1. After The Eulogy
2. Rookie
3. Pariah Under Glass
4. When Rhetoric Dies
5. Still Waiting For The Punchline
6. The Abominations Of Those Virtuous
7. Our Time Honored Tradition Of Cannibalism
8. (Compassion) As Skull Fragments On
The Wall
9. My Life In The Knife Trade
10. Across Five Years
11. Twelve Step Hammer Program
12. Unspoken Request
13. The Force Majeure
14. Timothy
After The Eulogy
rise / written signed off in the obituary what
happened to us / where's your anger where's your fucking rage / watered
down senses lost lazy privileged denial and self gratified a tradition
passed down to / our blood stained hands give in give up / contented to
strive for new worthless slogans /we miss our potential for action and
substance / contended to lie in our boring vomit suggesting arrangements
while others are dying stand up fight back / how many starving millions
have to die on our front doorsteps / how many dying millions have to crawl
to our front doorsteps / where's your anger where's your fucking rage /
watered down senses lost / where's your anger where's your fucking rage
/ content and corrupted contrive and disgusting / dig a whole it's all
over forget the words and good intentions /unless we rise tear it down
/ rise
Rookie
i never thought this could be me / i guess you
never do until it's happening to you / like all the fun turns into shame
/ and all the "could have beens" rearrange / so little time so many crimes
guilt like a chain chokes my will away / redemption never seemed so cruel
/ and all my gods never seemed so weak / wake up engage now derailed and
enraged it used to be so easy / get up i'm game now sick and i'm tame counting
cost with lost / where is the hope they gave / don't think that i can't
hear you laugh / i used to be a lot like you but now i'm only me / drink
to pills to shots turns into shock a habit and a pawn / for every hand
goes round the pain gets so damned loud / the hammer hits and i'm down
/ trust no one / hey why should i they gave me the poison dressed like
life cheated smacked up and diseased cry to sleep and fight to eat / used
to be a pro at this / now I've broken my own wrist / rotten teeth and life
unsung you'll forget me when I'm gone
Pariah Under Glass
symbolized patronized and then tossed out dry revolution
or humiliation / promise the bread the wine a life that shines / pick them
up from the floor to get knocked down again / when you're bored with your
mission and a new one begins / ride - your new thrill ride / smug - it
suits you well /god - in your new science lab / master - of your new promised
land / echo care and fake some tears to show your opponent / throwing bones
with bread and circus to disguise the proof / you only empower yourself
when those in need become your new / test subjects in your smear campaign
101 / recycle control from their hands to your own every word is / dropping
empty promise again focus away from day to day for your own ends / their
means are dying / shame - the act is old / count - your saintly sermon
cells / angel - for your own rewards / bring - the mercy merchants down
When Rhetoric Dies
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 but what does
this mean to a little town in iowa where the jobs have gone downstream
down south and out / where their fingers used to work to the bone all day
/ profits rise and fall and starvation is a game / where is the food that
used to cover their table / where is the sense of pride at the end of the
day / to the face of a thriving corporation what could a dying family /
possibly say / on the face of every american worker / is the constant fear
that their job won't remain / as the c.e.o is planning his vacation to
kill or be killed is the nature of the beast / stand in line take a number
you sell your soul then watch it crumble / into a pile of rubble that used
to be / your job / your life / your family's daily bread dry and stale
malnourished kids / the house is sold for a degrading bid / do we continue
to talk or do we take a hammer to their chains
Still Waiting For The Punchline
i want to find the water / that will wash this
whole damned slate clean / break down / break up / we sleep in what we
create / right now i'm living so much hate / right here my sin's have all
been paid to you your friends / and for your sake / i feel dirty and so
depraved / my knees have bled to hold you here but now i've lost the taste
/ for lies force fed as time well spent / and if another angel says just
grin and bear it / i might be forced to smash his head against the wall
and never sin again against myself or trust in anyone / write me off for
suffering it's a joke / i give up
The Abominations Of Those Virtuous
we rely on subtle points and stabs at biting humor
to reveal our tired roles of slave and domination who did you enlighten
today humiliate to sell your point of view / create and image for mass
/ consumption insecurities as intellect / see your soul in your eyes hope
your trophies will not mind / i'm sick of this grain of salt that i must
take you with i wanna lash out but i bite my lip / the talk gets older
and the lines get stale / your chance at / godliness has already failed
/ you can't deny your thirst and drive for your time in the spotlight /
why are you so damned sure that you shut your friends out / i have learned
to shut out every hateful word you'll never see the friends you've lost
/ from behind your transparent mask / i haven't grown to hate you i've
just grown to forget you / you label me class rank and station your intellectual
masturbation you're absolutely intoxicated with your own mouth running
in circles / your tounge always tends to lose it / every chance you get
you abuse it / you have now spent a lifetime killing time / i'm sick and
tired of your reaction / why don't you shut the fuck up and when you discover
just how easy it is to impress without demanding attention for no reason
maybe you'll believe me / your own will to power has come back to haunt
you
Our Time Honored Tradition Of Cannabalism
from black panthers and the c.i.a. / into a sharp
wit with a stupid slag / we've gone and dug our own hole cause everybody
knows / we eat our own so busy fighting each other while the real bastards
fun for cover / we shoot our own leaders down before those in power get
the chance / so they sit back and laugh while we destroy ourselves / wakeup
and shut up we've become our worst enemy / turning inward to our own detriment
/ forgetting the message we were to end / we've lost count up victims roll
call / they're all our own look back at what we've done / drove out the
