All Those Wasted Calling Cards (From Forever
Now Comp.)
So here's my story, one more time. With fast beats
and words that rhyme. Once again the same old song and dance. Same old
story of failed romance. From 3 hours to three thousand miles, lots of
words. Lots of smiles, bullshit promises, broken dreams. Don't you see
that you lied to me? It's your fault, no one else. You can blame me, just
not to blame yourself. Why did you make this so hard? Another night, another
calling card. We are not both to blame, that is just an excuse and it is
really lame. Now it's your fault that I am this way. Itís hard to forget
all the things that you would say. Iíll take this lesson, now I've learned.
Thereís no one I can trust, without being burned. Lets take this chance,
weíve made our break. No good-byeís lets just go our separate ways. Itís
your fault, no one else. You can blame me, just not to blame yourself.
Why did you make this so hard? Another night, another calling card.
Fur Is For Fucks (by KYI and Ron G.) (From East
Connected: Results Comp.)
Fur is for fucks, People who don't care, looking
for status in the clothes the you wear. As long as you look good, who cares
about their pain, animals killed for fashion? How could you be so vain?
You have no respect for life so why should I respect yours? spending thousands
on death just to be fashions whore. How dare you choose which ones live
or die, it's not just a product, these are fucking lives. Fur is for fucks
with hypocritical views, ignoring the trappers and all that they do. Viscous
traps, and skins ripped from (their) hides how dare you decide who lives
and who dies! what you see as fashion, I see as a holocaust. You don't
care about their suffering, don't care about the cost...
Time Donít Heal A Thing (Sheer Terror cover song)
(From East Connected: Results Comp.)
"Hello. How are ya babe" itís been a long, long
time. Iíve only brought some stamps, cigarettes and a bottle of wine. I
know Iím probably the last person that you wanted to hear from, but so
much time has passed, I figured "what the hell". Time heals all wounds
but the razors mark across my wrist, and itís my blood that flows so freely
from this pen. For all the time we had the good, the bad, the in between
Iíll probably never know a better day, no I never will. And when it fell
apart, it broke my will, it broke my heart. Now I pass the time with cheap
talk, cheap wine and cheap thrills. Time heals nothing but the scars across
my hands and knees, and Iím afraid that I am crawling back again. Time
heals nothing-it doesnít heal a thing. It donít heal time, time donít heal
a thing... Iím not expecting you to take me back or take me in. I know
itís far too gone for everything to mean anything anymore. Maybe, just
maybe I wanted to see whatís become of you. Or maybe I just wanted to say
goodbye...
Words Without Actions (From Punk Uprisings 2
Comp.)
the people lead, the leaders will follow.
it's an old cliche, that seems hard to swallow. one person makes
a difference, most people think not, but i believe one person can accomplish
a lot. this shit is getting played, but its not fucking dead.
let's cut through all the bullshit its time to use our heads. the
youth of today aren't turning shit around, just beating a tired drum into
the ground. words without actions will quickly be ignored.
if your only in this for the fun then there's the fucking door. pick
out a cause, do what you know is right. if your backs against the
wall, be prepared to fight. take a stand for the things that you
need. lead by example, and others will take heed. if you do
what is right, your goals you might reach. it all starts out by standing
up for what you believe. its a movement about justice, doesn't matter
how you dance. its a movement about peace, so get your head out of
your ass.
Hippie Song (From Warped Tour 2001 Tour Comp.)
So much to say but hasnít it all been said? Will
we heed the words or ignore them instead? We canít keep going at this violent
pace, rainforest destruction, what a terrible waste. What gives you the
right to destroy the land our mother earth we need to take a stand. When
itís all used up, thatís when we will care. Our eyes will be open, when
the land is bare When the birds stop singing and the sun burns red, It
will be too late, we might all be dead.