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Don't ever ask us to define our morals
Sometimes when fundamentals meet teenage heartbreak
Some of us are all of us; half-selves that love whole hopes
And hara-kiri heartbreak

There's almost nothing worse than never being real
Strained voices crying wolf when nobody can hear
If I had a gun I'd pump your ethics full of lead

The cold finally broke this morning
It's quiet on the dock
The sun feels so close and warming
The air is heavy
I'm dreaming of a life I can't afford

The ground starts to tremble beneath my feet
Feels like my train is coming in

Tonight I sat alone on the steps and stared into the blank sky; stars cloaked by smog, the poison of our own. And as the bitter air bit down I held my breath and thought of all the others on their backs. How do you organize resistance against something that's not even there(but still killing you)? Dirt covered fists screaming indignantly, midigate to out turned palms pleading admittedly. Raping people of their hope and the sky of all its stars. They're dying at your feet but 'who cares who they are.' (right?) There's no place like home. "It's like filling an empty glass from an empty bottle." and it's stricken by rigor mortis with your hand on the throttle. Grasping at a chance through a wall of austerity and a fence of police enforced by democratic vulgarity. Two percent controlling the power; controlling yo, controlling me, controling the borders of democracy. So it's you, and it's me and we're up against a fence, control or be controlled by only two percent. So it's you, and it's me and we're up against a fence, control or be controlled, because only we can set us free.

We woke up as men but tonight we'll sleep as killers
As we break the cryptic morning with a bullet and a prayer
The steel never seemed more cold and agile than now
And life never seems less vital and fragile
With a heart that's beating louder than my own
I watch a girl they call Kezia
I watch a woman that I know
My hopes and my own future blindfolded

Enemies of the khanate
Strung on hooks like pigs to slaughter
Heads will roll
Heads will roll, and throats will be slit
And blood will flow like springs of water
Heads will roll

To the rivers red, across the ochre steppe

Thus now he knelt before the ruins
Cold of sweat and heat of flame
To vow the severed heads of those who brought the village
the village to it's shame.
Those who plundered, pilfered, pillaged lives
Would now accept the blame.

He would find them all with mighty vengeance paid for in their pain

Well place your justice in my palm
and then I'll make a fist
And punch your grimaced face
until every knuckle breaks
And bleeds in resistance to my sidewalk painting

A mangled body twitching and regaining consciousness and closure
Attempting composure before a bullet

Stepped off a chair so he could learn to let loose
learn to let loose before the pendulum wore off
his final sound a gurgle and a cough
and his final words "the pendulum wore off"
stepped off a building to find concrete evidence
concrete evidence that he'd ever make an impact
fiction splattered into fact
and his fiction splattered into another sidewalk painting on display

Death is callous, strange and sudden
A pious, indignant, drooling glutton
Whose hands are soft, warm, inviting
Whose desperate advances seem useless fighting
Whose ragged tooth should rip through flesh
Which marinates in rancid breath
How quick one turns to a violent death
When cowardice remains where courage left

Without a word uttered
A comparison is drawn.
A distant future, a cluttered past
Amid the stars.
Vague and persistent,
Thought lacking consistency.
Unwilling victim of farce.
The loudest voices scream uninspired.

Twisting through contorted limb
Sober now from distant whim
Batten down the hatches
The storm approaches, the thunder crashes
It cannot wait
It must be now
A shot’s been fired across the bow
What presence here has been proclaimed?

This morning there are no rods or staffs
To comfort you dressed as a target
As you amble in your chains and stumble through
The corridors that lead to our makeshift valley of death

In the prison's backyard
where you'll give us your final breath
Last night I saw you dine with lovers and human tears

from the unrelenting beat of a pounding drum
(come anew)
from the seizing breast of a wicked beast
(we survive)
in the hallowed marriage of sound and revolt
(come anew)
to the hollowed, disparaged, shed and molt, overdue!
splintering fingers, gore strewn across each hand

And when the underworld's
Best kept secrets
Saw it's own reflection
I knew things had finally changed
For better or worse
Whatever as always

Midlife fires start to burn

Fear And Loathing In Laramie lyrics

Compassion is shit,
Soft-spoken words and a look of concern.
The fire is lit.
Emotion will never extinguish the flames
That inaction has built.

Compassion is shit. Soft-spoken words and a look of concern. The fire is lit. Emotion will never extinguish these flames that inaction has built. What makes it burn? A nation so straight that deviation’s a crime. When will we learn that sexuality is not a punishable offense? On a cold October night, a gentle soul was crucified and what remains of his blood still stains our idle hands that soft-spoken words won’t justify. Culprits are we. Let’s talk about rights. Let’s talk about sexual orientation. Let’s talk about you and an entire homophobic nation. Will you follow me down? Can we not separate ourselves from such hate? Let’s sever the head of the beast with the crown, let’s no longer participate. Will you follow me down? Why won’t anyone stand up?

