We raise the flags and statues to our mission. We've spoken out in slogans and in campaigns. . Talked and talked on almost every issue. Where oppression of the masses is the constant theme.
They don't even have to kick down our doors. We let them in with a smile and a thank you. Media ingrained police state. Our fears create the cycle of reliance.
Wheels turn crush me, I am the machine. Heaven helps those who forget to dream. I see a spark, great is what we are. Eyes toward my reward, compensated for.
Failed coercion. Leads to intrusion. And the blood forever runs. In her hair. Into her hands. Between her legs. Where his mind lies. . Power drives him on.
The pooling of blood From your neck to the floor Makes a beautiful trophy To parade and even the score Their words in stone of persuasion in sound Fall on open ears And sewn shut mouth taught the answers Ignored the questions As we vomit choke and die Truth is truth is lie As history portrays this time Truth is truth is blind Their money pays for the transcripts we sign Derailed from birth designed to serve Everyone knows the solution to the problems We bought Credentials unneeded decide for you The books are written our choice is proof..
Failed coercion leads to intrusion. And the blood forever runs in her head. Into her hands between her legs. Where his mind lies. . Power drives him in to murder innocence.
You're just another anthem guided by your bullet. And you can take this all to hell with your fucking victims. . Down a toast of their blood with your wine.
Ends and means. Redemption. Of your past are painful reminders. . Take these wings. And make good on all the promises. Unkept in this life. The judgments weighed against you.
The pooling of blood. From your neck to the floor. Makes a beautiful trophy. To parade and even the score. Their words in stone of persuasion in sound.
On shift from 9 to 5. And then from 6 to 3. Steals the soul; machine forever turning. . Class rebellion. Under our noses. The boss is feeding on living corpses.
My life. Charred remains of a flame that's burned out. My lips move but they won't make a sound. I stand motionless, eyes to the ground. . Back for more.
On shift from 9 to 5. And then from 6 to 3. Steals the soul; machine forever turning. . Class rebellion. Under our noses. The boss is feeding on living corpses.
we rely on subtle points and stabs at biting humor. to reveal our tired roles of slaves and domination. who did you enlighten today humiliate to sell your point of veiw.
How many triggers. Take down an innocent victim?. What does your badge cover up?. How much training does it take. To look into his mother's eyes?. And lie to cover up.
I am here, take this. I can't feel anyway. I can't hurt, I can't bleed. But I can kneel as well as you once did. . Deep inside, I can hear the screams.
We rely on subtle points. and stabs at biting humour. to reveal our tired roles. of slave and domination. . who did you enlighten today. humiliate to sell your point of view.
I've seen it before. Everyone seems eloquently bored. The laughter stops and starts again too forced. So what's the use in trying anymore. Nothing makes you stop and notice.
Just enough freedom to forget you're a slave. Just enough anger to make sure we get paid. Easy does it, baby, don't lose your head. . Cause we both now.
I never thought this could be me. I guess you never do. 'Til it's happening to you. . Like all the fun turns into shame. And all the could-have-beens.
Life is full. Of so many simple crutches. It helps me walk, it helps me sleep. It helps me suffer. (Cry out). Love was never there. (Cry out). And I just didn't see it.