This Is Control

I can envision your perfect nation, your plan to sedate intellectual pacification. I have to believe that there's more that this. The truth in my hands, that I am not sick, I don't live in sin, that this is all wrong, the reality prison, dreams of human liberation..

Those Anarcho Punks Are Mysterious...

We're all presidents,. We're all congressmen,. We're all cops. In waiting.. We're the workers of the world.. There is the elite and the dispossessed. And it's only about survival,.

The Politics Of Starving

It's time for some real world politics. Economics, history, math and english.. There are some of us who have, and some that go without.. America and justice are not synonymous..

The Price Of Freedom

Is it too much to ask that you die for the cause? Rather die free than live a life in slavery, Better a martyr than a prisoner. I'll always have what's inside of me. I'll always have my memories. Never surrender identity. Is it too much to ask that you die for the cause?.

The Disco Before The Breakdown

T.s.r. (this Shit Rules)

The party's over. A cd's skipping. It's the same hook repeating. Grows more grating with each passing second.... . And the walls contain a resonation, laughter, and conversation..

Tearing Down The Walls

Mind game after mind game for the head-trip after all the shit. One step in advancement, numb to everything. Searching for the result, striving for resolution, offering no solution just more dogma for confusion. Fill you full of promise with your back against the wall; interpret a hopeless freedom where chains liberate the soul. Answers to silent questions from the idols of the dark. First present solution then we'll see about tearing down the walls....

T.s.r.

The party's over. A CD skipping. It's the same hook repeating. Grows more grating with each passing second.... . And the walls contain a resonation, laughter, and conversation..

Suffocation

We were young heartbreakers estranged from our wealthy parents,. Doing key bumps in a handicap bathroom.. Stoned complacent, ambivalent, mass communicating with shared subconscious..

Spanish Moss

You just need to find some place to get away.. You can forget your name.. And there's no need to apologize.. . It could be a good life.. It could be such a very good life..

Stop!

[Chorus x 2]. Stop! Take some time to think, figure out what's important to you. Stop! Take some time to think, figure out what's important to you. Stop! Take some time to think, figure out what's important to you.

So Much More

No you're never gonna be anything more than just another punk band,. it's never gonna be anything more, than rock and roll.. Let's play our song it's been so many times before,.

Slurring The Rhythms

Shit Stroll (nah Nah Nah)

Nah, nah nah nah nah, whoa-oh, ohhh. Nah, nah nah nah nah, whoa-oh, ohhh. . Street lights. Shed the light of vision to the calling plot. You remember every moment.

Sink, Florida, Sink

Not one more word tonight. between here and there. Well put a distance the size of the ocean. so now his heart can beat a skipping rythm. As the cadence carries me.

Searching For A Former Clarity

No the doctors didn't tell you,. that you were dying.. They just collected their money,. And sent you on your way.. But you knew all along,. went on pretending nothing was wrong,.

Same Old Song

I'm sick of hearing the same old song. The same old heartbreaking story about some poor shit whose life sucks dick thinking he's gonna change the world through another angry song. Well I don't see progress just repetition same old songs about oppression. Another band that will break up in a year because no one in it really cared. Just in it so they could say they tried to their kids when they wonder why, why they let the world get to the point that it is.Yeah we've all tasted oppression but still we stand on division letting fashion taint our vision and thinking that our clothes alone damage the system..

Scream Until You're Coughing Up Blood

Everything. You got to hold on to. Everything. You relied on to be there is completely fucked. There's a skeleton of loyalty hanging in the gallows of your heart.

Rock 'n' Roll Bullshit

The chorus to this nights song is a predicted disgust.. A bootstrap appeal to the light of the T.V. Rock n Roll shit,. predicted hits, repeat and justify..

Reinventing Axl Rose

We want a band that plays loud and hard every night. That doesn't care how many people are counted at the door. That would travel one million miles. and ask for nothing more than a plate of food and a place to rest.