Tsunami Attack! *Music: Longoria/Rivas * Words: Thompson* Reporter: Hello & good day, I'm standing here off the Northeastern coast of Japan where scientists predict the monstrous Tsunami is set to attack. It appears the power of the almighty Earthquake was much more powerful then previously predicted. The aftershock was so powerful it awakened the sleeping monster Tsunami! The Government is now issuing a warning to its citizens & all foreign visitors advising them to seek higher ground and to evacuate the entire coastline in that region. The devastating Earthquake still very fresh in the minds of the locals, whose homes and lives were destroyed on this tragic day in history that of March 11th 2011. Once we thought that the nukes & the subsequent radioactive monsters that followed would be the end of the Land of the Rising Sun, but it was not. Now it looks as though this sudden Tsunami with the help of Earthquake will surely be the Sun Empire's end. But wait, what's this?!? I'm getting reports that... Is it? Could it be?!? YES! It seems Mothra has returned to Earth & just in time I might say!!! From the looks of things he is not very happy to see someone or should I say something else - destroying his favorite place on Earth to attack! Will Mothra save us!?! Can Mothra defeat the combined forces of Tsunami & Earthquake?!? Or will Mothra merely team up with the deadly foes, joining in on their terroristic rampage?!?!?! Unsealing humanities defeat? Only time will tell! Let's see how the battle enfolds!!! Mighty winds move giant waters The people stand screaming from their towers “Who can save us now?!?” The Mighty Moth bats its giant wings... …Eye lasers destroy man's things The water feel no slight of pain You can't fight the wind or rain Devastation rules the day While the tragic play of life goes on & on & on TV ratings continue to soar Exploiting the dying & the poor Mighty winds more giant waters The people stand screaming from their towers “Who can save us now?!?” The Mighty Moth bats its giant wings... Narrator: After a brief rampage following the realization that he was no match for the natural monsters Earthquake & Tsunami, Mothra once again takes to the distant skies & planets ravishing the universe looking for love... and Mothra love is no ordinary love, no at its heart it is love, but it is a very destructive one. ©2011 Mothracidal Tendencies. All rights reserved. Under strict copyright.

D.I.Y. Music: Longoria/Rivas * Words: Thompson The dawn of a new age is at hand. whether you're ready or not, listen up. do what you have to survive & thrive... Find your own signs! Open your eyes!! Carve your headstone!!! Now wait to die!!!! Seconds tick away Every day & every hour I'm not complaining Just simply stating That the clock is ticking down Time is slowly running out So straighten things out before your time is out There's always more to be done There's always more to be said It's all in your head It's all in your head Guess I'll drink on it Guess I'll sleep on it Guess I'll drink on it Guess I'll sleep on it... The Vertigo is setting in, I am just a man, Like Fall leaves in Winter Like Champagne in a cheap bar A penny lost in a wishing well... Find your own signs! Open your eyes!! Carve your headstone!!! Now wait to die!!!! Seconds tick away Every day & every hour I'm not complaining Just simply stating That the clock is ticking down Time is slowly running out So straighten things out before your time is out!!! There's always more to be done There's always more to be said It's all in your head It's all in your head Guess I'll drink on it Guess I'll sleep on it Guess I'll drink on it Guess I'll drink on it... The Vertigo is setting in, I am just a man, Like Fall leaves in Winter Like Champagne in a cheap bar A penny lost in a wishing well... Find your own signs! Open your eyes!! Carve your headstone!!! Now wait to die!!!! Seconds tick away Every day & every hour I'm not complaining Just simply stating That the clock is ticking down Time is always running out So straighten things out before your time is out There's always more to be done There's always more to be said It's all in my head It's all in your head Guess I'll drink on it Guess I'll sleep on it Guess I'll drink on it Guess I'll drink on it... The Vertigo is setting in, I am still just a man, Like Fall leaves in Winter Like Champagne in a cheap bar Like a penny lost in a wishing hell... Find your own signs! Open your eyes!! Carve your headstone!!! Now wait to die!!!! Seconds tick away Every day & every hour I'm not complaining Just simply stating That the clock is ticking down Time is slowly running out So straighten things out before your time is out! There's always more to be done... There's always more to be done... There's always more to be done... There's always more to be done... Die In Yourself D.I.Y. ©2006 Mothracidal Tendencies. All rights Reserved. Under strict copyright.

