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Chapters 4: Blame (live At Eleven):
"broadcast. talking words. real words. painful words. makes you look so cheap. you can't stand on your own. and i have ceased to care. digging. digging deeper. digging for your precious heir. discredit. the job's too easy and so painful. and way to fucking real. the dirt is on your hands. the blood is in your hands. and i can see right through them. your only a receptacle for me. respectability is the weapon of the "in scene". dirt is law. new is wrong. can't we just let all this fall out of our laps again. how many sorrys does it take. well i'm sorry, so sorry that weren't cool enough. lies. time. pray for your inheritance. preys on your life.".
Chapters 3: Endorsement
[It is the belief of Marx that the personal is dead; that all is the political. Throughout history this can be seen as true; that the choices we make every day influence and shape the world around us. Edmund Bruce wrote in his book Reflections that government preyed on the basest instincts found in man; the fear of death and the desire to make money. Bruce found that government did not do anything to promote any ideals or values; all that was left was death and taxes (the often cited "only sure things") and people were left empty and suspicious of one another. Imagine the American citizenry as a group of rats squabbling over refuse found in a garbage, fighting viciously fighting with one another over that one piece of rancid cheese, while the real rats (big business, government) sit in their great halls and eat their pounds of flesh. This distrust and fear of each other has permeated every aspect of American life. A stranger is treated with fear and distrust at best, and outright hostility at worst. The media fosters this distrust by airing and reporting the most brutal sensationalized stories possible. The American citizen must learn to trust their fellow man again and realize whom the real criminals are.].
Chapter 6: Resection
"now my life is full of so many simple crutches. they help me walk they help me sleep the help me suffer. hte love was never there and I just didn't seeit. the weapons take on so many painful attachments, the faces change but they all tell the same damn story. the love was never there and I just didn't see it. the love was never there and now I don't think I even care..
Chapter 5: My Own Restrains
[Exemplifying the current standards placed on United States political officials, the relaxation of many ethics has come to warp and often replace the code of conduct originally expressed in writing to protect against corruption. Once in place, a new code of ethics can be loopholed to then to another, and then to another. Change is not the culprit, instead investment in bending moral practices to suit personal and singular liberty blures the already networked and confusing practice of law and lawmaking. Not seeing the cycle, politicians all too often fall prey to the "Washington" way of life. In this way, then, traditions and attitudes are fostered in this moral enviornment. It may be stated, with a certain amount of reassurance, that a country which was founded on the idea of illegal (example b:1) and unethical expansionism cannot prosper in a way that is beneficial to the whole of humankind. One act of terror and murder neturally leads itself to another act of retaliation. It has been theorized that that the human animal learns by example. We can look at this in a personal level; a father beats his wife, the son beats his wife, and in this way a violent cycle is founded. The truly unfortunate and important aspect of this succession is that most people believe their actions to be not only correct but inherently plausible and morally justifiable.].
Chapter 4: Blame (live At Eleven)
"broadcast. talking words. real words. painful words. makes you look so cheap. you can't stand on your own. and i have ceased to care. digging. digging deeper. digging for your precious heir. discredit. the job's too easy and so painful. and way to fucking real. the dirt is on your hands. the blood is in your hands. and i can see right through them. your only a receptacle for me. respectability is the weapon of the "in scene". dirt is law. new is wrong. can't we just let all this fall out of our laps again. how many sorrys does it take. well i'm sorry, so sorry that weren't cool enough. lies. time. pray for your inheritance. preys on your life.".
Chapter 3: Endorsement
[It is the belief of Marx that the personal is dead; that all is the political. Throughout history this can be seen as true; that the choices we make every day influence and shape the world around us. Edmund Bruce wrote in his book Reflections that government preyed on the basest instincts found in man; the fear of death and the desire to make money. Bruce found that government did not do anything to promote any ideals or values; all that was left was death and taxes (the often cited "only sure things") and people were left empty and suspicious of one another. Imagine the American citizenry as a group of rats squabbling over refuse found in a garbage, fighting viciously fighting with one another over that one piece of rancid cheese, while the real rats (big business, government) sit in their great halls and eat their pounds of flesh. This distrust and fear of each other has permeated every aspect of American life. A stranger is treated with fear and distrust at best, and outright hostility at worst. The media fosters this distrust by airing and reporting the most brutal sensationalized stories possible. The American citizen must learn to trust their fellow man again and realize whom the real criminals are.].
Chapter 2: In The Wilderness... No One Can Hear You Scream
(Often in the process of electing political officials, the voices and ideas of candidates other than those offered by the two major political parties, fall upon deaf ears..
Chapter 1: Vehicle
[The average American citizen is taught to be passive. He learns at an early age that obedience and submission will lead to a reward, often unattainable and almost always at his own detriment. Marx discussed this idea in Das Kapital when he refers to religion as being the opiate of the people. It is painfully obvious that this allusion to religion can be applied to anything that citizens follow blindly, whether it be radical ideology because of its inherent shock value, patriotism, television idols, or media instilled demagogues. The citizen must learn that the truth will not be spoon-fed to them. The citizen must learn the beauty of doubt, for all they have to lose is their chains.].
Channel
In demonstration our failures all aside We can burn. this whole fucking system down And drive the bastards. out Spit in the cynic's eye Has passion all run dry.
Cavity
fall, kneel and beg. crying and blind. just try harder. and you will find the way to everlasting sight. don't take this light away, it never did you any harm.
Candence
In this culture I am just the meat for vultures to pick until. My beauty shows for your glossy covers and in the classy circles smother. Have I nothing more to give.
Cadence
In this culture I am just the meat for vultures. To pick until my beauty shows. For your glossy covers and in classy circles smother. Have I nothing more to give.
Bonus Track 1
Not in the running. But this rain is nothing new to me anyway. See my reflection. No where near who I should be. The spirit is willing. But the anchors of my flesh do hold me down.
Bonus Track
My hands are washed clean. But I still haven't forgotten. Your hands will never wash clean. You will be forgotten.. . Related. . 26 Best Breakup Songs Of All Time.
Bled Dry
Hate is a strong word. but not strong enough. for a vision so bereft of life. Pseudo intellect. stuck in the artifacts. of distant glories passing you on by.
Blame (live At Eleven)
Broadcast talking words, real words, painful words make. you look so cheap. You can't stand on your own, and I have ceased to care. Digging, digging deeper for your precious heir.
Bathory's Sainthood
Do you feel alive now. Now that you own the dead. Preying on the corpses. Their hearts no longer fed. . Your sainthood is obvious on every starving face.
Another Badge Of Courage
They say that what does not kill you. Only makes you stronger. Well, maybe some of us. Are just too sick and tired. . Of being so damn strong. And I can't reach for a reason.
After The Eulogy
Rise, Rise, Rise, Rise, Rise, Rise, Rise, Rise. Written signed off. In the obituary. What happened to us. . Where's your anger. Where's your fucking rage.
Across Five Years
i said im crazy one more time. pick up the phone and wonder why. so many years of hidden drinks pushed down too far to ever win. locked doors. and hidden ghosts denied myself with every joke.
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