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BOYSETSFIRE
Tomorrow Come Today
Eviction Article
Now you've thrown your past agreements into the fire
And your government's become a whore
For outside interests that now enslave the poor
Their suffering now stands ignored, pushed out - spat on
Turn jobs into weapons to make a profit out of blood, sweat and lies
Free trade sounds easy and so damned harmless
Until they're exploited by blind eyes, chewed through - spat out
The evil that you feed improves economy for the rich that run your campaign
Increase the bottom line, your role again defined, out with the old and in with the same
Time to unmask the devil
Divide and conquer, kill off and prosper, recite the game that you've been sold
Manifest destiny, your life atrocities, responsibility annulled, pushed out - enslaved
When will their wants meet our needs, when will their words match their deeds
When will the time come to stand and take it back from their hands
The blood is on your hands, life stealing motherxxxxers
The constitution burns to ash in front of you, the people know what you are up to
Your sins will come back on you
Last Year's Nest
Discontent in this life as is, our mechanisms deviate
Rust debrided inspires change, and leaves behind exhausted dreams -ignition engaged-
So save your wishes for the sky, diluted and disguised, as a perfect fuel that wonüt ignite
But hope will heal us all
Set to action our forward thought
To allocate and stabilize
The truth for so long can only hide
In shadows of our own design - amend and revise -
A wish will leave you empty handed (hope will provide)
Shun your responsibilities (and lead an empty life)
A dream alone will bear no seed (hope is alive)
And wishes will leave you dead and buried
Lost and forgotten
With your lives
Full Color Guilt
Ideals of beauty set to color in savvy death camp chic
The runways turn to gauntlets of disgrace and sickness
For your spectacle your piece
Freeze - her hollow eyes now give you anything
Dead - she never saw it coming anyway
Acceptance is the starving girl that you created bleeding your disease
For images of tragedy that you take pride in
To make her feel ashamed
Articles will not redeem
The dead now lying at your feet
You know she doesn't matter so don't act so coy
She's starving for you did you even notice what you took
Bathory's Sainthood
Do you feel alive now that you own the dead
Praying on their corpses, their hearts no longer feel
Your sainthood is obvious on every starving face
Your deception's given us a way to separate
The poor from their hate, the rich from the stone
Genuflect away the sins that we've known
Sure one percent rules, but heaven's made of gold
So chalk it up to folly and consequence alone
Do we really want what we really need a bastard messiah
Wrapped up in the dream of patriotic clean white washed desire
And every time the real war's defined, the trenches are filled to hide battle lines
Torches to bridges and bridges to torture
Headlines distort what we see as our borders
And what gives us the right to feed with remorse for a god they created
A god for the poor, for bathory we're bleeding out the devil hicks in angelic shrouds
Blasphemy as speaking out we've asked for it for more of the same
Sad scheme of ghettos created by the power elite, for our minds and souls burning
No longer for freedom invoked just more of the same.
Dying On Principle
Legislate forget the facts of your drug war casualty
So many dead but you wear your morals on your sleeve for all to see
And the billboards lie - denial thrives -
Which is the crime and which is the lie
And who defines it
Policing the oppressed
While the real pushers run frantic with their poisons
Corporate sponsors will see to it that the right product kills us off
Infection will thrive
Despite poor intentions
Supplying the lesser class with their own crucifixion
Martyrs for your statistics
And every death is on your hands
Designed to stain diseased and bled
Handful of Redemption
The sick and tired refrain of everyday is branding itself into you
Discouragement defined by all the times when everything just falls apart
And your skeletons have broken down the door and left you there for dead
How do we find a little piece of heaven
In our time before we find acceptance
When no one understands at this point
That a handful of redemption's all we need
From remorse to rebirth finding it hard to think that this is really true
Ask how long should we wait before we take instead of waiting to be free
And all, all the fear all the anger falls away
All the days that were wasted cut and pasted fall away
Never walked so tall until that moment when fate and circumstance collide
When all it takes is a step that you never saw and burdens fall away
Release The Dogs
In a moment of weakness they've gone for the throat
Prayers answered for the ruling classes, and we swallowed them whole
Heads down and hands up our need for safety has been hijacked again
They've got their fingers on the pulse of our mourning with knives poised
Decide- right now -which side you're on, invest our freedom in failure by design
Hands tied with pleasure now we're choking on their cum
Guided deception allegiance to a goal
That never mattered until they told us so