CALLOW Music: Longoria/Rivas* Words: Thompson Step into the office pavement Slaven eyes dwell in captivity We sell ourselves to the highest bidders They call us the life quitters We are bored inside & out We live life shrouded in doubt There's no which way to go but up But I'm falling so far down WE CRUCIFY OURSELVES FOR OUR GREED WE KILL OURSELVES FOR OUR PETY NEEDS And the lights go out Leaving us trapped with our insecurities My hands shaking – I grab onto my knees God help me, some one save me please... This guilt leaves me feeling so cold & alone The emptiness of this home The callowness of this man I'm sinking in quicksand It's now out of my hands I know for certain this man is damned... It's out of...It's out...It's out of my hands It's out of...It's out...It's out of my hands It's out of...It's out...It's out of my hands It's out of...It's out...It's out of my hands Break neck speed - into eternity Take more then you need Give into the greed Consume to see We are what we don't need Thought projections of everything That's wrong with this world... WE CRUCIFY OURSELVES FOR OUR GREED WE KILL OURSELVES FOR OUR PETY NEEDS ©2008 Mothracidal Tendencies. All rights reserved. Under strict copyright.

SESOS Music: Rivas *Words: Thompson Arise Zombie army. the day of reckoning has come.. It's time to unleash the hounds of hell... And engulf all life with a blanket of death... For it is written in stone... Bodies scattered across the streets, A show of pure carnage... The undead create more undead, by simply killing the living... A shot to the head won't stop them now, for there are just too many. (solo) [breakdown] We live on in death, We live on in death, We live on in death, As the undead... ….ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh brains... ©2006 Mothracidal Tendencies. All Rights Reserved. Under strict copyright.

NEWest CLICHE Music: Longoria * Words: Thompson Force the memories behind caged doors Link together a chain-link smile Brick by brick – forced to forget The paint is thick just as the lies Propaganda to battle propaganda... Tombstones to hide more tombstones Thumbed noses with a wink A fink in mink - is somehow employee of the week No one stops to think Trickle down lies like your theories Star in a scripted reality series Show the people just what is real The critic needs to be judged Just as fat kids love their fudge THIS IS THE NEW CLICHE! Force the memories behind caged doors Link together a chain-link smile Brick by brick – forced to forget The paint is thick just as the lies Propaganda to battle propaganda... [breakdown/samples] Force the memories behind caged doors Link together a chain-link smile Brick by brick – forced to forget The paint is thick just as the lies Propaganda to battle propaganda... THIS IS THE NEW CLICHE! THIS IS THE NEW CLICHE!!! ©2009 Mothracidal Tendencies. All rights reserved. Under strict copyright.

Sandbox Games Music: Longoria * Words: Thompson [SAMPLES] Voices blend to an unrecognizable murmur... It's equal in value to that of silence... A tree branch breaks as the child climbs higher to be one with the wind... Our treaded paths have been paved with copper The cataracts in our lives make things seem hazy The tree branch breaks as the child climbs higher to be one with the wind... Be amazed it's all the same To the person with no taste Casting shadows of our youth On all our broken toys... Far away from our TV screens Far away from our morbid dreams Far away from our TV screens Far away... BUILD A FORT TO HIDE INSIDE AND WAGE THOSE PETTY WARS SOMETHING SOMEONE ELSE ONCE SAID MEANS NOTHING TO YOU! SWIVEL HEADED BARBIE DOLL WHAT HAPPENED TO YOUR KEN? DID YOU LOSE YOUR PARKING SPOT? THE WAY YOU LOST YOUR HEART?!? Did you lose him the way you lost your part? Be amazed it's all the same To the person with no taste Casting shadows of our youth Upon all our broken toys. Pouring down our hearts desire The chaos in-between our sheets Like crumpled pieces of paper Blown around in the wind So caught up in our sin And these petty sandbox games... [SAMPLES] ©2007 Mothracidal Tendencies. All rights reserved. Under strict copyright.