1. Accion Directa
2. We've Cheapened Everything
3. Buried With The Masses
4. Assembly Line
5. Grasp
6. You're Fucked
7. Homeless Feat
8. False Reality
9. Escape
10. Hated Of Society
Falling Sickness
Accion Directa
Monta as en Chiapas Cubiertas en sangre Indios
muertos mujeres y ninos. Gobiernos no creen Que somos seres humanos
Somos las victimas De la maquina del estado. Nada importa sino la
NAFTA Vendieron la tierra por poco dinero. Es tiempo de acabar las
injusticias. Es tiempo de guerra, es tiempo de guerra. Tiempo
de guerra... revolution! Solados unidos La selva herida El pueblo
unido No estas convencido? Nos mandan a matar a nuestros hermanos.
Y luego tratan de robar las riquezas. Este mundo se va acabar si
no hacemos nada. La musica no cambia nada, sin accion directa.
We've Cheapened Everything
we'll slaughter the hours and poision all chance.
enhance our decay and do it again, and do it again. and wait for
tomorrow to do it again. we love to act like we'll last forever.
but we live like we're already dead. we're doing it now, we're doing
it right now. and wait for tomorrow to do it again. so gather
your books and burn every page you've read. and swallow a mountain
of shit for every word you've said. and disassemble your dreams as
we cheapen everything. master the role that we're not, then do it
again. played the part so long, we forgot, our intent within.
until it only makes sense to cheapen everything. we've cheapened
everything. we love to act like we'll last forever. but we
live like we're already dead.
Buried With The Masses
another prearranged tragic accomplishment.
the press writes it off as wonderful and brilliant. despair and poverty
awaits, trickles from the elite. Bill Mahr debates as world executives
secretly meet. so whistle while you work, at digging our own graves.
just keep it a secret, and we get buried with the masses. a gloabal
government, a modern day manor farm. the rich indulge, rape the poor,
the rest unalarmed. any questions are drilled right to the ground.
the hand that feeds the hopeless cannot be found. so whistle while
you work, at digging our own graves. just keep it a secret...
as they insult us with the notion that we are equal. and that we
are useless without their "higher understanding". race for survival
and battle for the scraps. the 1% will prosper and its people buried
last.
Assembly Line
out in the wastelands of this empire's decay.
dungeons of construction trade hard labor for cheap pay. no experience
is required for you're part of the experiment. compelled by orders
for some unknown mass development. punch in your life, some never
punch out. in this giant cage of rotting flesh, no one dares speak
out. as the spur wheel keeps spinning, the spur wheel keeps spinning.
the spur wheel will profit for no one but upstairs. on the assembly
line. packed in like rats in this stale factory. marching down
aisles as the dead surround me. under cameras that record every subtle
demand. this place will defeat every pulsating hand. pieces
you construct, you know nothing about. but the faster you build them
the more parts they ship out. as the spur wheel keeps spinning, the
spur wheel keeps spinning. the spur wheel will profit for no one
but upstairs. on the assembly line. is there anyway out of
here? any comfort in this delusion? when ends have been met,
must one's soul be defeated? we joke and laugh about it. then
bitch and whine about it. the trick's not to think about it.
back on the line, i've had it. grab a hammer and don't forget the
broom. tear down the drywall, peel the paint, we must make room.
for new machines to replace the outdated worker's haste. the pesky
underpaid thousands can all share life's tomb. on the assembly line.
punch in your life, some never punch out.
Dysentery
Grasp
can you grasp all that they have told you or can
you see the stories unfolding? we grip their lies and hold them real
tight. we memorized slogans for some hypnotic pride. it started
before we knew it began. with a fuckin' pledge, brainwashed egos.
leaving nothing, just mindless thought with a pointless message.
can you grasp that you're about to follow or can you see that the deception
lies within? we spend our lives darkend in the corners, too afraid
to speak thoughts from our own minds. now i know you never spoke
the truth. slaughtered nations through your genocide. you gave
in and i hope i never will. its time to memorize slogans for my own
kind. they drug us out of this shit and into their lies, just so
we could feel pride in what we fuckin' kill. and the end result is
my revolt. if only i can make my gesture real, i'd grab you by the
throat.
You're Fucked
its time to leave home and prove your manly shit.
you think you'll make a difference in this fucked up world. we're
in talking about peace when all you do is kill. you learn to drop
those bombs. the oppressed will learn to drive the tanks to blow
up others homes. man you're leavin' thousands homeless and you think
you're in control? you're just a hypocrite. the things you
say, so full of shit. i won't believe your lies, cause your murders
can't be justified. you're a hypocrite. you're arogant.
you're willing.
Homeless Feat
so you think you're all alone in societys complaint.
you're in the crooked streets dealing with the bastards restraints on how
to be a free human being without the suits and vests. but they act
like these different situations don't need to be addressed. these
fucked up structures of life aren't for everyone. you see just take
a see. to think about these familys starving in our streets.
its blind and selfish. i'll never understand the lack of respect
to a helpless vet and other people's human decency. don't try to
sell me this corporate crap. we can't make a difference when your
so full of shit. we can't ignore the problems of our homeless streets.
we gotta stand together and tear this homeless system down.
False Reality
you've been tryin' for so long to ignore the rising
problems that are in our streets. but how many lives must it take
before you realize that repression stems from the rejection we create.
can't you see their face, or are you livin' in a false reality. doesn't
it make you think that maybe we need a better community. do you ask
yourself why, why they starve. while we abuse their needs.
our gain is their loss. when we make their reality scream.
can't you see their pain within. i'm tryin' to see what's justified
with denying these people. a fuckin' life but now that it seems so
clear that you've already closed your eyes. just waiting for things
to disapear. now we call the parks our home so you put up a chain
link fence and banned us from a wooden bench. so how many lives must
it take before you realize our repression stems from the rejection you
create.
Escape
you may think that i seem unreal from your reality,
but its in your eyes that i can see you're just as scared as me.
of all the things to come i can't handle this shit. so i fuckin'
run. you refused the ones who cared, then gave in to the ones you
hate. cause you and i both know that everyone needs a chance to escape.
now my escape seems unreal. its found in a empty bottle of pills,
but the pain is still inside. it fucks with my mind. gotta
get fucked up. makes me feel better thats just another lie.
i found light and i found it through a straw. didn't even care.
i was numb to the world. empty bottles equaled empty fuckin' minds.
didn't have a thought but i thought i was fine. i refused the ones
who cared. everyone needs a chance to escape. i gave up cause
i didn't have the guts. everyone needs a chance to escape.
Hated Of Society
everytime we walk the streets we're the hated of
society. breakin' the mark of your routine. of what it is you
had to be, never ask me why you never even try to understand whats in my
head or what i'm thinkin' deep inside. cause everytime you look at
me, you turn away. feelin' pretty lost. we're pretty much the
same. we're all lookin' for some comfort in a common place, but the
label you have givin' us remains the same. hated of society.
we don't give a fuck about these labels or your stupid order. we
just say, you just think we don't really care about what's goin' on in
our world. well you're wrong. you'll never take the time to
try and understand cause we're just some punks of today. you just
think that we're all scum, but you don't even know us. so just admit
that you're wrong!