We see the billboard girl the one devoted to ritual standing in the rain holding all of her pain inside I know you're hurting now but I can't point
To sleep with anger every day - to put your prayers in someone's mouth I watch you struggle with your own antidote, then you spit it out And I can't
we choose to stand Or walk away And I choose to stand Strike the chord Talking ourselves into the grave Strike the chord I refuse to be enslaved Strike
Echoes like the sound of a gunshot 'cross the Richmond city night and are all the punks too drunk to stand upright She's still walking the streets until
All the world is waiting in the half life where we live nobody left to lead us our time is closing in We'll take it back our time is closing in so make
We live in violence, after slumber. In a vanquish, shoveled over. Jaded shades to hope onto. You are many, THEY ARE FEW. Without a force to question.
Do you still believe the chance of a life and a peace exists for us beyond these walls burning all illusion buried by illusion our cities bleed their
To live in discontent Anti-establishment Since the day we were born If we just look inside Each of us A thousand rebellions sleep You dance! Upon rights
I see you Staring out from the printed page the calm before the storm in your breath The sunset on the side of your face the moments between life and
For the days to come watch out They're taking everything we die for like the freedom from this world's disorder what did they murder you for? born in
We are not the images we see I refuse to follow the fashion to its end hypocrisy is killing me on the rights of your wealth I disagree this puppets
Wrap these silences around me With the darkness all that i see Societies of bitter temper these headstones I pedal through with your restless spirit
Every september I always remember to sing to your headstone and hear you sing back wait for the day work for the day how could I forget the world you
run back into freedom We focus and we defy this time of pain and so we go into the Underground America 1999, but it could be any year, anywhere They try
Earthbound government's open sores Death and killing are in control while A leader is smiling no thoughts for the people Hearts tied to the floor We
Don't follow and burn the future believing teachings which defend a past conveived to deceive us, to elevate a ruling class we dream with all the love