wrong side kicked sand in our own eyes / with every heroes welcome is another
group on the side / ready to fire if they step out of line / just one mistake
/ and jealous hands claw away hope for a better way you bought it forget
it goodbye / so saints be on your does and heroes be not proud / because
as soon as the people rise someone will tear you down wake up and shut
up we've become our worst enemy
(Compasion) As Skull Fragments On The Wall
front and center... / ten percent pulled apart
vilified tolerate but only to patronize / hang a noose like a crucifix
dangles high / leg breaking for your sheep becomes suicide / sticking to
your guns provokes an ugly picture / of a child gagging on those same guns
transforming more self loathing youth / from queers to corpses in two seconds
flat / you've got correction tape for every transgress / immediate approval
for distress / call out your icon from its whites washed tomb / your perversion
your blame your truth trigger finger prints in a pool of blood / pray for
us that our sins will come undone / now that you've decided in all of your
tirade / that we are not worthy to live / you will burn in hell for everyone
you've killed / for every drop of blood that you have ever spilled / diseased
and deranged / became a draining mass of death at your request / in your
prayers in your speeches you claim our death
My Life In The Knife Trade
how many times have you noticed that our eyes never
meet / from your judgment seat i can feel the anger for my very being /
fill me in on when you became such a big part of my life / that i should
bother with all your lies designed to bring me down wrong again don't depend
on any reaction again and i can see every lie that you ever told yourself
you bleed me dry and i don't ask why but i'm left with the dust / judas
kiss i dismiss thank you all for this i am untouched / wait again i'm not
through with the screaming / i contend that you've got nothing better to
do / trade my life for a barrel of gold find someone else before i get
too old / if i live my life for aesthetic gain will you repay me with all
your shame / i can see every light inside your brain go on every time i
walk by for noise and whispers / your comfort in my suffering is no longer
disturbing i'm lost beyond your petty stopwatch in life's real time / don't
get up i was leaving the room and when the door of your judgment swings
back around again maybe i'll stop to watch and i'll go on my way i've seen
quite enough of too many childish games i'm ashamed of every moment that
i ever gave them the time of day / all the worst of enemies are somehow
always friends that used to be
Across Five Years
i said i'm crazy one more time / picked up the
phone and wondered why / so many years of hidden / dreams pushed down too
far to ever win / locked doors / and hidden ghosts denied by myself with
every joke / this was not / this could never be me remembering so many
times so many lies / so many lies / ran so fast the years passed blind
/ so much / time lost killing five / whatever poision you may / drink another
list of "no's" persist / antique and out of reach / i lost my life and
take it back / crashed this side of happiness / hit the floor or hit and
miss without the strength to follow through / walked right past this life
in you / just one more kiss just one more chance / one more life or circumstance
one more call taking a chance on circumstance
Twelve Step Hammer Program
bring it on / i've got your life when I've got
your fear i'll give you all what you want to hear / you've got me figured
out so perfect / i'm on the couch lying to your face / just to see / what
you can cut and paste of my life on your next banner / wait I'm not finished
with you yet / race run frantic eating from my hand come on / scrape your
knees to the finish line the weak get pulled and you're left behind / you
think you know me feel the comfort / the rug gets swiped and you've fallen
down / so many times that you have kissed the ground / just for a piece
of fact or fiction / consider yourself the punchline in my new gag thank
you very much you've given us all a fantastic laugh / bring it on / nose
to nose and toe to toe tell me everything you know / or is everything for
show tabloid garbage in your fangs / suck you'll be duped again i get the
last laugh in the end
Unspoken Request
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 into murder innocence / on the rack of his devices
vices and designs / she will never scrub the stains from her arms from
her neck / from her legs the dirt will remain as a reminder of his hateful
face / reach in rip apart the inner fibers of her soul / boy you'll never
know how it feels to fear the shame / feel free to walk down any dark street
without fear / without shame no one is gonna touch you and you don't need
protection she shouldn't need protection! / and you can sit there with
that stupid smile on your face and try to convince me that you care defined
by your power / defined by her body the innocence she feels everybody else
contains it's lost it's gone but i guess it doesn't matter anyway / reach
in rip apart the inner fibers of her soul / and you can sit there with
that stupid smile on your face and try to convince me that you care defined
by your power defined by her body defined redefined fucked tortured and
discarded and if he ever cares maybe he will feel ashamed for everything
he's stolen for all the trust she gave possessed and broken she cries but
it's not our problem / pull down your goddamn blinds he will never think
he's wrong she will think you're wrong she will never feel quite right
The Force Majeure
on shift from 9 to 5 then from 6 to 3 steals the
soul machine forever tuning / class rebellion under noses the boss is feeding
on the living corpses / their broken backs call for us to rise / but for
now we'll all just smile and sympathize / denied movement now lost replaced
by fear / we ask nothing less then settle for nothing more / behold the
capitalists bathing in the blood of the working class / martyrs bleed until
spoken to / vultures get fat from the harness coup / revolution another
empty promise of the leftist elite / frustration another soul is crushed
under the rulers feet / and as the boot is forced into their teeth / our
safety is their defeat / your station has been assigned your rebellion
will be confined tired doctrines killing just as many as he leaders they
decry / their backs all well patted / for a job well done without the shackles
/ callused hands and drying hearts rise up and destroy the disease that
stole your soul