The hapless hills of Hollywood
Hide halfhearted happiness
A hardened heroine hangs her head

Hear her hyperventilate
Here her hands had hammered home
Her half-written history

Take everything your parents taught you, throw it to the dogs
It's the forgotten flesh of something dead, its blood drips from your jaws.

Take everything your school has taught you, throw it to the dogs.
It's the meat that dries in summer heat and reeks now of its rot.
It speaks now of the fate that we await, to be forgot.

Just as mountains live outside of rocks

Oh God!

The sound they must have heard in the distance
A wilderness of sound and movement repeating itself across
the narrows of the mountainsides, the cries of creatures crashing
against cold rock, human voices heralding the hillside.

Their bellows bounding ripe with resonance

That sweet little redhead's got her hooks in my back
She points her finger and she shows me what I lack
Her pale skin, it burns so hot in the midnight air
She paints the streets a shade of gray around my chair so come on in

Her hot breath on my skin
Her scent on my fingers
Her taste is on my mind

Sleep still and silent
Dream in stained glass scenes of violence
Claim the song sung by the sirens
Breath shallow and quietly

Stand before the corpse of the crow
Take up the blade that struck the final blow
Tear off the wings to refuse its ascension

They called me the man with the blood of Christ honesty
But tonight (Tonight we'll sleep as killers)
I drink with heathens and our, our finest blasphemies
(As we break the cryptic, as we break the cryptic)

In wine there's truth but in silence there's surrender
A screaming for the silence in stunned suspicious terror
Built a temple in my life and used God to seal the pillars

So it starts, from one impurity held in place by
loveless security, always thron around and beaten
by squinted eyes that soon bear turned back,
abstract views through broken bottles of brandy.
I'm questioned all my life why I kept on saying
that I didn't even ask to be here, you made that
choice for me, enrolled me in your schools and
church and in your god forsaken military. What

So it starts, from one impurity held in place by loveless security, always thron around and beaten by squinted eyes that soon bear turned back, abstract views through broken bottles of brandy. I"m questioned all my life why I kept on saying that I didn"t even ask to be here, you made that choice for me, enrolled me in your schools and church and in your god forsaken military. What cost do I pay for being born of you? My life, enslaved by passions, held away from me. Who is my mother? Where is her grace? Where is that subtle joy I crave? It"s gone, or should I say never existed anyway. Through blurry winter clouds and snow melted by anger - my subscription. my addiction. If I had one love in the world : you tried to take it away. A pound of nuts is simply not enough to keep my rage at bay and though i didn"t kill you. like you tried to do to me. I"m just as guilty becauswe I would have wanted to be free.

why don't we see?
we're enslaving ourselves while drowning in our luxury.
Is it just me?
Or do we take advantage or our privilaged society?
why?
it isn't fucking right.
it's our choice,
the wrong one leads us to regression and despondancy.

So much time slipped away
as if it meant nothing at all
- I remember that night,
we didn't know it would be our last
But now as I look back,
an awkward tension hung in the air

Now everything is different.

Split the sky asunder
Noble huntress of the clan
In your left hand raise the sword
In your right hand cast the spear.
Summon all the thieves and bastards hiding in the woodland

Crack their skulls into cauldron for invading our frontier.
The shadows fall, the hammer falls, the stone is placed above us all.

Yawn awake
Familiar surroundings
All hotel rooms are pretty much the same
Although the room number might change
Catch a glimpse of everything within the lighter's flame

There's always a window, but so changes the view
Affording a clue to the answer that's owing

The day that civil glory dismembered my civility
I could have parted ribs and flesh like a different kind of Red Sea
Drowned the ancient east in western progress
Custom and the least of all our pride and sentiments
Which turned out to be the closest thing to a fashion trend
That's ever been put on trial
Which turned out to be the closest thing to a fashion trend
That's ever been put on trial

This should never be!

I'll burn all the lives of this angel illuminati
When St. Michael sized means find an end to justify
A belief to fortify this stained glass disgrace
Too beautiful to change or perhaps too scared
The truth behind our lives will be erased (will be erased)

As often as always evolution is crawling from the sea
Alive with urgency like suicide convinced the grass is greener on dry earth.

The march of serrated utterance like a soft cough
Muffled murmur sneaking through the lecture hall.
The crawl across the island, the sound of waves
Embodied water sprouting legs as loud as gallop

I declare a war
a fight for freedom against any system that's built
to consume our power and maintained to divide our energy.
A system where an honest person can sweat for hours
and then play slave to the man in the television tower.
A system where private ownership erases public health care
because dollars are worth more than people; dollars are worth more than sense.
Oh what force on Earth is greater than the mighty strength of one.

