And if the water dries, the ground shakes and the sky turns black
If it was all over this minute, this second, is there something that you’d regret?
If we were written as a story, actors portrayed us in a movie
Our lives sung in a song on the radio
Would it make you want to sing along?
Would it show us all a reason to stay strong?
Alright…
And if I could change all that I have become
If I could take all the anger and the hate and just give it right back to where it came from
I know somewhere I’d find an audience; I know I’d still find a stage
That would make me want to sing along
That would show us all a reason to stay strong
Do an audience and judgment replace this ticking like a mine?
I look stage left and I look stage right
This is our same move, just a different night
And it goes…
I have lost it all and I have found again
All of my reasons
It’s trickling to an end
Let the saints with me be taken as self-definition
Am I getting through to you?
America
Oh I’m not sick searching in America
And in this we celebrate all that is not okay
I don’t know what I believe in
I don’t know where I belong
So I scream at the top of my lungs and I run in every direction
Wednesday, August 14, 2013
AGAINST ME! – Eden Quest
Someday accepted as you for you.
Someday accepted as me for me.
Someday blind eyes will plainly see.
Someday all walks of life will be free.
Someday the meek will refuse boundaries.
Someday the blessed will be the deserving.
Land of burning vision, the nightmare before my eyes.
The sore of the truth attacking the body of lies,
the light of the proof overcoming jaded minds.
You can lie to yourself, you can abandon the world,
you can pray on the cure nature’s judgement still stands.
Pray to the stars, cry to the sky, demand an eye for an eye,
do you save sight, or ease minds?
Land of burning vision, the nightmare before my eyes.
Eden Quest for proof, Eden Quest for light,
quest for explanations to the suffering of life.
Never been a night so cold; never been a day so bright.
Spit in the face of the courteous oppressor
like a slap in the face from the do-good master.
Till the last bite, till the last breath, till everything is free.
till you accept me for me
Someday accepted as me for me.
Someday blind eyes will plainly see.
Someday all walks of life will be free.
Someday the meek will refuse boundaries.
Someday the blessed will be the deserving.
Land of burning vision, the nightmare before my eyes.
The sore of the truth attacking the body of lies,
the light of the proof overcoming jaded minds.
You can lie to yourself, you can abandon the world,
you can pray on the cure nature’s judgement still stands.
Pray to the stars, cry to the sky, demand an eye for an eye,
do you save sight, or ease minds?
Land of burning vision, the nightmare before my eyes.
Eden Quest for proof, Eden Quest for light,
quest for explanations to the suffering of life.
Never been a night so cold; never been a day so bright.
Spit in the face of the courteous oppressor
like a slap in the face from the do-good master.
Till the last bite, till the last breath, till everything is free.
till you accept me for me
AGAINST ME! – Don’t Lose Touch
You’re coming off kinda contrived and pretentious.
You’re not saying anything we haven’t heard before.
You’re caught up in an argument.
Oh, oh you’re so lost in modern art.
You will lose it all.
And you will find again.
Don’t lose touch.
Don’t lose touch.
S.O.S. texted from a cell phone?
Please tell me I’m not the only one,
that thinks we’re taking ourselves too seriously,
Just a little too enamored with inflated self-purpose.
Talk is cheap.
And it doesn’t mean much.
Don’t lose touch.
Don’t lose touch.
I’m losing touch.
I’m losing touch.
Constant entertainment for our restless minds.
Constant stimulation for epic appetites.
Is there something wrong with these songs?
Maybe there’s something wrong with the audience.
Manipulation in rock music, fucking nausea.
I’m losing touch.
I’m losing touch, and it’s obvious.
You’re not saying anything we haven’t heard before.
You’re caught up in an argument.
Oh, oh you’re so lost in modern art.
You will lose it all.
And you will find again.
Don’t lose touch.
Don’t lose touch.
S.O.S. texted from a cell phone?
Please tell me I’m not the only one,
that thinks we’re taking ourselves too seriously,
Just a little too enamored with inflated self-purpose.
Talk is cheap.
And it doesn’t mean much.
Don’t lose touch.
Don’t lose touch.
I’m losing touch.
I’m losing touch.
Constant entertainment for our restless minds.
Constant stimulation for epic appetites.
Is there something wrong with these songs?
Maybe there’s something wrong with the audience.
Manipulation in rock music, fucking nausea.
I’m losing touch.
I’m losing touch, and it’s obvious.
AGAINST ME! – Disgust
It’s not just my imagination that I got a gun to my head. Cause I can feel the cold metal and I can smell the gun powder. I know they got their sights on me and its not just paranoia that makes me think this way. I know they got their plan for me. I know they got a grave for me. They want me to admit defeat. They want me to show my fear they know their system’s going to break me. It’s crushed countless before me.
I stand here and try to look out into the dark vastness that is my future. Unfortunately I can’t see shit. There are clouds and there seems to be layers to the sky. It’s all just too unknown. I waste time wanting to know what will happen. How will it end. But I never want to reach that day when I no longer have a need for that curiosity. I don’t want to know the end to this “movie”.
Shouldn’t I be living yet? Shouldn’t I know where I’m headed by now I have millions of dreams and things I want to do with this life. But I barely have time to do the little I do now. It’s not satisfaction I get relaxing at the end of the day. It’s escape from the stress. Disgust that I’m already in bed waiting to go to sleep again. Wasn’t I just heere? Didn’t this just happen? I can’t say I know what will happen tomorrow. The higher meaning that I’m looking for did not show itself today.