Blowback has blown back into our face and ignited a war
On home turf between control and our free will lines are drawn
Release the dogs, they've picked up the scent, moving in for the kill
Unchained and hungry teeth ready to feast
Release the dogs
Foundations To Burn
Justify, as if it were our right to say
Now decide, which liar you trust and which one chose our fate
Fed in time as a choice we think we're making
It's the guns that we know vs. the guns we never will
When illusions burn where will we be left standing
Still with the guns that we know vs. the guns we never will
Pacify, with false hope of safety within
Never mind that they were never there where could we begin
We call upon god for which killing's permitted,
and then brag out loud that our side made the grade
We better pray, with this as our position
Our wrongs don't come back and burn us down to the ground
And what gives us the right to judge without reprisal
To strike retaliation and wash our hands of blood
And who gave us the crown to claim that we're divine
Without needing repentance and drive them into hell
Management VS. Labor
Sacrifice, did it really mean that much to them
As it was killing you
They've locked you out after all that you have done for them
You toil yet they profit more
Save yourself today in tearing down the design that they built with our hands
Struggle by to feed your kids while theirs grow fat, privileged and disdained
They've bled you dry
Until all that's left of you is sold to build their paradise
What have we worked for we've been scraping by for all our lives
Only to find that we're left behind
We'll own our own time and give you nothing in return
Our next meal will come from your table
So our lives can become something more
Than what you buy and sell
America will be reborn
High Wire Escape Artist
Bleed out all empathy this vessel has no spirit left to hold on to lies I've lived in full
How long can I hold tight with every movement
Tension binds and denies my true nature
The Balance has shifted warped sick and twisted
Grabbing at angels when I fall
Because I am more than this idol endless recital
For all my demons to applaud
I am free
Hide myself from it all while every fear is
Screaming night into dawn until I find
I have to believe them (lies)
In order to attain fulfillment
I have to succumb to (lies)
All my inner fears that tear at me
I will never believe them (lies)
I'm sick of the weakness that controls me - Now that Iüve fallen - I will not repent
White Wedding Dress
Every day she fears her life will end
Every time the call rings they are late
They never come quite in time to see his fist
Leave its mark on the side of her disgrace
They'll never charge him anyway and you know it
Say we can't get involved today
So where's the choice and who protects her now
Bruised and battered the blood has stained her gown
Useless screams for help can't save her now
Choices rendered the house is burning down
No one will ever understand cause they don't have to feel his crushing hands
And the ears that ignored her screams before are now wondering what she did it for
But with a bottle of kerosene she found her freedom
And then burned the bastard to the ground and ran
The fire will now wash away the blood on her white wedding dress
On In Five
Force-fed on a hunger strike, tag them dead before you focus in,
spoon feed the impact that you leave us with
Bring denial with a worldwide expansion team brand so deep into our minds
That it soon becomes our history and image that's been marketed well
On the assembly line of our lives, shut it down before it ever starts
Turn on to the weakness we've been raised upon (we'll turn you off again)
You've written up all the answers we've followed them word for word
Disguised as our own subconscious defining our wrongs and rights
No more working on the strings you've made us
Drive the stake into your hardened hearts we're done begging for the scrapes
You throw us we'll take the truth and our lives
Investigate and drain us we've found you out regaining
All the knowledge that you hid, you are no longer needed we'll keep our own hearts beating
Against the pulse that you denied
Demand it back our lives our minds you stole them,
nothing else will quench the hunger that will turn you off
And certify that we are free to find our own truth without you
This is not a test. This is not a test. Yes it has come to this. This is not a test
With Every Intention
Not in the running
But this rain is nothing new to me anyway
I see my reflection
No where near who I should be
The spirit is willing
but the anchors of my flesh still hold me down
With every distraction
I lose more of who I should be
[Chorus:]
Had many time to try
Before I realized
The flaws in my design
May have led me to ask why
Why'd you make it so easy
I tried but I’m incomplete
Is this all there is?
All there is to me?
How many chances
At redemption do I think I’ll ever get
Keep changing my rhythms for a shot at something more
Miracles happen
So why do I feel like I'm being left behind
It's still in my nature
To look for what I can't find
[x2]
Is this all there is?
Is this all there is to me
I should be all better now
This is all there is to me
I can pick myself up again
Is this all there is?
