Our dreams are their worst nightmares, these songs a call to arms
we can dance on the graves that held us, we can change the course of time
stand up and fight, save yourself, 
strike, the time is now
you and me, we are more like sheep, 
forced to march crippled feet to the slaughter
I’ll stand on principle, banner lifted and a fist raised high
Filthy soul with a patriot heart, dancing rhythms in a world apart
But you and me, we can live like thieves 
on the dreams that we stole from their fears
Casting pearls before swine, hanging dead on the vine
Can we strive to be so much more then this?
… to the slaughter 

Requiem

She cries… its freedom that we need, but I have yet to see a cause to believe
( I need to feel it, please just let me feel all right)
it comes in waves of need, ten ways to make you bleed before you get to die
can we give it one more shot, have we thrown all hope away,
does it have to be this painful just to make it through?
this is not our requiem, we’re wasting time as victims
why spend our lives on bended knee, choosing not to be free?
He sighs… I’m quickly burning out all that’s left of me are jaded memories
( I need to feel it please just let me feel all right )
of what I could have been if I had only been less of what they wanted 
and we’re still here, all together, and all alone
consumed with fear that one day we’ll discover,
how empty we’ve become
restricted and ashamed, we crave what they provide us,
so we’ll never feel alone
I am now just learning to breathe 

Final Communiquè

Right now you’ve got us right where we want you
below the radar sucking all you sold us
patient and waiting while plotting and baiting
a stake through your heart with a smile on our face
1234 we’ve found a new obsession
4321 counting down to your extinction
1234 we’ve found a new obsession
4321 zero hour for the march of the damned
you’ll never see us coming striking from the shadows
head first fist raised to the sky
pull the trigger released in anger
we’ll bite off the fingers that feed us your shit
prepare for judgment in black masks with hearts of fire
your time is up we have decided
we wont give up until you lay down
and die you bitch 

The Misery Index

My life
charred remains of a flame that’s burned out
my lips move but they won’t make a sound
I stand motionless, eyes to the ground
back for more
with reopenned scars i remain
battered savagely, knees start to shake
I just stand there, I take it, I wait
I’m just waiting for time to erase
and the world to change
until then I will strive for nothing more
I’ll just wait for my heart to break
and arise from ash, reborn
look at me
cut my eye and allow me to see
what my life has become on my knees
I hear the screams, I watch myself bleed
but I can’t feel a thing
what am I
But a victim unwilling to rise
Wretched shell of a man in his prime
I stopped living, I'm just waiting to die
My life its all familiar, why lie?
When everything’s the same
But who am I?
And what am I waiting for, anyway?

(10) And Counting

I can remember when there were times I thought we’d never eat again,
and salvation was our drinking
Things were different then, it was five of us against the world but then,
the world sure seemed much smaller
Broken down, down and out
Out of gas, out of food without a doubt
Broken up, up in arms 
armed to the teeth with ways to kill the pain
I was around back when we would fight each other for a couch or bed,
though we’d never end up sleeping
We could rely on friends through the good, the bad, the ugly times that we spent together when we were
Stealing our daily bread, naming vans until they all became our friends,
at least until they left us…
I wouldn’t trade these drunken days to be like you, 
and say “I’ll be safe, I’m just waiting for… 
waiting for life to start.” 
You can hate what we create
But we’ll be standing here when everything falls apart

Falling Out Theme

So here’s the door, I changed the lock and time ten minutes past I love you
(gotta fight the urge to start again)
despite the cost or rhyme, we lose and change our mind, before we even try
circles—corners—gravity forces us 
back to where we started from
love and weapons kill much the same way
with shaking hands we start again
this stagnant air feels cold and unaware, as I fight the urge to kiss you
(every instinct says just walk away)
attempt and fail again, envision at the end,
that we could make it right
I believe. 
Please heal me. 

