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Silicon Valley Modern Suicide

by NVS

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1.
Say goodbye to yet another smile This living hell just doesn't seem worthwhile I wish that I could pretend I knew To feel the way that all the others seem to Carrying this tremendous burden of hate No one seems to sympathize or even relate As time ticks slowly within my head Pondering if I would be better off dead CHORUS: And nothing is ever gonna change my mind Damn wanting to annihilate human kind Feel something that's scratching from within Becoming, I bring to you the beast within I never thought that it could be so hard I slit my wrists with my student body card Intolerable, yes, or so some people would say But who are you to critique my actions, anyway? You talk like a person but your shit don't stink I don't need you telling me what and when to think If God pulled the trigger, would it be right As long as the deed was done out of sight? REPEAT CHORUS I feel like nothing, becoming something Something unlike human kind I feel so lonely, want you to hold me Hold me 'till the end of time REPEAT REPEAT CHORUS © 1999 Walter Campbell/NVS Music, all rights reserved.
2.
Don't you think you look so pretty in that dress? Your parent's pride and joy in your very Sunday best If they only knew my true intentions To live out my fondest divine interventions Don't you think I'd like a taste of your flesh? Did you say that you're afraid and you'd tell? And do you think I give a damn I've got no soul to sell "Correcteth, delighteth, chastiseth" Devour the children in siege and straightness Did you know I'm taking you straight to hell? CHORUS: I'm killing you with compassion A post-mortem satisfaction Atoned by self-mortification Prophetic extravagations Violating my urethra To increase this morbid paraphilia Old-fashioned religious zealots never seem to change Please forgive me, Mrs. Budd, for what I've done And please forgive me, Jeremiah, for what I have become If you only knew how sweet a flavor For every little boy and girl that I savor But if it's any consolation, little Gracey died a virgin REPEAT CHORUS Never seem to change, whoa-oh They never seem to change © 2003 Walter Campbell/NVS music, all rights reserved.
3.
Lament 03:51
My love for you is only matched by few And as I take you to heart, it tears me apart Your very taste another flavored grace My only peace of mind found in unwilling eyes As we lay uncomfortably numb within each other's arms Going to break you in half but I mean you no harm CHORUS: A method as kind as a bullet inside of a gun Reaching out with a godless decline Defaced and betrayed by the stereotype we portray Sensibility withers away My lament to you My lament to you The hate I feel is undoubtedly real And as I resist the urge, you binge and you purge A sense of freedom as one of us comes The greatest joys of sex are found in excess Disregarded, disillusioned, dormant to a grave Nothing is enough in spite of everything you gave REPEAT CHORUS Well, my wrists may be thick, it's true But they're thin enough to cut right through Permanently leave a mark upon your spotless record And at my requiem, would you please make sure That they don't try to censor my suicide letter A testament to the ones who helped me pull the trigger And the best I could do was the worst you could ever hope for I said the best I could do was the worst you could ever hope for I'm fucking cracking up I'm fucking cracking up I'm fucking cracking up, yeah © 2005 Walter Campbell/NVS Music, all rights reserved.
4.
Machine gun wielding martyrs and pseudo saviors bearing knives Vowing retribution with no intention to survive Carried through existence by such Samaritan desire Kamikaze missions that indecision will inspire PRE-CHORUS: My mind bends, flexing and perplexed Never knowing what they're capable of next My soul burns, wretched and inept Never knowing their causes to go effect CHORUS: Valued but declined Concluded yet undefined Flag of evolution made up of decagons and colored lines Soldiers of misfortune slaughter for their country's creed Casualties of war have no choice in what to believe Ultraviolence bleeding from the television screens While reporters do their best to capture images and screams REPEAT PRE-CHORUS CHORUS 2: Savored but underscored Forever yet nevermore An Armageddon consisting of the human race we're fighting for REPEAT CHORUSES 1 & 2 © 2004 Walter Campbell/NVS Music, all rights reserved.
5.
Every day I try and fail to understand What makes the mainstream such a favored demand For me, it's EQ versus IQ down at school What gives you the right to distinguish what's cool? Sometimes I think that I'm better off dead But I can't let the majority pollute my head I may not be the smartest man in the world But I can sense the shallowness of an American girl Stupid people with their stupid lives Their words like plastic, jagged knives A society conceived by television An equally functioning stigmatism I'm just not good enough to be part of this society I'm just not cool enough to be part of your reality I'm just not bad enough to be part of the notoriety I'm just not high enough to be recovering sobriety Why don't you turn me on like a seven-inch clit? With your rehabilitation pins and promises to quit I said, I've certainly had my fucking share Of this nation's facades and death row welfare I say, the preachers and all the prophets They're all trying hard to fucking stop it Something that we all cannot control So get off it, man, and trade your badge back for your soul So laugh up every laugh that's left Get your embarrassment off my chest Protect yourself while you still can For I no longer fear any