I hope that one day I will make a stand
But right now
This is all there is to me
No matter how I dream
I will never be good and pray
Cuz right now this is all there is to me
Yea right now this is all there is to me
After The Eulogy
rise
written signed off in the obituary what happened to us
where's your anger where's your fucking rage
watered down senses lost lazy privileged denial and self gratified a tradition passed down to
our blood stained hands give in give up
contented to strive for new worthless slogans
we miss our potential for action and substance
contended to lie in our boring vomit
suggesting arrangements while others are dying stand up fight back
how many starving millions have to die on our front doorsteps
how many dying millions have to crawl to our front doorsteps
where's your anger where's your fucking rage
watered down senses lost
where's your anger
where's your fucking rage
content and corrupted contrive and disgusting
dig a whole it's all over forget the words and good intentions
unless we rise tear it down
rise
rookie
i never thought this could be me
i guess you never do until it's happening to you
like all the fun turns into shame
and all the "could have beens" rearrange
so little time so many crimes guilt like a chain chokes my will away
redemption never seemed so cruel
and all my gods never seemed so weak
wake up engage now derailed and enraged it used to be so easy
get up i'm game now sick and i'm tame counting cost with lost
where is the hope they gave
don't think that i can't hear you laugh
i used to be a lot like you but now i'm only me
drink to pills to shots turns into shock
a habit and a pawn
for every hand goes round the pain gets so damned loud
the hammer hits and i'm down
trust no one
hey why should i they gave
me the poison dressed like life
cheated smacked up and diseased cry to sleep and fight to eat
used to be a pro at this
now I've broken my own wrist
rotten teeth and life unsung you'll forget me when I'm gone
Pariah Under Glass
symbolized patronized and then tossed out dry revolution or humiliation
promise the bread the wine a life that shines
pick them up from the floor to get knocked down again
when you're bored with your mission and a new one begins
ride - your new thrill ride
smug - it suits you well
god - in your new science lab
master - of your new promised land
echo care and fake some tears to show your opponent
throwing bones with bread and circus to disguise the proof
you only empower yourself when those in need become your new
test subjects in your smear campaign 101
recycle control from their hands to your own every word is
dropping empty promise again focus away from day to day for your own ends
their means are dying
shame - the act is old
count - your saintly sermon cells
angel - for your own rewards
bring - the mercy merchants down
When Rhetoric Dies
we raise the flags and statues to our mission we've spoken out
in slogans and in campaigns talked and talked on almost every issue
where oppression of the masses is the constant theme but what does this mean to a little town in iowa where the jobs have gone downstream down south and out
where their fingers used to work to the bone all day
profits rise and fall and starvation is a game
where is the food that used to cover their table
where is the sense of pride at the end of the day
to the face of a thriving corporation what could a dying family
possibly say
on the face of every american worker
is the constant fear that their job won't remain
as the c.e.o is planning his vacation to kill or be killed is the nature of the beast
stand in line take a number you sell your soul then watch it crumble
into a pile of rubble that used to be
your job
your life
your family's daily bread dry and stale malnourished kids
the house is sold for a degrading bid
do we continue to talk or do we take a hammer to their chains
Still Waiting For The Punchline
i want to find the water
that will wash this whole damned slate clean
break down
break up
we sleep in what we create
right now i'm living so much hate
right here my sin's have all been paid to you your friends
and for your sake
i feel dirty and so depraved
my knees have bled to hold you here but now i've lost the taste
for lies force fed as time well spent
and if another angel says just grin and bear it
i might be forced to smash his head against the wall and never sin again against myself or trust in anyone
write me off for suffering it's a joke
i give up
The Abominations Of Those Virtuous
we rely on subtle points and stabs at biting humor to reveal our tired roles of slave and domination who did you enlighten today humiliate to sell your point of view
create and image for mass
consumption insecurities as intellect
see your soul in your eyes hope your trophies will not mind
i'm sick of this grain of salt that i must take you with i wanna lash out but i bite my lip
the talk gets older and the lines get stale
your chance at
godliness has already failed
you can't deny your thirst and drive for your time in the spotlight
why are you so damned sure that you shut your friends out
i have learned to shut out every hateful word you'll never see the friends you've lost
from behind your transparent mask
i haven't grown to hate you i've just grown to forget you
you label me class rank and station your intellectual masturbation you're absolutely intoxicated with your own mouth running in circles
your tounge always tends to lose it
every chance you get you abuse it
you have now spent a lifetime killing time
thorw your intelect, like a brick to make others feel so small. the more that you complain, and the louder that you scream. the more that you are killing time.
i'm sick and tired of your reaction
why don't you shut the fuck up and when you discover just how easy it is to impress without demanding attention for no reason maybe you'll believe me
your own will to power has come back to haunt you
Our Time Honored Tradition Of Cannabalism
from black panthers and the c.i.a.
into a sharp wit with a stupid slag
we've gone and dug our own hole cause everybody knows
we eat our own so busy fighting each other while the real bastards fun for cover
we shoot our own leaders down before those in power get the chance
so they sit back and laugh while we destroy ourselves
wakeup and shut up we've become our worst enemy
turning inward to our own detriment
forgetting the message we were to end
we've lost count up victims roll call
they're all our own look back at what we've done
drove out the wrong side kicked sand in our own eyes
with every heroes welcome is another group on the side
ready to fire if they step out of line
just one mistake
and jealous hands claw away hope for a better way you bought it forget it goodbye
so saints be on your does and heroes be not proud
because as soon as the people rise someone will tear you down wake up and shut up we've become our worst enemy
(Compasion) As Skull Fragments On The Wall
front and center...