Your eyes so revealing
We start again with…

Empire

Here I am with my empire, I’ll bring you to your knees
ebb and flow with my desire, cause its all that you’ve been taught to be

yeah I’m the bastard son of what’s been overcome, and again we plant the seed
so place your fork to mouth, eat, consume, be proud of what I let you see
cause we’ve made quite sure you can never leave

I speak you throw parades ignore the sense of rage welling up inside
Pay no mind to what we do cause we’ll sell it all to you in modern luxuries
And we’ve made quite sure you believe you’re free

From the cradle to the grave we try not to be saved from what we own
For next to nothing spent turn your dollars into cents
Fighting for the right to die alone
(just believe… believe you’re free) – cause you’re on your own
it doesn’t matter just be sure that this is our empire this is war
forgotten heroes chessboard roles to make you think you’re something more
but you’re on your own…

So Long… And Thanks For The Crutches

Just enough freedom to forget you’re a slave, 
just enough anger to make sure we get paid
easy does it baby don’t lose your head—cause we both know
that ideals don’t sell come now pass us the saccharin
part 1 then part 2 who knew you had it so easy
hit it hit it we’ll go straight to the top 
its all a matter of whose cock you suck
we got the money hey come on lets go ha! 
You know you want it hey!
You know you want it ( well c’mon)
shake it like a rebel just don’t cross any lines 
cause family god and country are back in style
sex drugs and politics are fine—just remember
that we own you, we bought you, and we’ll sell you whenever we want to
we brake your legs and you will thank us for the crutches
we wanna fuck but we end up kissing
is this still rock cause the danger is missing
you gotta feed it gotta feed your addiction
so pack a lunch for the next crucifixion

With Cold Eyes

It’s no wonder we’re all scared when our submission makes demands
and who the hell are you is it asked or forced to do
Do you pray for holiness or just prey on my willingness
to starve beg consume for something you can’t prove
If I’m unworthy it’s you that brought me here
I sacrificed so much just to let you own my fears
Please don’t let go of me
And I will carry on with your burden on my shoulders
Where’s the white washed tomb out of which your god’s been exhumed
A corpse to force my guilt through lips you thought you sealed
And sins you cant let go have blinded you on your throne
And left me here alone.

While god sleeps the righteous feed upon the meek.
What kind of father sits and lets his children bleed?
Don’t just stand there show us all if this is true—
That your love and mercy isn’t for a chosen few

Deja Coup

Relax, just sit back and absorb
make sure you’ve got all that you can’t afford
listen for your cue, to help you deal with the shame
it makes you wonder who is holding on to the reigns
it’s the way its always been and the way it will remain
it doesn’t matter when you’ve got nothing to believe
and why be born again if it’s so hard to get in
it doesn’t matter when you’ve got nothing to believe
don’t bother trying . . .
sit down! Shut up… just consume and be bored
you know your place and you’ll find it’s so easy to ignore
that everybody knew it wasn’t gonna be tame
cause honey the kill is just part of the game
From the dawn of time, should come as no surprise
what we’ve set out to achieve
a little pressure there, a little money here
and they’ll be begging us please
we’ll make it squeaky clean ignore the blood for now
mundane and so pristine come on just dance to the sound!
think it over . . .

Social Register Fanclub

I’ve seen it before everyone seems eloquently bored 
the laughter stops and starts again too forced
So what’s the use in trying anymore, nothing makes you stop and notice
(and where did you go) 
when did you give up and decide you had enough?
in the last five years of your life what have you done?
you feel pray to the throne they passed on
run your mouth precious little thought while others drown 
your standards put you high above the crowd
but your safety net wont let you hit the ground 
and nothing makes you stop and notice
when did you give up and decide you had enough?
in the last five years of your life what have you done 
except shine the throne you sit on?
reflections of your pretty face betray a soul you cant replace 
at the end of the day
the high horse that you rode for so long has trampled you and now moved on
but you’ll never change…

Nostalgic For Guillotines

Breathe. Breathe in the burning air… then sigh. Be relieved there’s nothing there
we were free long before your free advice 
now the flags, they will burn in paradise
rest your head here
feed our nation for us please 
and retreat to the back of our lines for your needs
as the blade is raised thoughts get clearer 
now what if dreams that you had came crashing down
would you change or erase the memory of the day oh the day you made us bleed?
rest your head here
feed our nation for us please 
and retreat to the back of our lines for your needs
we sew the seeds upon your grave, 
so you know you’ll feed us either way
wash away your sins and begin again resurrection from empty hands
back against the wall watch your tower fall to the ground with your head
time to move on. your power is gone. its your turn to run. your hour has

