Argue with us. Are you with us? The time for action will never pass! If we're gonna be a threat, do we wanna be a threat? And if we're threat, How do
The condition is so crushing as if all the world is crashing, all the world comes crashing, world comes crashing down on me. The news is a distorted
I dreamt every word and letter meant the same to all of us, But oh, all those places I had to take account. The basement noise, the savior, it's not
Anxious and worrying, so you spend your whole life hurrying, searching for something better than what you knew before and always knowing you are you
Well you don't feel part of anything? I'd say we all feel this way. I can't find it in my box of tapes, In sugar, milk and blood with tea. In this fresh
It was April,the sun wasn?t out. People were working, and when they got out, they heard. It was unfortunate and it was unplanned. Too simple to misunderstand
8 blocks away would put you at the watertowers from my place, What's the difference when you calculate, by crunching numbers with crunched up eyelids
This must be so hard But from where I stand somehow it seems better And I don?t have the experience to know The strength or inertia that holds us together
Even at 6 years old we have a sense of the things that we left in the past, and even Empirical science can't explain how the dust seems to fall like
In Columbus they were shopping on the first day, the first official day of war. It's so easy being oblivious, and it's easy being self-absorbed inside
He has his moustache cut fresh for her, she had her bangs done out to here, and the night was young and the beer was cheap at Texaco with it's fluorescent
Whether records we sold to fill some demand or the rapid deployment of 10,000 men, did we do it to make this year better than the last or are we fooling
The flyers you collected, they're crumbling off the wall. You did it for yourself, what do you have to show for it all but cluttered cluttered walls?
Those roads that stretch ahead of us, the roads that led us here; singing traditional renditions of the songs we sang last year. And though these times
After weeks of winter that just wouldn't quit and the headlines remind me the world's gone to shit, I ride my skate to the park because sometimes that
They say the new world order is just god's master plan but if the blueprint calls some to starve, don't blame god's right-hand man, 'cause the president
And I haven't had an honest conversation in weeks and irony rolls off my tongue much more easily and I don't think its mean, it just represents a chilling
Like how some words seem sinister, like crow or Molokai, some days seem dark though it is bright. If there's a second chance for happenstance well I guess