ten percent pulled apart vilified tolerate but only to patronize
hang a noose like a crucifix dangles high
leg breaking for your sheep becomes suicide
sticking to your guns provokes an ugly picture
of a child gagging on those same guns transforming more self loathing youth
from queers to corpses in two seconds flat
you've got correction tape for every transgress
immediate approval for distress
call out your icon from its whites washed tomb
your perversion your blame your truth trigger finger prints in a pool of blood
pray for us that our sins will come undone
now that you've decided in all of your tirade
that we are not worthy to live
you will burn in hell for everyone you've killed
for every drop of blood that you have ever spilled
diseased and deranged
became a draining mass of death at your request
in your prayers in your speeches you claim our death
My Life In The Knife Trade
how many times have you noticed that our eyes never meet
from your judgment seat i can feel the anger for my very being
fill me in on when you became such a big part of my life
that i should bother with all your lies designed to bring me down wrong again don't depend on any reaction again and remember the icy walls that shot up from nowheres i can see every lie that you ever told yourself you bleed me dry and i don't ask why but i'm left with the dust
judas kiss i dismiss thank you all for this i am untouched
wait again i'm not through with the screaming
i contend that you've got nothing better to do
trade my life for a barrel of gold find someone else before i get too old
if i live my life for aesthetic gain will you repay me with all your shame
i can see every light inside your brain go on every time i walk by for noise and whispers
your comfort in my suffering is no longer disturbing i'm lost beyond your petty stopwatch in life's real time
don't get up i was leaving the room and when the door of your judgment swings back around again maybe i'll stop to watch and i'll go on my way i've seen quite enough of too many childish games i'm ashamed of every moment that i ever gave them the time of day
all the worst of enemies are somehow always friends that used to be
Across Five Years
i said i'm crazy one more time
picked up the phone and wondered why
so many years of hidden
dreams pushed down too far to ever win
locked doors
and hidden ghosts denied by myself with every joke
this was not
this could never be me remembering so many times so many lies
so many lies
ran so fast the years passed blind
so much
time lost killing five
whatever poision you may
drink another list of "no's" persist
antique and out of reach
i lost my life and take it back
crashed this side of happiness
hit the floor or hit and miss without the strength to follow through
walked right past this life in you
just one more kiss just one more chance
one more life or circumstance one more call taking a chance on circumstance
Twelve Step Hammer Program
bring it on
i've got your life when I've got your fear i'll give you all what you want to hear
you've got me figured out so perfect
i'm on the couch lying to your face
just to see
what you can cut and paste of my life on your next banner
wait I'm not finished with you yet
race run frantic eating from my hand come on
scrape your knees to the finish line the weak get pulled and you're left behind
you think you know me feel the comfort
the rug gets swiped and you've fallen down
so many times that you have kissed the ground
just for a piece of fact or fiction
consider yourself the punchline in my new gag thank you very much you've given us all a fantastic laugh
bring it on
nose to nose and toe to toe tell me everything you know
or is everything for show tabloid garbage in your fangs
suck you'll be duped again i get the last laugh in the end
Unspoken Request
failed coercion leads to intrusion and the blood forever runs
in her head into her hands between her legs where his mind lies
power drives him into murder innocence
on the rack of his devices vices and designs
she will never scrub the stains from her arms from her neck
from her legs the dirt will remain as a reminder of his hateful face
reach in rip apart the inner fibers of her soul
boy you'll never know how it feels to fear the shame
feel free to walk down any dark street without fear
without shame no one is gonna touch you and you don't need protection she shouldn't need protection!
and you can sit there with that stupid smile on your face and try to convince me that you care defined by your power
defined by her body the innocence she feels everybody else contains it's lost it's gone but i guess it doesn't matter anyway
reach in rip apart the inner fibers of her soul
and you can sit there with that stupid smile on your face and try to convince me that you care defined by your power defined by her body defined redefined fucked tortured and discarded and if he ever cares maybe he will feel ashamed for everything he's stolen for all the trust she gave possessed and broken she cries but it's not our problem
pull down your goddamn blinds he will never think he's wrong she will think you're wrong she will never feel quite right
The Force Majeure
on shift from 9 to 5 then from 6 to 3 steals the soul machine forever tuning
class rebellion under noses the boss is feeding on the living corpses
their broken backs call for us to rise
but for now we'll all just smile and sympathize
denied movement now lost replaced by fear
we ask nothing less then settle for nothing more
behold the capitalists bathing in the blood of the working class
martyrs bleed until spoken to
vultures get fat from the harness coup
revolution another empty promise of the leftist elite
frustration another soul is crushed under the rulers feet
and as the boot is forced into their teeth
our safety is their defeat
your station has been assigned your rebellion will be confined tired doctrines killing just as many as he leaders they decry
their backs all well patted
for a job well done without the shackles
callused hands and drying hearts rise up and destroy the disease that stole your soul
Timothy
Ends and means redemption
Of your past are painful reminders
Take these wings
And make good on all the promises un-kept in this life
The judgments weighed against you
Fell away to embrace your memory again
Take these wings And make good on all the things that were controlling you
And then destroyed you and your short breath of life
Fulfill all of the unsaid promises you made
To family and friends
Through blessings and understandings
And I can't seem to understand why
The end of your pain meant the end of a rope
But I guess it's the only freedom that you've ever known
The price you've paid is dying alone
Please bless this child
All that he's dreamed
All that he worked for
Every dream
Make his love, his compassion
Inspiration to us all
This Crying, This Screaming, My Voice Is Being Born
Prologue
A Citizen's Duty:
The story of America is a story best seen through the eyes of its people. It is a story built on the idea of freedom, through the common efforts of a nation united. America, now over 200 years old, is a country that is different from all others, in that it offers equal opportunity to anyone, regardless of gender, sexuality or race. It is on this creed that the story of America was founded.