A Far Cry

Find myself through sight of a gun and selling war never looked so fun
stand in line for the latest attraction dressed up murder like its hip
and in fashion
walked in like we owned the place – bright light corpse
trigger pressed down sweat is cold – I’m not here
bodies burn with babies in their arms – love as trash
hope is where the heart can die – what we bring
son into heir they made my bed to lie… roll the die…a far cry
finding ways to be a god – where’s my gun
where the blood can drown my soul – rain down fire
all I wanted was destination – all I got
all I got was all I gave – hope as shit
give up because you’ll never justify the blood on your fingers
the bullshit look of concern
the cover ups lies and the bloated corpse of a system that is begging to burn
surrender

Now you've thrown your past agreements into the fire
And your government's become a whore
For outside interests that now enslave the poor
Their suffering now stands ignored, pushed out - spat on
Turn jobs into weapons to make a profit out of blood, sweat and lies
Free trade sounds easy and so damned harmless
Until they're exploited by blind eyes, chewed through - spat out
The evil that you feed improves economy for the rich that run your campaign
Increase the bottom line, your role again defined,
out with the old and in with the same
Time to unmask the devil
Divide and conquer, kill off and prosper,
recite the game that you've been sold
Manifest destiny, your life atrocities,
responsibility annulled, pushed out - enslaved
When will their wants meet our needs,
when will their words match their deeds
When will the time come to stand and take it back from their hands
The blood is on your hands, life stealing motherxxxxers
The constitution burns to ash in front of you,
the people know what you are up to
Your sins will come back on you 

Last Year's Nest

Discontent in this life as is, our mechanisms deviate
Rust debrided inspires change,
and leaves behind exhausted dreams -ignition engaged-
So save your wishes for the sky,
diluted and disguised, as a perfect fuel that wonüt ignite
But hope will heal us all
Set to action our forward thought
To allocate and stabilize
The truth for so long can only hide
In shadows of our own design - amend and revise -
A wish will leave you empty handed (hope will provide)
Shun your responsibilities (and lead an empty life)
A dream alone will bear no seed (hope is alive)
And wishes will leave you dead and buried
Lost and forgotten
With your lives 

Full Color Guilt

Ideals of beauty set to color in savvy death camp chic
The runways turn to gauntlets of disgrace and sickness
For your spectacle your piece
Freeze - her hollow eyes now give you anything
Dead - she never saw it coming anyway
Acceptance is the starving girl that you created bleeding your disease
For images of tragedy that you take pride in
To make her feel ashamed
Articles will not redeem
The dead now lying at your feet
You know she doesn't matter so don't act so coy
She's starving for you did you even notice what you took 

Bathory's Sainthood

do you feel alive now, now that you own the dead 
preying on their corpse, their hearts no longer fed 
your sainthood is obvious on every starving face 
your deception's given us a way to separate 
the poor from their hate, the rich from the stone 
genuflect away the sins that we've known 
sure one percent rules, but heaven's made of gold 
so chalk it up to folly and consequence alone 
do we really want do we really need a bastard messiah 
wrapped up in the dream of patriotic clean white washed desire 
and every time the real war's defined,
the trenches are filled to hide battle lines 
torches to bridges and bridges to torture 
headlines distort what we see as our borders 
and what gives us the right to feel without remorse for a good they created 
a god for the poor,
for bathory we're bleeding out the devil hides in angelic shrouds 
blasphemy as speaking out we've asked for it for more of the same 
sad scheme of ghettos created by the power elite,
for our minds and souls burning 
no longer for freedom invoked just more of the same 

Dying On Principle

Legislate forget the facts of your drug war casualty
So many dead but you wear your morals on your sleeve for all to see
And the billboards lie - denial thrives -
Which is the crime and which is the lie
And who defines it
Policing the oppressed
While the real pushers run frantic with their poisons
Corporate sponsors will see to it that the right product kills us off
Infection will thrive
Despite poor intentions
Supplying the lesser class with their own crucifixion
Martyrs for your statistics
And every death is on your hands
Designed to stain diseased and bled 

Handful Of Redemption

The sick and tired refrain of everyday is branding itself into you
Discouragement defined by all the times when everything just falls apart
And your skeletons have broken down the door and left you there for dead
How do we find a little piece of heaven
In our time before we find acceptance
When no one understands at this point
That a handful of redemption's all we need
From remorse to rebirth finding it hard to think that this is really true
Ask how long should we wait before we take instead of waiting to be free
And all, all the fear all the anger falls away
All the days that were wasted cut and pasted fall away
Never walked so tall until that moment when fate and circumstance collide
When all it takes is a step that you never saw and burdens fall away 