man Disposable hatred found in vending machines Recyclable soap opera botany queens Turn off your headlights before you crash Prostitute yourself for another piece of ass Cum-sucking bigot, get off my back I don't need therapy, I just need to relax Coffee shop muzak plays within the walls Echoing the hatred and the pick-up calls Don't fuck with me, baby, 'cause I'll fuck right back I haven't gone crazy, I was born like that Short-haired, well-trimmed bitch in britches Your makeup covers your sub-rosa stitches You can try to run, but you won't get far I can see through your eyes and the way that you are I won't be a part of your manifestation My forecast is ill for the next generation Give me a reason to end this noise Well, I suppose boys will be girls and girls will be boys If you don't know the outcome of what's in store Ask before you arm yourselves: just who are you fighting for? © 1999 Walter Campbell/NVS Music, all rights reserved.
6.
Quiet Room 04:38
I've been placed inside your seclusion I've been locked into another delusion The walls, they close with every breath Oh, how I wish for a merciful death CHORUS: I reside inside an empty heaven A solitary state of fantasy Awake all day, twenty-four/seven And it's nothing short of insanity There's no way to make the chains release These tracks I follow never seem to cease I'm lost in a memory empty of thought So I figure I'll give this isolation a shot REPEAT CHORUS No, no, no, no… REPEAT CHORUS 2x No, no, no, no No, no, no, no-o-o-o Quiet room, silent doom, padded walls Your cries echoing the empty halls You cannot be saved, this is the end The voices you hear your only friends REPEAT © 1999 Walter Campbell/NVS Music, all rights reserved.
7.
Machine Omen 02:01
Trapped inside of a cage of wires Her circuits breaking all the time Running on Duracell until she gets tired And then she sees she is going blind Her mind a terrible thing to waste So intelligent that no man can comprehend her Just make sure you don't get a taste Or she'll frappe your mind inside a blender Electro-techno, I don't understand What makes you woman and what makes me man I feel like a lesbian ready to break You traded your organs for parts that are fake Man made machine and machine made man Who made who, it's hard to understand Technology will be the downfall of man Modernized coffins can be reused again Computerized society eats us alive Like a Silicon Valley modern suicide Virtual sex breeds a mechanical device Looks like a child but with a cheaper price Version No. 4 isn't efficient anymore Just bought it last week, but I gotta have more Breast-feeding bottles nourish what we procreate Let's revise our child before it's out-of-date Nao vem que nao tem, motherfucker! (In the words of Paul Cantor: “Forget about the government; television is already controlling our lives.”) © 1999 Walter Campbell/NVS Music, all rights reserved.
8.
Patent 05:29
I think I know, therefore I am Therefore I fail to understand A recreational demand I guess the joke's on me again Show me an empty table And an open mind To deconstruct this label Could I hope to find A thought I ever could consider mine? Everything I need to know I learn from drugs and television Retro-active, reasons passive, shelved and sold with such precision Creative juices squeezed, extracted Preservatives selected, crafted Pasteurized, sincerely packaged Consumer satisfaction granted My only purpose to inspire The mooks and midriffs, thieves and liars A preordained selfless desire A brand new feedback loop required Are we so fucking worthless Or under such a spell It takes a proof of purchase To define ourselves See and hear the laughing faces, cigarette smoke something sacred Drunken state of self-importance, automated in accordance Regurgitating their excesses Opinionated and regressive Patented and self-expressive The irony goes undetected So interested in what your insecurities crave In order to better ourselves A penny earned is from the dollar that keeps them enslaved Which they misuse to express themselves I do know I'm not the only one To share the wealth and to extort I do know I'm not the only one To sell myself so very short Are you ready to rock? Freak out like a Frank Zappa riff Pull out your crucifix Put it up against your lips And please make sure to tip Your waitress Give it two or three years Everything will be dated These sensational trends Will have quietly faded The paradigm's shifted The familiar formal Everything that was shocking Now seems mundane and normal There's a new brand of retro To be rediscovered While the old becomes vintage The young copy others When the damage is done I finally understand Incomprehensibly numb But I don't know what I am And that's what every generation has to say About the way we view ourselves The middle finger they continue to proudly display To the world and to themselves I do know I'm not the only one To share the wealth and to extort I do know I'm not the only one To sell myself so very short Batteries not included…peace of mind sold separately © 2004 Walter Campbell/NVS Music, all rights reserved.

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in 2005, NVS was:

(Tré) Tom Retter: guitar
River Black: guitar, bass*
Brian Oandasan; bass
Walter Campbell: vocals
Micah Turney: drums
Allen Schwartz: drums*
*tracks 3 & 8

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released November 3, 2005

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Started in 1999, NVS is a high-energy band from San Jose, CA blending various influences to create music and lyrics encouraging thought and feeling while embodying the best aspects of late '80s/early '90s alternative rock.

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