Unfortunately, that is all it is. A story.
Lies built on deceptions. A nation's history cloaked in murder. The idea of a ruling class is still very much with us. Ninety percent of all wealth is inherited wealth. We may have lost the titles, but an aristocracy still flourishes.
Resist:
It is a citizen's duty to resist the system that pits us against one another.
Refuse:
It is a citizen's duty to refuse to believe the fears their media has implanted in us through sensationalized and biased coverage.
Renounce:
It is a citizen's duty to renounce the idea of borders and boundaries, as they strengthen their hold on us by serving the dual purpose of separating us and therefore dividing our strength. Burn their symbols. And as they burn physically, let them burn internally, a charred reminder of a nation that could have been.
Burn.
Chapter 1: Vehicle
[The average American citizen is taught to be passive. He learns at an early age that obedience and submission will lead to a reward, often unattainable and almost always at his own detriment. Marx discussed this idea in Das Kapital when he refers to religion as being the opiate of the people. It is painfully obvious that this allusion to religion can be applied to anything that citizens follow blindly, whether it be radical ideology because of its inherent shock value, patriotism, television idols, or media instilled demagogues. The citizen must learn that the truth will not be spoon-fed to them. The citizen must learn the beauty of doubt, for all they have to lose is their chains.]
"wheels turn crush me I am the machine heaven helps those who forget to dream I see a spark great is what we are eyes towards my reward compensated for I am no-one I am nothing mold me make me into something you find worth in deem special I am no-one I am nothing and I'm sure i'll remember the love this brings me the love this brings me by the glass cuts on my feet fate damns/guides me into life's fear and shame bully me into submission it's the only thing that keeps me sane I will never break free I don't want to break free comfort in my torture there must be reward I sold myself out to you you told me that you were truth use me as your new disease I just need to please I live die kill just for you my self esteem I remove cut me and bleed me dry I can serve just let me try mold me into what you want me to be I can't stand this I feel removed I feel remorse for my understanding take me change me into something."
Chapter 2: In the wilderness....no one can hear yo
[Often in the process of electing political officials, the voices and ideas of candidates other than those offered by the two major political parties, fall upon deaf ears. This creates a streamlining of the views held by political hopefuls, forcing them to conform to the standard beliefs and ethical systems that are already in practice. Unfortunately, this also brings into being a situation that leaves the average American citizen with a fortuitously basic choice, conservative or liberal (example a:1). Notable critics of this process include Tocqueville, who stated that "democracy breeds mediocrity". This is not to say that democracy itself is undesirable, it does however point to the possibility that democracy coupled with capitalism authors an environment that is antithetical to itself. It takes government from the hands of the people, and delivers it into the hands of those whose sole interest is the profit of themselves and of those they are most closely affiliated with (i.e. the American Medical Association fighting legislation that would provide universal healthcare; big oil companies, lumber companies, chemical / pharmaceutical companies, and commercial restaurant chains fighting environs-mental legislation that would impose on the profitability of their business interests; the American Lawyers Association lobbying against tort reform, which would make the laws understandable to the average American, and lawsuit reduction acts.) These forces in mind, the American public is pitted against its national enemies, its political defectors, the media, big business, the Federal government, and itself. Opportunely, in a democracy people do have a voice, if they choose to use it. A voice not used is a voice stolen.]
"mercy. victim. of your own ego's creed. of your own postulation. maintain your pure design. your pride. too many punches pulled. iscariotic lips. betrayal of your own words, and actions. unmoving. unchanging. staggering. inactive. destroy. their fables. half truths lies. said masked by good intentions. their knives all hanging lamp behind a brick facade. stand in line for possession. branded for. watching. feeling. touching. tearing. dignity is for the weak. mercy."
Chapters 3: Endorsement
[It is the belief of Marx that the personal is dead; that all is the political. Throughout history this can be seen as true; that the choices we make every day influence and shape the world around us. Edmund Bruce wrote in his book Reflections that government preyed on the basest instincts found in man; the fear of death and the desire to make money. Bruce found that government did not do anything to promote any ideals or values; all that was left was death and taxes (the often cited "only sure things") and people were left empty and suspicious of one another. Imagine the American citizenry as a group of rats squabbling over refuse found in a garbage, fighting viciously fighting with one another over that one piece of rancid cheese, while the real rats (big business, government) sit in their great halls and eat their pounds of flesh. This distrust and fear of each other has permeated every aspect of American life. A stranger is treated with fear and distrust at best, and outright hostility at worst. The media fosters this distrust by airing and reporting the most brutal sensationalized stories possible. The American citizen must learn to trust their fellow man again and realize whom the real criminals are.]