Release The Dogs

in a moment of weakness 
they've gone for the throat 
prayers answered for the ruling classes 
and we've swallowed them whole 
heads down and hands up 
our need for safety has been hijacked again 
they've got their fingers 
on the pulse of our mourning with knives poised 
decide right now which side you're on 
invest our freedom 
in failure by design 
hands tied with pleasure 
now we're choking on their cum 
guided deception allegiance to a goal 
that never mattered until they told us so 
blowback has blown back 
into our face and ignited a war 
on home turf between control and our freewill 
lines are drawn 
they've picked up the scent 
moving in for the kill 
unchained and hungry 
teeth ready to feast 
release the dogs 

Foundations To Burn

Justify, as if it were our right to say
Now decide, which liar you trust and which one chose our fate
Fed in time as a choice we think we're making
It's the guns that we know vs. the guns we never will
When illusions burn where will we be left standing
Still with the guns that we know vs. the guns we never will
Pacify, with false hope of safety within
Never mind that they were never there where could we begin
We call upon god for which killing's permitted,
and then brag out loud that our side made the grade
We better pray, with this as our position
Our wrongs don't come back and burn us down to the ground
And what gives us the right to judge without reprisal
To strike retaliation and wash our hands of blood
And who gave us the crown to claim that we're divine
Without needing repentance and drive them into hell 

Management Vs. Labor

Sacrifice, did it really mean that much to them
As it was killing you
They've locked you out after all that you have done for them
You toil yet they profit more
Save yourself today in tearing down the design that they built with our hands
Struggle by to feed your kids while theirs grow fat, privileged and disdained
They've bled you dry
Until all that's left of you is sold to build their paradise
What have we worked for we've been scraping by for all our lives
Only to find that we're left behind
We'll own our own time and give you nothing in return
Our next meal will come from your table
So our lives can become something more
Than what you buy and sell
America will be reborn 

High Wire Escape Artist

Bleed out all empathy this vessel has no spirit left to hold on to lies I've lived in full
How long can I hold tight with every movement
Tension binds and denies my true nature
The Balance has shifted warped sick and twisted
Grabbing at angels when I fall
Because I am more than this idol endless recital
For all my demons to applaud
I am free
Hide myself from it all while every fear is
Screaming night into dawn until I find
I have to believe them (lies)
In order to attain fulfillment
I have to succumb to (lies)
All my inner fears that tear at me
I will never believe them (lies)
I'm sick of the weakness that controls me
Now that I've fallen - I will not repent 

White Wedding Dress

Every day she fears her life will end
Every time the call rings they are late
They never come quite in time to see his fist
Leave its mark on the side of her disgrace
They'll never charge him anyway and you know it
Say we can't get involved today
So where's the choice and who protects her now
Bruised and battered the blood has stained her gown
Useless screams for help can't save her now
Choices rendered the house is burning down
No one will ever understand
cause they don't have to feel his crushing hands
And the ears that ignored her screams before
are now wondering what she did it for
But with a bottle of kerosene she found her freedom
And then burned the bastard to the ground and ran
The fire will now wash away the blood on her white wedding dress 

On In Five

Force-fed on a hunger strike, tag them dead before you focus in,
spoon feed the impact that you leave us with
Bring denial with a worldwide expansion team brand so deep into our minds
That it soon becomes our history and image that's been marketed well
On the assembly line of our lives, shut it down before it ever starts
Turn on to the weakness we've been raised upon (we'll turn you off again)
You've written up all the answers we've followed them word for word
Disguised as our own subconscious defining our wrongs and rights
No more working on the strings you've made us
Drive the stake into your hardened hearts we're done begging for the scrapes
You throw us we'll take the truth and our lives
Investigate and drain us we've found you out regaining
All the knowledge that you hid,
you are no longer needed we'll keep our own hearts beating
Against the pulse that you denied
Demand it back our lives our minds you stole them,
nothing else will quench the hunger that will turn you off
And certify that we are free to find our own truth without you
This is not a test. This is not a test.
Yes it has come to this. This is not a test 

With Every Intention

Not in the running
But this rain is nothing new to me anyway
I see my refelction
No where near who I should be
The spirit is willing but
The anchors of my flesh still hold me down
With every distraction
I lose more of who i should

[Chorus:]
Had many time to try
Before i realized
The flaws in my desgin
May have led me to ask why
Why'd u make it so easy
I tried but i'm incomplete
Is this all there is?
All there is to me?

