1. |
Shot Down
03:22
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Hello officer, how can I help today
Let me get my story straight and be on my way
I’m just a kid, sixteen, tryin’ to get drunk
But you just see me as a little scum-fucking punk
Get your pen and pad, take a seat, take some notes
Wait a second while i role a joint and take a toke
You’re just another pig on the states pay role
Snortin’ evidence off your partner’s shiny pistol
(Cause I want to) see a pig ignite
(And I want to) get my gun in sight
(I want to) hear a body drop
I want to kill a cop tonight
Fuck the pigs who say they hold up order
When they’re down south fucking with our borders
A brothers down below fighting society to be free
But all you think about is keeping them in poverty
Where are you while junkies get jumped a lot
and where were you when my ma’s out sellin’ pot
and where are you while our soldiers are getting shot
You’ll be stuffin’ your face at the local donut shop
(Cause I want to) see a pig ignite
(And I want to) get my gun in sight
(I want to) hear a body drop
I want to kill a cop tonight
A 9mm and a three piece suit
That sixteen year old kid has it pointed at you
The bronze feel no remorse for the ones behind locked bars
As i blow your fucking brains across your cop car
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2. |
In My Mind
02:51
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Can’t walk on the yellow line, healthy body safe mind
Playin’ in my ear and i’m gonna be just fine
Stumble back from shop n’ go
my stomach finally explodes
How did I get so low?
I wanne be left alone
Doin’ time, in my mind,
feelin fine is just a line,
Pretending to be fine cause I wanna be left alone
Saw her walkin’ out the door, with a guy she never new before
What a dollish coffee whore, bite my tongue and say no more
Light another cigarette, begins to feel excessive yet
Ha Ha Ha
I wanne be left alone
Doin’ time, in my mind,
feelin fine is just a line,
Pretending you’re mine and I wanna be left alone
Drug my self til’ I’m living in my own world
On the floor feelin’ like I’m gonna fucking hurl
Tellin’ everyone that I’m finally feeling fine
Lyin’ to everyone that I’m fucking feeling fine
Well one things up, cause my legs not prosthetic
Cheer me up while I wait for paramedics
Tellin’ everyone that I’m finally feeling fine
Lyin’ to everyone that I’m fucking feeling fine
Lookin’ back, you don’t know what i’m thinking
I feel regret but it all comes back to you
Wastin time, passed out in my basement dyin’
Forget the times while I draw another fatty line
Lookin’ back, you don’t know what i’m thinking
I feel regret but it all comes back to you
Passin time, waisted in my bathroom dyin’
Forget the times while I draw another fatty line
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3. |
A Thousand Times
03:09
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I don't want to be touched
And I don't want to talk
Leave me alone
Because I don't give a fuck
This is my life
And these are my choices
I'll cover my ears
But I'll still hear your voices
You're not my friend (You're what i don't need)
Don't ask again (Cause i won't plead)
A thousand times (I've been there before)
I think i can handle going through it once more
You're not my friend (You're what i don't need)
Don't ask again (Cause i won't plead)
A thousand times (I've been there before)
I think i can handle going through it once more
You say that we're friends
You act like you know
Pretend that we're pals
But you're nothing, just a foe
Go worship your God
Go pray to your Lord
Just leave me alone
And don't talk anymore
You're not my friend (You're what i don't need)
Don't ask again (Cause i won't plead)
A thousand times (I've been there before)
I think i can handle going through it once more
You're not my friend (You're what i don't need)
Don't ask again (Cause i won't plead)
A thousand times (I've been there before)
I think i can handle going through it once more
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4. |
The Old Lie
03:26
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Send me all your huddled masses
Your tired and your poor
Your bravest and your brightest
So i can send them off to war
With promises of grandeur
Hopes for a better life
Seduce a generation
To suffer in your fight
Five thousand years of history
The only progress I can see
We kill with more precision
In greater numbers, over pettier divisions
Five thousand years of history
Carried out so violently
Headlines on television
Masking the content of this ruinous condition
Bleeding on the front lines
And if your soul your "God" can't save
Ship me back to D.C.
