- Best Defense
Our land, our home, America the free
Our vote decides the future can't you see
Their sim to serve, and protect what is theirs
Too much at stake to let others have their share
The world is more than colors black and red
Profit and gain mean little to those dead
While you cut corners to maximize your gain
Your lack of caring sends young men to their graves
- Killing Machine
[Music: James Gulotta]
[Lyrics: Brian Zimmerman, Chris Lykins]
Your life begins at 17, you enlist with Uncle Sam
Trained for battle, prepared to die, you don't give a damn.
Your weapon is your life and love shooting the enemy down.
Killing women and children and everyting around
First fought for freedom now for pleasure, you've become obsessed
- Preacher, Preacher
Preacher tell me no lies
Send me more money
Or else I will die
You go to church every day
Trying to find god
So you give them your pay
I'll tell you evil
Yet I do no wrong
- Right To Die
Trapped in my mind, the answers you won't find
Deep despair, what I feel, lost in time, what is feeling
Emotions lost it's meaning, can not help what I'm feeling
I am tortured by pain, this agony is so insane
Diminishing away, day by day
Life once fulfilling now stripped away
And it is certain I must die
- Slipped Through the Cracks
At the age of 15 your life is defined, it's measured in ounces and grams
The wisdom of ages is soon pushed away for a crystal that's purchased in drams
No time for book learning, the street is your school, it teaches a lesson that's real
You shun lit and science, that's crap for your parents, the only thing real is the deal
Chorus:
Words on a page, they're so hard to read
The will to learn, it's not in your creed
- Things Change
Forced to deal with decisions you never thought come true
Abandoned by the ones you've trusted, no one's there for you
Internal maelstrom of confusion, unsure of who you are
The things you used in definition didn't take you very far
Chorus:
The things I felt before I'm not sure if they're there
Words which meant so much fall on ears which just don't care
- Too Late To Change
Sometime at an early age a strange call beckoned you
It urged you on to selfishness and told you what to do
It taught you thr word trust was just a tool that you could use
To manipulate your target make them do what you would choose
And still the call kept haunting you as you raced toward the end
You went through life with blinders on, no chance to make a friend
The call that you had answered is the one that's known as greed
It's tempting lure of empty wealth is one few fail to heed
- Violent by Nature
Morbid fascination instilled within our young
Raised and weaned on cold steel, the damage it has brung
Little plastic war toys always within reach
Replicas of war, what lessons do they teach
Pre-chorus:
Minimal control, that's why this land is great
Accidental death, the lesson learned too late