How many chances
At redemption do i think i'll ever get
Keep changign my rythems for a shot at somethign more
Miracles happen
So why do I feel like I'm being left behind
It's still in my nature
To look for what I can't find

[x2]

Is this all there is?
Is this all there is to me
I should be all better now
This is all there is to me
I can pick myself up again
Is this all there is?
I hope that one day i will make a stand
But rigth now
This is all there is to me

No matter how i dream
I will never be good and pray
Cuz right now this is all there is to me
Yea right now this is all there is to me

Curtain Call

in town for one night only lust, fame and a feeding of the holy 
a new king is crowned for your delight yeah all right 
single file it's just that easy...a mere man to adore, and believe me 
soon you'll be screaming crucify with delight 
take it back before i fall 
i'm no hero 
behind the curtain there stands a statue
designed to sell as many as we want to 
the consequences aren't worth your time...we're divine 
a fresh idol for a suffering nation
a clean lamb for your slaughtering elation 
another victim of our need to be weak 
the lights are on the stage is set for failure 
in your minds i will burn in effigy forever 
burn forever 

Rookie

Pariah Under Glass

When Rhetoric Dies

(Compassion) As Skull Fragments On The Wall

Our Time Honored Tradition of Cannibalism

The Abominations Of Those Virtuous

Across Five Years

My Life In The Knife Trade

Still Waiting For The Punchline

Twelve Step Hammer Program

Unspoken Request

The Force Majeure

Loser Of The Year Award

Cavity

Holiday In Cambodia

My mouth is full of your inspiration
Cut me, size me down for your regulation
Nothing stands so close to driving
Nothing gets tense or biting
Nothing stands in the way
It's all right
Your walls are still white
Location is everything, or so it seems
Writing down all your "wrongs" or "rights"
In a book you call your own
Stand down
Silence kills the revolution
All that remains stagnant
Dies submission is your resolve
They've given you all the calls
Sucker punched again
Blind... blind... blind

Cringe

My eyes have burned
With a fire that I could not prevent
It burned their nation's children
And crushed their patriot
Dead the hate we sent them so many years ago
Returned to haunt them
Leads us against the foe
With out fire
Their land
Our fire
Their wounds
My hands are cold with your blood
Torn to shreds with our kill toys
Sit back and watch the fun
Rated, screened, censored, sedated
Spoon-fed their noxious lies
So many times we've watched silently

The Fine Art Of Falling

I could lie here for a day
Tongue tied and out classed
Never missing their world that used to be my life
And I can't remember what it was
That I always wanted
But it should have always been this rhyme and reason
Not withstanding
Folded into beauty
And if I hold this here forever
I will never down
And when I loose my ground
I can always remember
This is my reason
You are my reason to stay
I have shed this dry hard shell
Traded its comfort for your eyes
Played with denial
And then denied my own defenses
It's no longer a part of me
These questions, in security
You will always be the most magnificent creation

Another Badge Of Courage

They say that what does not kill you
Only makes you stronger
Well maybe some of us are just too sick
And tired of being so damn strong
And I can't reach for a reason to look in your eyes
Like it doesn't matter at all.
Falling down, crying out
And I'll remember spinning around in circles
Just anticipating what the next stranger is going to do to me
And I'll remember what you did to me
Lying on your kitchen floor
Burning with hate
I want to rip your hands off
I want to rip your tongue out
For every time I have cried
Every time you have lied
Pushed down
Laughing in my face
Pain I've never felt
Hate I've never screamed
And I can't still remember that fucking look in your eyes
Screaming at me like it doesn't matter at all
And now eyes will always lie

Swingset

I am here, take this
I can't feel anyway
I can't hurt
I can't bleed
But I can kneel as well as you once did
Deep inside I can feel the screams
Growing louder every day
Crying out for a new rain
Manipulate my submission
To push this pain onto myself
Mama said that she would save me
The angels said that they would save me
I can fly
I can away
So why does the pavement 
Look so damn close

