence of all solemnity
For the inner wealth perception of the dark all in your stealth a
Necessary call, a law a perspective change, a law
The trappings of it all can never give in turn
A concept of counsel of the inner wealth
Perception of the dark all in you stealth
A sublime substance controlled abstinence sublime
Success unworldly happiness a pointed
Eloquence in its sublimity precision eminence of all solemnity
For the inner wealth perception of the dark all in your stealth a
Necessary call, a law a perspective change, a law
Writer: PARSONS, VICTOR
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Test
Lights shine from the burning faces
I don't care if it blinds me shadows gesture me
for panic but there's never anywhere to flattered
from media sized rages never to miss the wicked ways
not so easy to get fooled by emergency broadcast rule it's a relapse!
a point of collapse!
god bless my soul it's up to you now crawl on all of us another message
attempt to scare us again
rejection of all what is said
I listen to only what's discordant like the sting of razor sharp glass
enjoy the scene of torches burning laugh at a poisoned gasp this is only a test
this is only a test this is only a test sit and watch windows
the plodding flames lick a dozen stars
discredit any hopeful discerning rejoice the thought of future scars
I don't care if it blinds me shadows gesture me
for panic but there's never anywhere to flattered
from media sized rages never to miss the wicked ways
not so easy to get fooled by emergency broadcast rule it's a relapse!
a point of collapse!
god bless my soul it's up to you now crawl on all of us another message
attempt to scare us again
rejection of all what is said
I listen to only what's discordant like the sting of razor sharp glass
enjoy the scene of torches burning laugh at a poisoned gasp this is only a test
this is only a test this is only a test sit and watch windows
the plodding flames lick a dozen stars
discredit any hopeful discerning rejoice the thought of future scars
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Cleansing is the fourth album by the American heavy metal band Prong, released on January 25, 1994, by Epic Records. It was produced by Terry Date, whereas Prong's previous two albums had been produced by Mark Dodson. The album features ex-Killing Joke members Paul Raven on bass guitar and John Bechdel on keyboards and programming. Featuring an industrial-influenced sound, the record received moderate commercial success.
The single "Snap Your Fingers, Snap Your Neck" received a commercial interest; its music video received heavy rotation on MTV and was featured on an episode of Beavis and Butt-Head. As a part of the album's promotion, the band toured with Sepultura and Pantera as an opener for their Chaos A.D. and Far Beyond Driven tours, respectively.
The record was reissued by SPV/Steamhammer in 2008.
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ProngThe single "Snap Your Fingers, Snap Your Neck" received a commercial interest; its music video received heavy rotation on MTV and was featured on an episode of Beavis and Butt-Head. As a part of the album's promotion, the band toured with Sepultura and Pantera as an opener for their Chaos A.D. and Far Beyond Driven tours, respectively.
The record was reissued by SPV/Steamhammer in 2008.
Genre(s): Groove metal, alternative metal, industrial metal
Producer(s): Terry Date, Prong
Length: 58:02
Released: January 25th, 1994
Year: 1994