Forty ccs, one room. You escaped your perception alone. Why try? Why cry? I could end it all right now and you'll regret what you have done. I won'
us to find some fuckin' work? Sometimes I think they kill just to make some fuckin' room. Sometimes I think and I realize I hate this fuckin' world. Combat crisis
We all scream because what's been done can't be reversed. Society looks past the pain. Lives were lost- it's the ultimate cost for greed and power,
Any day, anytime, anyone, any place. There it is watch out, it?s something you despise. Here it comes, here it is, there it goes...then again they
I'm not afraid, because there's nothing to fear. I have no regrets, but I sure can count the tears- they're such a waste of time. My knees are locked
We'll throw some bricks against the wall, then run through the city like wrecking balls Lets Party! We'll never stop, & we're not afraid, if you
So fast these things can turn around, but this time I've hit the ground. Like bad luck on a rainy day, you can't seem to make it go away- and we all
The people are all crying cause their kids are fucking dying and we all cheer. We consider it a win. The air is bloody thick, sticks and stones where
Out free on a rape crime, but in your defense, a law protects you because you're always depressed. "Well what about the victim?" "She can't complain
We are tried and true and we do what we do because we know of a better way for the world today. We're raised to conform to societies way- that the "
Take your opinion-I never fuckin' asked you. Every time it's given it's a goddamn disaster. You're a deficient, anti-social, parasite going nowhere.
You have taken and taken, never given to me. The only thing I?m sure of is your insanity. I wonder if someday you?ll come back and say ?please take
We'll grab you by your shoulders, we'll force you on your feet. Today is another new day. You're bruised and badly beaten; you know your now defeated
Listen up, brother. There is something you should know before you grow up and the damage takes its toll. The world is full of racist, sexist, homophobic
Strap on your boots, it's time to hit the street. 42 and chestnut is where the punks are gonna meet; so grab your liquor, grab your beer, it's time to
Momma, momma don't you waste those prayers on me. Momma, momma, won't you wash those tears away. I'm so red my credit line's fucked up, bankrupt on borrowed
que pour un biko ou un negre Les maigres salaires sont les memes Donc ils touchent le sked Je retranscris les joies et larmes les cris et drames Denonce
arme est l'homme qui laisse couler ses larmes l'amerique de la bonne conscience s'endort dans la nuit au loin on entend les cris des indiens de wounded