The Power Remains The Same

Spineless bastards
Blood caked bones to bang their drums
Resonates in all of us as we dance like suckers
In blind delusion
Kissing the master's feet
Kissing the master's ring
Sacrifice ourselves and others to their charm
We cheer with every bomb blast ripping through every village
Mourning our parents of disemboweled children
We split their faces
We laugh in their faces
Kill yourself with a noose of your own device
Strangle off the flowers and leave the thorns to fight
Let the peasants eat shit
They're surely used to it
Our lives grow on
And when the next group of unfortunates get their turn at the gas chambers
How loud will you cheer for the soldiers marching them on
The rich stay rich
And the poor die of quietly
The power remains the same

In Hope

In hope this little angel will be free from all of their poisons
And in hope I grind my knees into the floor
Praying that he'll never have to feel the pain I have felt
Walking through glass ignorant pain in my feet
His little sweet hands, innocent face so unaware of what lies in waiting
In hope, there will be forever waiting for you
In hope you'll never look back and hate these days I've held your hands
Falling away
Changing each day to his own fate until
I am needed no more for his comfort or his joy
In hope there's an answer
And in hope I cry
But I am beaten still the same by this subtle game
As he breaks away
I turn my face to the sky for a way to decline
These fairy tales that will mold into nightmares
This fate laid out in my hands unatoned I descend into my
Own decision
In hope I can turn this page
Falling away
Changing each day to this own fate
When I feel him I go running on his own
Wait for something that more there is not

Toy Gun Anthem

You're just another anthem
Guided by the bullet
And you can take this all to hell
With your fucking victims
Down a toast of their blood with your wine
While refining your ego's defense
The glory of bullets, the fire, the mobs action to riot
Your keen sense of interest in the revolution will end 
With the stains of innocence on your hands
The flags that divide us grow stronger
With your plastic refinement 
Plaster your picture of heads
Lining your mantle
Define your heresy with streets
Lined with their entrails
Your murders reek of their guns
Your motives reek of their kind
When you've fooled the people
With your selfish intentions
You can bask in the warmth
Of your thugs in action
When it all comes down
You decide we're just looking for another leader
To bring us down
Your anthem will die with you
Like all those before you
Killing off the masses that you
Claim to liberate
Back to square one
As the swine take on the faces
Of their masters

Candence

In this culture I am just the meat for vultures to pick until
My beauty shows for your glossy covers and in the classy circles smother
Have I nothing more to give
And I would rather starve than lose this body 
I would rather starve than lose your acceptance
I need your love
I just need someone's approval
To put me back again
Is this skin all you want
Are aesthetics all you need
Is this where I stand
My eyes will always show my empty soul
As you divert you eyes to my body
(It's nothing to you, but it matters to me)
I'm nothing to you but this shell that you see
Rotting flesh for your eyes
Wilting beauty for every goddamn girl to compare to
Dear god, why can't I be
Dear god, why can't I be more like him, more like her
More or less like you

65 Factory Outlets

I wont lay my dreams on your alter of sacrifice
Take it
The lies that you hold dear
No longer affect me
As your life is bought and sold
I'll sit back and laugh at your...
Burning...
Draining...
Dying...
...world.
Dried out killed overused
Drained of all that you give
Don't expect another contender to be the object of this abuse
I've given up on the dying
It never gave me your peace
Smile big sit straight now
Let go of all your dreams (bleed yourself dry boy)
You've made your decision, I've made mine
So you can save your breath
Selling me on your death
Choose your own death
You're already dead

Report Card

I used to love you
I can't stand the sight of your fucking face
You have helped to build
The walls that keep me in my place
The trust I gave no longer comforts
The trust I gave in you've broken under
And all that lies you've etched in your stone
Will not affect me on my attention
You hands nailed bleeding in true martyr form
Your neutral standpoint has left me standing alone
I'm sick of excuses; I'm tired of lies
I'm tired of fools like you wasting my time
Hands of my soul, you can't control (hands off my fucking soul)
And I hope your new friends will treat you just as well
For all the hard work you've done to gain their acceptance
Fuck you

My hands are washed clean
But I still haven't forgotten
Your hands will never wash clean 
You will be forgotten (x3)