This is a song for the average American. Let go of your realities (middle class small town mentalities): The truths - your truths - That even now dominate
Here we come... We're the poison, your new disease. Soon you'll be nothing but a cryptic memory. It's spreading - feel the tendrils icy cold; Just one
[Originally by Fugazi] Anytime but now. Anywhere but here. Anyone but me. I've got to think about my own life. We are consumed by society. We are obsessed
more fights. We need to erase the shit and use our minds. A symbol of our society? Where is the logic in this stupidity? Pure anger, no thought, no sympathy
Racially inefficient, A malfunction prevalent in the system Blood rusts dry! On gears monkey wrenched with innocent life; However cogs refuse to slow
Hands up! Black listed, discarded in ignorance, But our wings grow stronger everyday And so do our hearts with every hope. Tempered with compassion
this very day. And now we've suffered all the years; Travelled separate paths, with future goals unclear So far from where we thought we'd be. But
Whispered harsh untimely words, From your cave so far away (Suffering has made you grand, Suffering has made you...) Leaning on your staff of gold
A boy catches a glimpse of his fate In the bloodied face of his brother's corpse, Lying in the alley next to his house He's on his way to school,
I fall with you; don't fall with me! Weak inside today? Glassy eyed from too much pain? Selected humans overcome still, To think beyond the rage Whispered
Box cutter paranoia, Leads to meatpacking freedom, Nice and clean. Selling out our civil liberties In exchange for illusion, deception. No peace!
I hear your words; they don't mean shit in the context of your politic "War for peace" - rhetoric drabbled in black gold conquest Grand deceit - altruism
Poignantly phrased to shift the burden of the blame Sick and tired but you keep on marching in their same old parade Accuse, construe - dare I even venture
Break down all their values. Create for yourself. Can you overcome? Can you break the tie that has you bound? Habituation anchors your thoughts right
What? left now that we crawl over every stretch of earth we want millennia of wars with things that didn? know that they were at war with us. We fought
is all there is; embrace the to be. In time though all things end! Our vivacity endures! And we'll carry on the dreams! In time though all things
When I looked and directed my gaze to the drives of life, the drives of my age, what I saw left me with a sick feeling inside. Happiness, distorted and
An angered lick of flame, Amongst dying embers remains Stalwart in its unwillingness to fade Poetic in its grace, A lilac wreathed in pain, Oh, so
