1. Pure
2. Cringe
3. The Fine Art Of Falling
4. Another Badge Of Courage
5. Swingset
6. The Power Remains The Same
7. In Hope
8. Toy Gun Anthem
9. Cadence
10. 65 Factory Outlets
11. Hometown Report Card
12. Bonus Track
Pure
My mouth is full of your inspiration Cut me, size
me down for your regulation Nothing stands so close to driving Nothing
gets tense or biting Nothing stands in the way It's all right Your walls
are still white Location is everything, or so it seems Writing down all
your "wrongs" or "rights" In a book you call your own Stand down Silence
kills the revolution All that remains stagnant Dies submission is your
resolve They've given you all the calls Sucker punched again Blind... blind...
blind.
Cringe
My eyes have burned With a fire that I could not
prevent It burned their nation's children And crushed their patriot Dead
the hate we sent them so many years ago Returned to haunt them Leads us
against the foe With out fire Their land Our fire Their wounds My hands
are cold with your blood Torn to shreds with our kill toys Sit back and
watch the fun Rated, screened, censored, sedated Spoon-fed their noxious
lies So many times we've watched silently.
Fine Art Of Falling
I could lie here for a day Tongue tied and out
classed Never missing their world that used to be my life And I can't remember
what it was That I always wanted But it should have always been this rhyme
and reason Not withstanding Folded into beauty And if I hold this here
forever I will never down And when I loose my ground I can always remember
This is my reason You are my reason to stay I have shed this dry hard shell
Traded its comfort for your eyes Played with denial And then denied my
own defenses It's no longer a part of me These questions, in security You
will always be the most magnificent creation.
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 to look in your eyes Like
it doesn't matter at all. Falling down, crying out And I'll remember spinning
around in circles Just anticipating what the next stranger is going to
do to me And I'll remember what you did to me Lying on your kitchen floor
Burning with hate I want to rip your hands off I want to rip your tongue
out For every time I have cried Every time you have lied Pushed down Laughing
in my face Pain I've never felt Hate I've never screamed And I can't still
remember that fucking look in your eyes Screaming at me like it doesn't
matter at all And now eyes will always lie.
Swingset
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 feel the screams Growing louder every day Crying out for a new rain
Manipulate my submission To push this pain onto myself Mama said that she
would save me The angels said that they would save me I can fly I can away
So why does the pavement Look so damn close.
The Power Remains The Same
Spineless bastards Blood caked bones to bang their
drums Resonates in all of us as we dance like suckers In blind delusion
Kissing the master's feet Kissing the master's ring Sacrifice ourselves
and others to their charm We cheer with every bomb blast ripping through
every village Mourning our parents of disemboweled children We split their
faces We laugh in their faces Kill yourself with a noose of your own device
Strangle off the flowers and leave the thorns to fight Let the peasants
eat shit They're surely used to it Our lives grow on And when the next
group of unfortunates get their turn at the gas chambers How loud will
you cheer for the soldiers marching them on The rich stay rich And the
poor die of quietly The power remains the same.
In Hope
In hope this little angel will be free from all
of their poisons And in hope I grind my knees into the floor Praying that
he'll never have to feel the pain I have felt Walking through glass ignorant
pain in my feet His little sweet hands, innocent face so unaware of what
lies in waiting In hope, there will be forever waiting for you In hope
you'll never look back and hate these days I've held your hands Falling
away Changing each day to his own fate until I am needed no more for his
comfort or his joy In hope there's an answer And in hope I cry But I am
beaten still the same by this subtle game As he breaks away I turn my face
to the sky for a way to decline These fairy tales that will mold into nightmares
This fate laid out in my hands unatoned I descend into my Own decision
In hope I can turn this page Falling away Changing each day to this own
fate When I feel him I go running on his own Wait for something that more
there is not.
Toy Gun Anthem
You're just another anthem Guided by the bullet
And you can take this all to hell With your fucking victims Down a toast
of their blood with your wine While refining your ego's defense The glory
of bullets, the fire, the mobs action to riot Your keen sense of interest
in the revolution will end With the stains of innocence on your hands The
flags that divide us grow stronger With your plastic refinement Plaster
your picture of heads Lining your mantle Define your heresy with streets
Lined with their entrails Your murders reek of their guns Your motives
reek of their kind When you've fooled the people With your selfish intentions
You can bask in the warmth Of your thugs in action When it all comes down
You decide we're just looking for another leader To bring us down Your
anthem will die with you Like all those before you Killing off the masses
that you Claim to liberate Back to square one As the swine take on the
faces Of their masters.
Cadence
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 And I would rather starve than
lose this body I would rather starve than lose your acceptance I need your
love I just need someone's approval To put me back again Is this skin all
you want Are aesthetics all you need Is this where I stand My eyes will
always show my empty soul As you divert you eyes to my body (It's nothing
to you, but it matters to me) I'm nothing to you but this shell that you
see Rotting flesh for your eyes Wilting beauty for every goddamn girl to
compare to Dear god, why can't I be Dear god, why can't I be more like
him, more like her More or less like you.
65 Factory Outlets
I wont lay my dreams on your alter of sacrifice
Take it The lies that you hold dear No longer affect me As your life is
bought and sold I'll sit back and laugh at your... Burning... Draining...
Dying... world. Dried out killed overused Drained of all that you give
Don't expect another contender to be the object of this abuse I've given
up on the dying It never gave me your peace Smile big sit straight now
Let go of all your dreams (bleed yourself dry boy) You've made your decision,
I've made mine So you can save your breath Selling me on your death Choose
your own death You're already dead.
Hometown Report Card
I used to love you I can't stand the sight of your
fucking face You have helped to build The walls that keep me in my place
The trust I gave no longer comforts The trust I gave in you've broken under
And all that lies you've etched in your stone Will not affect me on my
attention You hands nailed bleeding in true martyr form Your neutral standpoint
has left me standing alone I'm sick of excuses; I'm tired of lies I'm tired
of fools like you wasting my time Hands of my soul, you can't control (hands
off my fucking soul) And I hope your new friends will treat you just as
well For all the hard work you've done to gain their acceptance Fuck you.
Bonus Track
My hands are washed clean. But I still haven't
forgotten. Your hands will never wash clean. You will be forgotten.