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
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
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
Dressed up murder like it's hip and in fashion Finding ways to be a God Where?s my gun Where the blood can drown my soul Rain down fire All I wanted
My hands are washed clean. But I still haven't forgotten. Your hands will never wash clean. You will be forgotten.
In this culture I am just the meat for vultures To pick until my beauty shows For your glossy covers and in classy circles smother Have I nothing more
In demonstration our failures all aside We can burn this whole fucking system down And drive the bastards out Spit in the cynic's eye Has passion all
[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
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
[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
I can remember when there were times I thought we'd never eat again And salvation was our drinking Things were different then It was five of us against
"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
"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
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
[Exemplifying the current standards placed on United States political officials, the relaxation of many ethics has come to warp and often replace the
Not in the running But this rain is nothing new to me anyway See my reflection No where near who I should be The spirit is willing But the anchors of
In town for one night only lust, fame and a feeling of the holy A new king is crowned for your delight, yeah alright Single file, it's just that easy,