"i create my own. I no longer revolve. around your resentment. I can smell the hatred behind your tearing sneer. I am no longer threatened by this judgment throne. lies. dead. stagnant. change. forgetting one more day. I could really care less about your lame confinement. my ego's not worth saving when true change is not met. forgetting one last day. I can't understand. but I feel this rage is spreading on inside me. you tread on me like you have before. my body is broke but my soul's unbowed. your laughter fuels a will to move inside of me that I've never felt. standing, grabbing ground. your faces all drown out. I can't understand but I can't stop forward moving. I won't be pulled down anymore this is all I have no matter what scorn. ears sliced off by complacency do their bodies no good for the words they speak. you tried your best to take me down and then explained that's what friends are for. your ruled me out. you ruled me out."
Chapters 4: Blame (Live At Eleven):
"broadcast. talking words. real words. painful words. makes you look so cheap. you can't stand on your own. and i have ceased to care. digging. digging deeper. digging for your precious heir. discredit. the job's too easy and so painful. and way to fucking real. the dirt is on your hands. the blood is in your hands. and i can see right through them. your only a receptacle for me. respectability is the weapon of the "in scene". dirt is law. new is wrong. can't we just let all this fall out of our laps again. how many sorrys does it take. well i'm sorry, so sorry that weren't cool enough. lies. time. pray for your inheritance. preys on your life."
[ASSIGNMENT: Take an evening and watch your evening news. With a pad of paper and pen, write down the stories covered (you can be brief). At the end of the half-hour, compare the stories that cover rape, murder, kidnapping with the number of stories on what your government has done today. The results may be surprising. Then think about what the media wants you to believe.]
[Points to consider:]
[1 the idea that you need protection from other citizens]
[2 the idea that only your government can provide that protection]
[3 who benefits from these ideas]
Chapter 5: My Own Restrains
[Exemplifying the current standards placed on United States political officials, the relaxation of many ethics has come to warp and often replace the code of conduct originally expressed in writing to protect against corruption. Once in place, a new code of ethics can be loopholed to then to another, and then to another. Change is not the culprit, instead investment in bending moral practices to suit personal and singular liberty blures the already networked and confusing practice of law and lawmaking. Not seeing the cycle, politicians all too often fall prey to the "Washington" way of life. In this way, then, traditions and attitudes are fostered in this moral enviornment. It may be stated, with a certain amount of reassurance, that a country which was founded on the idea of illegal (example b:1) and unethical expansionism cannot prosper in a way that is beneficial to the whole of humankind. One act of terror and murder neturally leads itself to another act of retaliation. It has been theorized that that the human animal learns by example. We can look at this in a personal level; a father beats his wife, the son beats his wife, and in this way a violent cycle is founded. The truly unfortunate and important aspect of this succession is that most people believe their actions to be not only correct but inherently plausible and morally justifiable.]
["lyrics were and improvised ouburst, and are subject to change, though the ideas and meaning remain the same."]
Chapter 6: Resection
"now my life is full of so many simple crutches. they help me walk they help me sleep the help me suffer. hte love was never there and I just didn't seeit. the weapons take on so many painful attachments, the faces change but they all tell the same damn story. the love was never there and I just didn't see it. the love was never there and now I don't think I even care.
i've built this wall around my heart
to shut you out i've, played my part
in this game that i thought was real
in this pain that i now feel
and if i ever fall again
will i just turn in the wind
or let it fly away with pain
or let it fester into the same
a small dark place inside my mind
will keep my safe and far behind
so you can never hurt me again
so you can never hurt me again
you can never hurt me again
nothing can ever hurt me again
nothing can ever hurt me again
the way you did
the way you did
and nothing, nothing can ever
erase
i pull this glass out of my skin
the 'wish i hads' replace my sins
i release the lies but the disdain and nothing can ever wash this away. a small quiet place where i can hide. a small quite place where i can hide. where you can never hurt me again.
where you can never hurt me again."
In Chrysalis
Voiceover
They don't even have to kick down our doors We let them in with a smile and a thank you Media ingrained police state Our fears create the cycle of reliance And if you think for one fucking second That they're not bleeding you for all their worth Dig your grave now and save them the trouble Tie yourself down to the fairy tales The Holocaust will not be televised That is unless it becomes marketable In the market of fear In the market of flesh and blood Sold to you by the new improved Jack booted thugs We've lost direction Senses rot away Kneel and beg for safety Just forget the whip marks on your back.
Around the world, and in America specifically, we are being subjected to a regularly scheduled program of fear and violence brought to us by a twin attack of the media and politicians who feed our fears on each other. Blacks fear whites, whites fear anyone different, and we all fear that which we do not know, even though, according to many studies, violent crime statistics are down. We keep adding more police and giving those police more and more power. We are trading our rights for the illusion of safety and in doing so we give the real criminals even more potency.
