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Don´t wanna have to take your shit anymore I finally get through that life is way to short The ticking of the hourglass, the tiny grains of sand they beckon me like gravity, like signposts on the land and you got what you wanted without force on reprimand the seconds are all running out, this

slepeing on a time bomb, staring into space there's an ocean of unpleasantries we are not prepared to face sitting on the fence post to watch the storm roll in and terrified of the damage it will bring when it begins it will begin splintered dreams of unity (our lives are parallel) so far

the final page is written in the books of history, as man unleashed his deadly bombs and sent troops overseas to fight a war which can't be won and kills the human race, a show of greed and ignorance, man's quest for dominance. they say when a mistake is made, a lesson can be learned. but this time,

there's a boy in crimson rags with a grimace and a spoon, and a little sullen girl face-up staring at the moon and there's no one around to hear their lonesome cries then they pass away alone into the night why do we pity the dead? are you churned by emotion from voices in your head? (are yo

Economy, technology, doesn't really work. Can't try running for government, I'm not a jerk! I've tried to see these faces all around the way. You're lucky if they listen to a single word you say. What is right and what is wrong? The government decides. You don't have no rights at all, as long

Hit the road in wander mode, inquire along the way Savoir faire in full despair while living day-to-day My heart is not a cold cauldron of proor need to prove myself to you Looking back I’m off the tracks more times than I recognize Mistakes are another opportunity to refine My heart is not a

Have you been to the desert? Have you walked with the dead? There's a hundred thousand children being killed for their bread And the figures don't lie they speak of human disease But we do what we want and we think what we please Have you lived the experience? Have you witnessed the plague? P

offer me eternity and i'll trade a cup of coffee and a dime looking for a handout on behalf of those who have so little time but who wants to live on just 70 cents a day padding your pockets doesn't make this a better place "cereal and water" is a feast for some you say your price

From the time she could crawl she was all draped in macrame She was preened and redeemed in a church that tried to show the way She was taught to never ask for more They had no idea of what she had in store She's the queen of the 21st century Just a ghost of what her parents thought a little

fa fa fafa fa fa fafa Raise Your Voice! Don't be played like someone else's board game Don't be classed out like some desolate redoubt Don't be misled you've got alot on your head And nobody's gonna pay attention when you are dead So: fa fa fafa fa fa fafa Raise Your Voice! It's the primary ru

can't you feel it can't you see the promise of prosperity it's overwhelming you and me it afflicts us like a disease ubiquitous compelling too we cling to you like crazy glue and inject such a potent seed it's best for all humanity the spread of culture the sword of progress the vector

There´s a watch in my pocket and its hands are broken the face is blank but the gears are turning confusion is a fundamental state of mind, it doesn´t really matter what i´m figuring out, i´m guaranteed to wind up in a state of doubt. and sanity is a full-time job in a world that is always c

They're all just suicides, in a social way. I'll never need that dormant time, I'll tel lyou why. Cause I think about it all the time, I think about ????? I am ????? Sensory ????? you. I don't know why, trust me, It's bleeding me, I don't know why, God, it's social suicide. Sensory overload

The scientist purported that there ain't no purpose and the theologian told me that it's all bee ndesigned and I'm trying to maintain objectivity The world won't illuminate what really matters and I'm an imperfect modal/moral meaning extractor processing the complexity Born of the Earth (Are w

bad religion skyscraper Come let us make bricks and burn them hard We'll build a city with a tower for the world and climb so we can reach anything at all Build me up, Tear me down like a skyscraper Build me up, then tear down These joining Walls So they can't climb at all I know why

Don't try to say that I threaten your freedom. We've done without for 20 years, so think if we really need 'em. We're all just slaves for the troop commanders. We're all slaves. We can blow up things better than in any country except this one. Waiting for it too then you realize it ain't too mu

Father can you hear me? How have I let you down? I curse the day that I was born and all the sorrow in this world Let me take you to the hunting ground Where all good men are trampled down Just to settle a bet that could not be won Between a prideful father and his son Will you guild me now, for I

shed a tear for the criminal, give him something to believe light a fire for the miserable, give the darkness some meaning closed wounds harbor pestilence, when you lick them from within charity has a redolence chastity cannot rescind spirit shine, it's a sign of a troubled mind (tortured min

