my lungs, but they aren't sorry they've done wrong, they hide behind their lies that they're helping everyone. In the end the good will go to heaven up above, the bad
In this world today there ain't nobody to thank, just blame it on the kids and toss 'em into the tank. And if they yell for justice we'll hide them from
Early man walked away as modern man took control. Their minds weren't all the same, to conquer was his goal, So he built his great empire and slaughtered
I show pity on the human race, on the ignorant plenty who devote their lives to an icon that they've never known I show pity on eons past when a clever
The final page is written in the books of history As man unleashed his deadly bombs, and sent troops overseas To fight a war that can't be won and kills
Hazy myths since birth Learn their rules, play their games Deceive yourself in haste Turn your own brain into dust Its not theirs to waste Thinkin' this world it ain't so bad
In the city the day is too hot And you're looking for relief 'Cuz your heart is filled with pain But you get no relief 'cuz the night is the same
Wasted children, fixed blank eyes, blood and sweat, we socialize broken homes from which they come, beer-stained dad, compliant Mom. Fear and love, much
, dying in the sand, no such thing as a promised land. Don't lose faith in a better life -- reincarnation, poor excuse. You're dying you assholes, your religion
I hate my family, hate my school, speed limits and the golden rule. Hate people who aren't what they seem, more than anything else, American dream. American
Presidential election every four years but neither man we can see or hear Urgent cries for society but he can't see the blood on me Do you see? Do you
bad religion, too good to take. Indecision, it's not too late. Bad religion, too good to take. Indecision, it's not too late. Bad religion, bad religion, bad religion
It's all right to have faith in god but when you bend to their rules and their fucking lies that's when I start to have pity on you. You're living on
This isn't art this is suicide in a social way I don't have the need and I don't have the time I will tell you why Because I think about it all the time
a war every twenty years they make you think we really need 'em And we're all just slaves under stricter masters You're brought up thinking it's bad
nobody's to blame. And the moral to this story is old. It's quite taboo, seldom told. The seed is reaped before it's sown, a bad choice was never resolved
sky, the air so nice and clear The sound of dirt decay, and the ringing in the air is the screen-debris of yesterday There, now that you know it's not so bad
U.S. government blew its plan Too much money down the can Stop, look, and listen to what the president says The first lady is a fucking les They all