The Tyranny Of What Everyone Knows
The pooling of blood From your neck to the floor Makes a beautiful trophy To parade and even the score Their words in stone of persuasion in sound Fall on open ears And sewn shut mouth taught the answers Ignored the questions As we vomit choke and die Truth is truth is lie As history portrays this time Truth is truth is blind Their money pays for the transcripts we sign Derailed from birth designed to serve Everyone knows the solution to the problems We bought Credentials unneeded decide for you The books are written our choice is proof.
We are taught that Christopher Columbus discovered America. From the American Revolution to the Civil War, history is written from the biased perspective of the power elite. From our birth we are told lies and myths and expected not to only believe them, but to worship them at America's false altar of progress. We must learn to question history and measure each "fact" on its own merits. (Please read Howard Zinns "A People's History of the United States" and/or Noam Chomsky's "What Uncle Sam Really Wants")
Loser Of The Year Award
Always had the dream Now I have the action Spent my time hearing "this is wrong" Broken down disasters smoke filled empty rooms And life of eye to eye to head to head You'll never understand what this means to me Not for approval, not yours anyway Arrange by the numbers Arrange by your casualty Defined by a submission to a common sense That never had anything to do with me As friends are made and lost I always look back smiling Never moved by struggle fate or cost I'd rather stay a loser And laugh at common sense Then rely on safety nets and reminisce As they struggle for mediocrity.
It has always been frustrating to try and explain why we play shows for gas money and sometimes less. "You drove six hours and got paid twenty bucks? What a bunch of losers!" Yeah, I guess we are. "You went on tour without getting any guarantees? You guys are idiots!" Yeah, I guess we are.
Cavity
Fall Kneel And beg Just try harder and you will find The way to everlasting site Don't take this lite away It never did you any harm Just when I thought I'd find my way Pagentry are all the same Defiled and devine Self respect should never have to bleed from my Knees Wait for something to happen Wait to understand I slip I grasp I always miss in cycles Fallen angels Never fully gain control.
It gets difficult to remain positive in the face of, it seems, overwhelmingly negative odds about never affecting anything positively. Doubt sets in, then depression is coupled with anger, when even Maximum Rock N Roll has an interview with a band that spends several paragraphs talking about how lame Boy Sets Fire is and how they are never going to change anything. But then we got a letter from someone who we have affected or inspired to make changes within themselves in the hope that they will change the world. Change is natural and must happen. How that change comes and whether that change is for good or evil, is up to us.
Holiday In Cambodia
[Dead Kennedys cover]
So you been to schools For a year or two And you know you've seen it all In daddy's car Thinkin' you'll go far Back east your type don't crawl Play ethnicky jazz To parade your snazz On your five grand stereo Braggin that you know How the niggers feel cold And the slums got so much soul It's time to taste what you most fear Right Guard will not help you here Brace yourself, my dear... It's a holiday in Cambodia It's tough, kid, but it's life It's a holiday in Cambodia Don't forget to pack a wife You're a star-belly sneech You suck like a leach You want everyone to act like you Kiss ass while you bitch So you can get rich But your boss gets richer off you Well you'll work harder With a gun in your back For a bowl of rice a day Slave for soldiers Till you starve Then your head is skewered on a stake Now you can go where people are one Now you can go where they get things done What you need, my son... Is a holiday in Cambodia Where people dress in black A holiday in Cambodia Where you'll kiss ass or crack Pol Pot Pol Pot Pol Pot Pol Pot etc... Where you'll do what you're told A holiday in Cambodia Where the slums got so much soul.
In case you were wondering, the Dead Kennedys have always been a big influence on us, both musically and politically. I think we all remember doodling the DK symbol in our notebooks at school (some of us were punk enough to carve it into our desks at school). First of all we did this song because we love it, and secondly because we are sick and tired of the stupid separation in hardcore/punk. We all come from the same place and we all have something in common; we have seen society and we don't like it.
The Day The Sun Went Out
Pure
My mouth is full of your inspiration Cut me, size me down for your regulation Nothing stands so close to driving Nothing gets tense or biting Nothing stands in the way It's all right Your walls are still white Location is everything, or so it seems Writing down all your "wrongs" or "rights" In a book you call your own Stand down Silence kills the revolution All that remains stagnant Dies submission is your resolve They've given you all the calls Sucker punched again Blind... blind... blind.
Cringe
My eyes have burned With a fire that I could not prevent It burned their nation's children And crushed their patriot Dead the hate we sent them so many years ago Returned to haunt them Leads us against the foe With out fire Their land Our fire Their wounds My hands are cold with your blood Torn to shreds with our kill toys Sit back and watch the fun Rated, screened, censored, sedated Spoon-fed their noxious lies So many times we've watched silently.
Cringe
My eyes have burned With a fire that I could not prevent It burned their nation's children And crushed their patriot Dead the hate we sent them so many years ago Returned to haunt them Leads us against the foe With out fire Their land Our fire Their wounds My hands are cold with your blood Torn to shreds with our kill toys Sit back and watch the fun Rated, screened, censored, sedated Spoon-fed their noxious lies So many times we've watched silently.