Did you come here to kill, or did you come here to die?
Did we really think that spaceships would descend from the sky?

Bending light and beaming forth across space-time
to see us scared in the reflection of their oil black eyes?

And stalk us as a predator like our movies imply

Did you come here to kill or did you come here to die?
And did we really think that spaceships would descend from the sky?

Bending light and beaming forth across space-time
To see us scared in the reflection of their oil black eyes?
And stalk us like a predator
Like our movies imply?

Here's lookin' at you, kid
It was gonna leak eventually, so eventually it did
And bad news, travels fast indeed
In minutes the country will be stiff, stiff inside their pants
All the editors are hard, all the journalists are wet
All the boys are jerking off in private on the internet

The manager is sweating

"Kezia, my darling, please never forget this world's got the substance of a frozen summer silhouette,"
Said my mother through lips that were cracked with love and toil
before she added, "the warmest of blankets is six feet of soil"
She wore a perfume called Pride that smelled a lot more like Shame
So when she walked into the room I was sleeping, I heard her curse my father's name;
It was our situation, our position, our gender to blame
It was the lonely grey of my father's eyes staring back in the mirror's frame

lives will be lost, and children will die.
but in response our nation does nothing but lie.
a silent genocide with a country at stake,
how many more innocent lives will we take.
Until we realize who exactly is to blame,
should we bomb ourselves for the economic sanctions that we've made?
stripping them of essentials and their primary basic needs,
just to get to one man and we wonder who's destroying the peace.

Now's the time to take all your rage and your
frustration and focus it in a positive way.
It's time to fight but only for the democracy
that has been ripped from beneath our feet. Is
it ridiculous to believe that killing the
innocent is murder? but it is to believe that
nothing can be done. These people are not
machines, they're living they're breathing

Endowed with the art of casting names upon its beings
The humans claimed dominion over every living fucking thing

Proud as purpose as they began to walk the earth as they arraigned
The common creatures caught within the corpus cursed, conscious human brain

Every word ever written will fall short of its intent
Even sung or spoke or screamed they will betray what they have meant

Everyone knows that Cancer
Takes bites of every family
And it eats up families whole

Dance around the issue
Take issue with the answers provided
The past few years radiate with treatment
But to every day she'll put her cap on and greet them

And what a fucking waste of a day
We just lay around and waste away
Because when that sun goes down it's bottoms up
We try to reach the bottom of the endless cup

Everybody's getting older, but no one's growing up

As the weather's getting colder, the room starts heating up

Gin, always the gin, always take one on the chin
The devil dogs and scorpions peel away and wear my skin
Smokeless flame, the common name
Less than the angels but more of the same
No paradise, the grateful will lay their claim
Whether the intentions are violent or just mundane
With the wind he disappeared
Confirming everything that I feared

religion is killing all over the place
everyone is striving to be the master race
you fight for your freedom and you kill for peace
but your whole damn cause is hypocrisy.

how many more must die
how long until we realize
why must we all take sides

Down the street half a block away
In a familiar place regular people
Agree with each other in smoke signals
(Down the street half a block and
In a familiar place regular people
Agree with each other)

{Each in turn}

I Better think of my answers now
because I know the questions will be asked
Like if I brought the joy I found
in the confessions of a mask
The tip of my tongue's already touching the top of my mouth
It's meaning manifest in mercy
Burning down, Burning down
Burning down, Burning down

Each word bitten
Every fuck is pronounced
With conviction written
In justice announced
And every hand that feeds is bitten
If it steals from hungry mouths
Convention be damned
I know who I am and some words

Awake, unfazed,
Morning light tells of the dawning day
Just like any day
Brush off sleep’s touch,
Clear midnight's haze
There’s nothing extraordinary here,
A flaccid world, unfit, unclear
Desperate for something more

Psycho therapist once claimed I had acute neurosis
I only said a couple words and he made his diagnosis
He said I could say whatever I want because I never chose this
So I spat, grinned, then I looked at him and I blew him a Glasgow kiss behind

Knows just when I let a bottom be dead
Never too sure if it's the truth or a lie

Do you remember how it was when you bled?
When you loved and burned in those flames that you've kept
Because Vesta's long been sleeping
Now you've come to accept
that anatomy defines more than a few,

Of the gaping holes in our social fabric
And it defines more than a few one night stands,

Wealth is a sick man’s game.
Those who have it and those who hunger for it.
To the victor go the spoils of fame -
those who seek it, and those who abhor it.

Evil is a very real concept,
boiling in the bellies of the graceful.
Toiling in the fortress in their complex,

Chews the fat with his creator
Over breakfast in the sunlight
Though when he says grace, when he says grace
He feels enveloped like a shadow
But there are evenings
There are evenings when this decimated world of movement, colour and form
Gets thin, and getting thinner
When lights are dim, and getting dimmer