A febrile shocking violent smack the children are hoping for a heart attack, tonight the windows are watching, the streets all conspire, and the lamppost can't stop crying, if I could fly high above the world, would I see a bunch of living dots spell the world stupidity?, or would I see hungr

Struck a Nerve Bad Religion Recipe For Hate there's an old man on a city bus holding a candy cane and it is'nt even christmas he see's a note in the obituary that his last friend has died there's an inflant clinging to his overweight mother in the cold as they go to shop for cigarettes

Struck a Nerve Bad Religion Recipe For Hate there's an old man on a city bus holding a candy cane and it is'nt even christmas he see's a note in the obituary that his last friend has died there's an inflant clinging to his overweight mother in the cold as they go to shop for cigarettes

Well, I am not making haste or could it be haste is making me What’s time but a thing to kill or keep or buy or lose or live in I gotta go faster Keep up the pace Just to stay in the human race I could go supersonic, the problem’s chronic Tell me does life exist beyond it? When I need to

parched, cracked mouths, empty swollen guts sun-baked pavement encroaches on us haves and have-nots together at last brutally engaged in mortal combat 10 in 2010 what kind of God orchestrates such a thing? 10 in 2010 ten billion people all suffering 10 in 2010 truth is not an issue just hungry mout

long ago in a dusty village full of hunger, pain and strife a man came forth with a vision of truth and the way to a better life he was convinced he had the answer and he compelled people to follow along but the hunger never vanished and the man was banished and the village dried up and died

You have got your stranglers and prowlers in soft shoes. Furniture makers, carpenters too Bombers and commandos, all with some lost cause Disgruntled workers, immersed in "veritás" But stealthily, in the land of the free, he's lurking there Most are unaware of The biggest killer in

Nothing comes easier than madness in the world today Mass paranoia is a mode not a malady Yeah, I’d like to watch 1,000 cable channels but there’s nothing on And my high speed connection’s monitored daily by The Pentagon These things are seldom what they seem I’m not inclined to enjoy m

the framework of the world is black and white the infrastructure builders flex their might turning true emotion into digital expression one by one we all fall down the gray race shrivels trapped inside the world it creates it's black and white the perpetual destructive motion machi

Every time you shake someone's hand and it feels like your best friend could it be that it's only superficiality? without regard to well-being without an inkling of compromise handshakes are nothing but a subtle "Fuck you" contracts determine the best friendships this is the way o

Oh me Oh my Get out of your 1950's fantasy, your face shines with misery transparently Spew out that sobering half-assed victim rhetoric Make 'em all squirm while they chew on it It's a secret handshake and a passing wink of the eye As the witches bridge club weekly meets to pen the tail on the

How do you know what you can be if you can’t see where you are going? What breaks the silence? Misery can make you see where you belong It’s a dangerous stage but the show must go on Why do you lie? Why do you lie? Would you betray your soul? Why do you lie? Why do you lie? Don’t let you

The new america Bad Religion The new America Do you know the cost of future misery ? Have you lost your sense of sustainability ? We are just a step away from realizing what we strive to be But we`ve got to break out from this insultated blind and lame senility Wake up the new America W

desolate and without purpose radiating from so many septic sources forming the fabric of a wayward people disappearing as the vestiges of our past scratched like tartan into virgin soil a substrate for progress and disarray a spreading network of broken dreams searching for a thoroughfare t

despite that he saw blatant similarity he struggled to find a distinctive moiety all he found was vulgar superficiality but he focused it to sharpness and shared it with the others it signified his anger and misery them and us lobbying determined through a mire of disbelievers them and us

Shut your eyes, see the future's distant shore March ahead more enlightened than before And there's sure to be bumps and distractions but I know we'll get through There will be me, there will be you There will be a way Unresolved repercussions from your life Fortified with the vitriol of str

the brown and orange sky hold its breath as the sun retreats to the distatn horizon and our hearts palpitate anxiously as we soon lay supine and wait for sleep to overcome us and from somewhere in our black subconscious minds when we're asleep comes a haunting swelling mass of voices resonati