Another Badge Of Courage
They say that what does not kill you Only makes you stronger Well maybe some of us are just too sick And tired of being so damn strong And I can't reach for a reason to look in your eyes Like it doesn't matter at all. Falling down, crying out And I'll remember spinning around in circles Just anticipating what the next stranger is going to do to me And I'll remember what you did to me Lying on your kitchen floor Burning with hate I want to rip your hands off I want to rip your tongue out For every time I have cried Every time you have lied Pushed down Laughing in my face Pain I've never felt Hate I've never screamed And I can't still remember that fucking look in your eyes Screaming at me like it doesn't matter at all And now eyes will always lie.
Swingset
I am here, take this I can't feel anyway I can't hurt I can't bleed But I can kneel as well as you once did Deep inside I can feel the screams Growing louder every day Crying out for a new rain Manipulate my submission To push this pain onto myself Mama said that she would save me The angels said that they would save me I can fly I can away So why does the pavement Look so damn close.
The Power Remains The Same
Spineless bastards Blood caked bones to bang their drums Resonates in all of us as we dance like suckers In blind delusion Kissing the master's feet Kissing the master's ring Sacrifice ourselves and others to their charm We cheer with every bomb blast ripping through every village Mourning our parents of disemboweled children We split their faces We laugh in their faces Kill yourself with a noose of your own device Strangle off the flowers and leave the thorns to fight Let the peasants eat shit They're surely used to it Our lives grow on And when the next group of unfortunates get their turn at the gas chambers How loud will you cheer for the soldiers marching them on The rich stay rich And the poor die of quietly The power remains the same.
In Hope
In hope this little angel will be free from all of their poisons And in hope I grind my knees into the floor Praying that he'll never have to feel the pain I have felt Walking through glass ignorant pain in my feet His little sweet hands, innocent face so unaware of what lies in waiting In hope, there will be forever waiting for you In hope you'll never look back and hate these days I've held your hands Falling away Changing each day to his own fate until I am needed no more for his comfort or his joy In hope there's an answer And in hope I cry But I am beaten still the same by this subtle game As he breaks away I turn my face to the sky for a way to decline These fairy tales that will mold into nightmares This fate laid out in my hands unatoned I descend into my Own decision In hope I can turn this page Falling away Changing each day to this own fate When I feel him I go running on his own Wait for something that more there is not.
Toy Gun Anthem
You're just another anthem Guided by the bullet And you can take this all to hell With your fucking victims Down a toast of their blood with your wine While refining your ego's defense The glory of bullets, the fire, the mobs action to riot Your keen sense of interest in the revolution will end With the stains of innocence on your hands The flags that divide us grow stronger With your plastic refinement Plaster your picture of heads Lining your mantle Define your heresy with streets Lined with their entrails Your murders reek of their guns Your motives reek of their kind When you've fooled the people With your selfish intentions You can bask in the warmth Of your thugs in action When it all comes down You decide we're just looking for another leader To bring us down Your anthem will die with you Like all those before you Killing off the masses that you Claim to liberate Back to square one As the swine take on the faces Of their masters.
Cadence
In this culture I am just the meat for vultures to pick until My beauty shows for your glossy covers and in the classy circles smother Have I nothing more to give And I would rather starve than lose this body I would rather starve than lose your acceptance I need your love I just need someone's approval To put me back again Is this skin all you want Are aesthetics all you need Is this where I stand My eyes will always show my empty soul As you divert you eyes to my body (It's nothing to you, but it matters to me) I'm nothing to you but this shell that you see Rotting flesh for your eyes Wilting beauty for every goddamn girl to compare to Dear god, why can't I be Dear god, why can't I be more like him, more like her More or less like you.
65 Factory Outlets
I wont lay my dreams on your alter of sacrifice Take it The lies that you hold dear No longer affect me As your life is bought and sold I'll sit back and laugh at your... Burning... Draining... Dying... world. Dried out killed overused Drained of all that you give Don't expect another contender to be the object of this abuse I've given up on the dying It never gave me your peace Smile big sit straight now Let go of all your dreams (bleed yourself dry boy) You've made your decision, I've made mine So you can save your breath Selling me on your death Choose your own death You're already dead.
Hometown Report Card
I used to love you I can't stand the sight of your fucking face You have helped to build The walls that keep me in my place The trust I gave no longer comforts The trust I gave in you've broken under And all that lies you've etched in your stone Will not affect me on my attention You hands nailed bleeding in true martyr form Your neutral standpoint has left me standing alone I'm sick of excuses; I'm tired of lies I'm tired of fools like you wasting my time Hands of my soul, you can't control (hands off my fucking soul) And I hope your new friends will treat you just as well For all the hard work you've done to gain their acceptance Fuck you.
Bonus Track
My hands are washed clean. But I still haven't forgotten. Your hands will never wash clean. You will be forgotten.
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