You've got to quit your little charade and join the freak parade. Now that your road has been paved from conception to your grave. Enormous things to do, others' practices to eschew.
despite that he saw blatant similarity. he struggled to find a distinctive moiety. all he found was vulgar superficiality. but he focused it to sharpness.
You've got to quit your little charade and join the freak parade. Now that your road has been paved from conception to your grave. Enormous things to do others' practices to eschew.
Since the start of the 17th century. There's been the scent of unseasoned wood. Burning in the air. And the conquest of nature meant nothing at all. While we betray exception.
Neighbors, no one loves you like he loves you. And no one cares like he cares. Neighbors, let us join today in the holy love of God and money. Because neighbors, no one loves you like he loves you.
Bad Religion - The Unknown. . Every day we profit so,. Leaning towards the great unknown, asking how it pertains to tomorrow.. . And for places we've not been,.
Oh yeah!. A study of history reveals an unflagging appeal to mystery. You talk about abstraction at the top of the list. But you might as well get pissed, cause in me the essence does not exist, no-oh-oh.
Catch a shooting star and put it in your pocket. And your pants will start on fire. One bird in the hand or two birds in the bush. Neither do you any good, when you're stuck in the quagmire.
Desolate and without purpose. Radiating from so many septic sources. Forming the fabric of a wayward people. Disappearing as the vestiges of our past.
Neighbours, nobody loves you like we do.. Neighbors, your government has triumphed in finally making you a public fit. for the 21st century.. Never before has a governing body shown so much concern for the economic.
{Neighbors, nobody loves you like we do. Neighbors, your government has triumphed in finally making you. A public fit for the 21st century. Never before has a governing body shown so much concern.
Neighbours, nobody loves you like we do.. Neighbors, your government has triumphed in finally making you a public fit. for the 21st century.. Never before has a governing body shown so much concern for the economic.
You want prosperity. For yourself, but not for me. Somehow you just can't see. We're in this collectively. . You think that freedom is. A drastic severance.
Seeds of rebellion lay outside your front door. If you nourish them and water them. They'll grow into a healthy, what for?. And if revolution isn't what's in store.
How do you know what you can be if you can't see where you are going?. What breaks the silence?. Misery can make you see where you belong. It's a dangerous stage, but the show must go on.
Let's gather 'round the carcass of the old deflated beast. We've seen it through the accolades and rested in its lea. Syntactic is our elegance, incisive our disease.
There's a world outside but I can't really make it. There's a life to lead but I can't exactly fake it. Yet the mood feels right. But my island is sinking out of sight.
Our apocalypse 1981. Teenage vagrants looking for some fun. A renewed promise of prosperity. A vulgar platform for the world to see, we were. . The hippy killers.
oh me oh my. get out of your 1950's fantasy,. your face shines with misery. transparently. spew out that sobering. half-assed victim rhetoric. make 'em all squirm.
the framework of the world. is black and white. the infrastructure builders. flex their might. . turning true emotion. into digital expression. one by one we all fall down.