be dead than alive by your oppression. I'd rather be dead than alive by
your design. Poisoned my fingers. Burned out my eyes. Cut my throat to
be alive. I'd rather be dead than alive by your social values. I'd rather
be dead than alive by your tradition. But I'd rather be alive...
all night planning the downfall of your corrupted system. What plot will
I figure out and what thoughts will I pen down? I will have my coup d'etat.
I will start a riot. I will hold your burning flag in my hand. Sitting
up all night planning my revolution with a catchy phrase. A shitty band
with an awesome plan. A punk crusade throughout the land. Sick of silence,
of passive masses. Educate, resist and take control. To live a life in
fear of changing is to not live at all. I will have my coup d'etat. I will
start a riot. I will hold your burning flag in my hand. And I will watch
your empire fall. I will not die for you. I will not kill for you. I will
not fight for you. I will hold your burning flag in my hand as I watch
your empire fall, cause I know it will... I will have my coup d'etat.
The bait. The
prey. The mice. Debate the method of demise. Debate your high. I'll lie
beside you, walk you down and lay the beat beneath your bed. Beneath the
dead. Debate the method in your head. The chemical misanthropy saving you
from blame. I'll stand below you, lift you up, increase the pain. I want
to see you, hear your voice regret the choice. Rejoice in watching you
collapse, destroy the map and fall headlong into the gap. Swallow poison,
swallow the bait. Swallow every word said to free you from blame. I'll
stand below you , lift you up, increase the pain. The hunter dying in his
trap. Swallow poison, swallow the bait. Hook, line and sinker.
The game is
over. The damage is done. Fuck you for playing along. Break through the
surface only to suffocate. Beating it into me. Burn witches as found. But
not this time. Our culture acquires love design. Left naked with nothing
but ourselves and contempt for what we're not supposed to be, not supposed
to feel, not supposed to see. I will embrace you, we're all beautiful.
We all return - confrontation cuts. In the closet - Can't get up Another
definition to keep control. With assorted names we know where to belong.
the line we lost. Indivality paid the cost. Close enough to inhale the
security but as always too far away. We breed upon culture sickness and
we made this rule into our own. Silently sedated, our minds fly out the
windows. Our emotions suffocate. Suppress the essence of living... Your
beautiful independent Fridaynight dress. Wash away the fear and insecurity.
This substitute kills the freedom and cuts the wounds wide open. A glimpse
caught the sense and now you're content in slowly fading. The familiar
escape. The alternative to nothing. Reminded to die-life support addiction.
Watch your love slip through your hands.
It's not o.k
to pretend that everythings alright.
in your christ pose, marionette of lost hope. Your sadness at the expense
of the world. Your dying to be this. Your living to be this. Energy wasted
on feeling sorry for ourselves. We didn't deserve it. We didn't deserve
it. Like using a thousand apologies as a thousand excuses for making the
same mistakes. Crusader of hopelessness. Crucified by yourself. What do
you know about suffering? So full of reasons not to see the possibilities
to change. This suffocation and turn it into focus. 'Cause we don't need
this, cause we don't need this. Forget about your self-pity, forget about
your petty problems, forget about your small world.
is the freedom bought...
From here to
the cemetary, from here to the grave. How many did your democracy save?
Clean slate, state oppression and yeah, once again, like a thousand times
before a thousand victims more. Take aim at the have-nots as always. And
once again freedom is being bought at the expense of truth. Your beautiful
world is dead. - It will die a thousand times. - I will watch it expire.
- It's time to kill this lie. - It died a thousand times. Bloodred, pitch
black and yeah, we're tired of being expendable in their community. And
while you swallow every image they present we'll sing the songs to fan
the flames of discontent.
will kill again
You knew what
I was going to say. And when I didn't I did anyway, it seems. And I'll
survive with selfrespect intact. And you?? Every freedom needs a trust.
And this trust will kill again for you. And someone else wont believe their
eyes. While a thousand will believe that it's true. This trust will kill
again for you. Through tales of objectivity you shake my hands. All that
objectivity could break them both. Cause whatever I say, context aside,
you got what you need to make sure I say what they want to read. It won't
happen again. And I'll survive with selfrespect intact. They're telling
me I should have known better. Well now I know. All that objectivity. Nothing.
The need to
dream makes it easy to provide a package to fulfill life. Your prefabricated
beauty. Your tan, blank skin, Your slim white torsos. Your plastic smiles.
Just the perfect fantasy, cling on to the illusions of industry dream.
Your body, your beauty will fade. Fit the pieces, adjust the smiles. You
will try to fit in for the perfect li(f)e. Sell me a pre-packaged body
conception. Sell me a dream of love everlasting. Sell me the perfection
of satisfaction. Give me beauty or give me death. Give me a body forever
young. Give me fulfillment of fitness. Give me the Answers to my search.
Give me beauty or give me death. Sell me a pre-packaged body conception.
Sell me a dream of love everlasting. Sell me the perfection of satisfaction.
Grant me the wish of my branded erection.
Is there a
single thing that would make you comprehend that as long as we shut up
we still sanction them? My silence will convict me. As the parade continues
on every bloodstained flag we sum up statistics still buried in the sand.
With our silence we vote for continuation.
Turn off, hail
to the deafening. End life for ego reasoning. Consumer of selfishness,
feel it bleed. Death traditions feeds the suffering. Acquire by-products,
breed the industry. Modern death camps, feel their suffering. Soul destroyer,
never question consequence. Pain won't end so we gag our sense. Kill the
conscience, lies over lives. Kill the conscience, lies over lives. Their
pain won't end. With blood in my eyes I won't see the light shine...