I stand here and try to look out into the dark vastness that is my future. Unfortunately I can’t see shit. There are clouds and there seems to be layers to the sky. It’s all just too unknown. I waste time wanting to know what will happen. How will it end. But I never want to reach that day when I no longer have a need for that curiosity. I don’t want to know the end to this “movie”.
Shouldn’t I be living yet? Shouldn’t I know where I’m headed by now I have millions of dreams and things I want to do with this life. But I barely have time to do the little I do now. It’s not satisfaction I get relaxing at the end of the day. It’s escape from the stress. Disgust that I’m already in bed waiting to go to sleep again. Wasn’t I just heere? Didn’t this just happen? I can’t say I know what will happen tomorrow. The higher meaning that I’m looking for did not show itself today.
AGAINST ME! – Does It Make A Difference?
What if I don’t recognize their holidays, or pay respect to those who died in wars?
What if I refuse to resort to violence to solve my conflicts, and if I don’t leave it up to their democracy to decide what’s best for me? What if I won’t beat their cross anymore?
What if I don’t want anything to do with their fucking system? And if I refuse to give myself to the beast that’s brought death to millions, killed of countless cultures and raped my earth. If I denounce the system does it make a difference?
When I turn off the T.V. does it really change the agenda? When I open my mind does it make me any better? What if I refuse to take one drink to sooth the stress, and recognize it for the crutch that it is? Because I won’t subscribe to their death does it help to stop the slaughter?
What if I refuse to resort to violence to solve my conflicts, and if I don’t leave it up to their democracy to decide what’s best for me? What if I won’t beat their cross anymore?
What if I don’t want anything to do with their fucking system? And if I refuse to give myself to the beast that’s brought death to millions, killed of countless cultures and raped my earth. If I denounce the system does it make a difference?
When I turn off the T.V. does it really change the agenda? When I open my mind does it make me any better? What if I refuse to take one drink to sooth the stress, and recognize it for the crutch that it is? Because I won’t subscribe to their death does it help to stop the slaughter?
AGAINST ME! – Cliche Guevara
And we’ll keep ourselves in a place where it’s easy to hold onto.
And as the last threats came and went; this is the way that wars are played.
Always heading for a front, heading for a front, headed we go.
Into the obscurity of an easy to pass on feeling
Objection is so cliché.
A new way on.
A new way on.
A new way on.
A new way on.
So can your pop sensibilities sing me the end of the world?
Turn gunshots and mortar blasts into a metaphor of how we are all the same.
Well there’s a lot of things that should be said, said, so we’re hammering six strings.
Machine gun in audible voices, this is the party we came for.
A new way on.
A new way on.
A new way on.
A new way.
We stand in amazement of motion in a world that is constantly revolving.
With plans of invasion and arms races racing, yeah we rock, we rock, we rock, we rock to the new sensation.
A new way on.
A new way on.
A new way on.
A new way on.
And as the last threats came and went; this is the way that wars are played.
Always heading for a front, heading for a front, headed we go.
Into the obscurity of an easy to pass on feeling
Objection is so cliché.
A new way on.
A new way on.
A new way on.
A new way on.
So can your pop sensibilities sing me the end of the world?
Turn gunshots and mortar blasts into a metaphor of how we are all the same.
Well there’s a lot of things that should be said, said, so we’re hammering six strings.
Machine gun in audible voices, this is the party we came for.
A new way on.
A new way on.
A new way on.
A new way.
We stand in amazement of motion in a world that is constantly revolving.
With plans of invasion and arms races racing, yeah we rock, we rock, we rock, we rock to the new sensation.
A new way on.
A new way on.
A new way on.
A new way on.
AGAINST ME! – Clap, Clap
And if the water dries, the ground shakes and the sky turns black
If it was all over this minute, this second, is there something that you’d regret?
If we were written as a story, actors portrayed us in a movie
Our lives sung in a song on the radio
Would it make you want to sing along?
Would it show us all a reason to stay strong?
Alright…
And if I could change all that I have become
If I could take all the anger and the hate and just give it right back to where it came from
I know somewhere I’d find an audience; I know I’d still find a stage
That would make me want to sing along
That would show us all a reason to stay strong
Do an audience and judgment replace this ticking like a mine?
I look stage left and I look stage right
This is our same move, just a different night
And it goes…
I have lost it all and I have found again
All of my reasons
It’s trickling to an end
Let the saints with me be taken as self-definition
Am I getting through to you?
America
Oh I’m not sick searching in America
And in this we celebrate all that is not okay
I don’t know what I believe in
I don’t know where I belong
So I scream at the top of my lungs and I run in every direction
If it was all over this minute, this second, is there something that you’d regret?
If we were written as a story, actors portrayed us in a movie
Our lives sung in a song on the radio
Would it make you want to sing along?
Would it show us all a reason to stay strong?
Alright…
And if I could change all that I have become
If I could take all the anger and the hate and just give it right back to where it came from
I know somewhere I’d find an audience; I know I’d still find a stage
That would make me want to sing along
That would show us all a reason to stay strong
Do an audience and judgment replace this ticking like a mine?
I look stage left and I look stage right
This is our same move, just a different night
And it goes…
I have lost it all and I have found again
All of my reasons
It’s trickling to an end
Let the saints with me be taken as self-definition
Am I getting through to you?
America
Oh I’m not sick searching in America
And in this we celebrate all that is not okay
I don’t know what I believe in
I don’t know where I belong
So I scream at the top of my lungs and I run in every direction
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