And dig me a mass grave
Or build me a memorial
A grand victorious sight
And tell your kids the old lie
It's glorious to die
Five thousand years of history
The only progress I can see
We kill with more precision
In greater numbers, over pettier divisions
Five thousand years of history
Carried out so violently
Headlines on television
Masking the content of this ruinous condition
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Corruption lies, with infinate ties, while prescription drug costs rise
These corporations already have you addicted, so they can name the price
Our minds are being depleted, from useful information, that could put us ahead of the game
So people like Dr. 90210, can bask in their pitiful fame
People are forgetting what they were born for
Our children are in school, but they no longer perform
We're being treated for symptoms we can't feel
This hypocrisy's unreal
People still die, while the corporations lie, and the lower class works to get by
These legal drugs cause more problems then solutions, but our kids stay tranquilized
Imaginary symptoms, with hypothetical solutions, that drive our youth insane
So people that could one day change the world, die out from your provoked pain
People are forgetting what they were born for
Our children are in school, but they no longer perform
We're being treated for symptoms we can't feel
This hypocrisy's unreal
Drug our children right
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6. |
America Besieged
04:16
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7. |
Viascum
02:11
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On the covers, in the stories, of your favorite magazines
Is the sex and the scandals, but what do they mean?
They are mass produced in a slaving factory
A fresh printed copy of some pseudo history
Now the boys and the girls are learning to read
This propaganda fueled by gluttony and greed
The conglomerations are planting their seeds
In the helpless minds of the American teens
The people are a target to the media's blinding light
Broadcast channel zombies and we tune in every night
False religious concepts that infect our mental thought
Like flies to steam shit their corporate products will be bought
The people are a target to the media's blinding light (I have no mind, I have no thought)
Broadcast channel zombies and we tune in every night (No opinions to be fought)
False religious concepts that infect our mental thought (Change the channel, change my brain)
Like flies to steam shit their corporate products will be bought (Someone bring me useless fame)
So they put down the mags, they turn on the T.V.
But what are they watching? It's MTV and E!
The same bullshit stories that we've all heard before
Instead of real news like politics and war
So they're sitting and they're watching, like a horde of zombies
While the Feds and the Central Banks steal our money
And our leaders fluctuate a falling economy
Plus the mindless continue to support a capitalist dream
The people are a target to the media's blinding light (I have no mind, I have no thought)
Broadcast channel zombies and we tune in every night (No opinions to be fought)
False religious concepts that infect our mental thought (Change the channel, change my brain)
Like flies to steam shit their corporate products will be bought (Someone bring me useless fame)
The people are a target to the media's blinding light (I have no mind, I have no thought)
Broadcast channel zombies and we tune in every night (No opinions to be fought)
False religious concepts that infect our mental thought (Change the channel, change my brain)
Like flies to steam shit their corporate products will be bought (Someone bring me useless fame)
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8. |
Fade Away
03:17
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Back when we were in high school
Everyone was lookin’ good and feelin’ cool
But I got to walk down the halls with you
All the other kids snarled at our “special brew”
I’d take you home to sit on my couch
By ourselves in the basement of my parents house
Stay up all night watching videos
cuddle all alone when your toes were cold
I always saw our love as full grown
So i would write you endless poems
You told me that you’d never leave
You said it’d always be you and me
But now things have up and gone astray
And i still think about you everyday
Trapped in my room now all alone
In the cold watching old videos
When my phone rings I still hope it’s you
And the fact that this is never true
It makes it so much harder to say
(I just want to fall in love again)
Still when our song plays i pray for you
And knowing there’s nothing I can do
(I want someone to hold my hand)
It’s really hard for me to understand
That you can feel this way towards another man
because every girl I’ve met since that dreadful day
Compared to you has been pathetic, in every way
But i need to find a way to move along
Because holding on to you is feeling wrong
I just wish someone could understand
That i just can’t fall in love again
When my phone rings I still hope it’s you
And the fact that this is never true
It makes it so much harder to say
(I just want to fall in love again)
Still when our song plays i pray for you
And knowing there’s nothing I can do
It makes it oh-so hard to say
(I want someone to hold my hand)
You told me things would get better
When I downed all of your liquor
You told me everything would be okay
That nothing ever would go astray
But I’m still left here and I’m all alone
To sit and wait by my telephone
You told me things would be okay
That our love couldn’t fade away
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