Viva la Rebellion
If I’m a piece of trash
Then you’re the landfill in which I reside
Festering in the stench of all the bones you hide
No telling one hole or one mess from another
No way to assess the distress
So why bother?
Throw me out and watch me rot
Rape my soul for all I’ve got
Level my plot and bury me under
Masquerade for all your blunder
Pay the toll
Forget the cost
Pass the blame for all we lost
A piece of trash is minuscule
Compared to all the filth in you
Bloodfire burns til I can’t feel my chains
I pierce through your skull like the curse in my veins
When it comes to the blows
I’m more with it than you
I stand watch by my side
As I stack it to BOOM
I’d rather the pain
Than to watch you grow
Sulfurous Rage
Torture and Stonez
The blood on these hills is the blood on your arms
Bloodfire heals as the Bloodfire burns
Passing down your sidewalk
Listening to the sound of your answer
Not for nothing you’re an iDiOT
It pays be your nemesis
Death is all you want, You want to
Pain is all you ask for
Fire up the night or the night won’t fade
All your blunder
The cost of most is pennies a day
Yeah it’s nice to know what it costs to hate
Like river of blood heading for the lake
The last hope is miles away
I hope you don’t get there
I hope the wind slows you do-ow-ow-ow-own
Mess around, Oh yeah
Hell is coming for a long long time now
Mess around, Oh yeah
Hell is coming for a long long time now
You take me for a fool
When I don’t suit your accord
And you call me a rebel
When I don’t bow to your sword
You revel in the downfall of all you disapprove
You ridicule my judgment
And perverse my every move
You scapegoat and dismiss the problem at hand
You never ask questions when you don’t understand
I lived a life that you can’t comprehend
And I lived a life that no fool can withstand
I survived, And Hey, Time goes on
But my memory is stained
And I can’t move on
For I have realized my purpose in this half-cocked destiny
And my purpose don’t involve renouncing my choice to be Free
I waltzed into a war
And I gave it up to the storm
I took your distant lore
And I gave it up to the storm
Seems like I never go a day
Without a reason to wonder
If we’ll ever turn away
And find another road
Far and wide all the way down
To the evasiveness untold
I know we can relate
All we are is all we ever were
And if we take the time to waltz
I’m sure we’ll find The Way
Raaaaaaaaaage into the storm
Don’t take the fall the fall just rage
Raaaaaaaaaaaaaaaage into the storm
Go get your umbrella and rage
Brilliant am I
When I shake my head and wonder “Why?”
Brilliant are ye
When you fight the power
Can’t let it be
Brilliant are they
When they look beyond
And they break away
Brilliant are we
When we learn to love
When we love today
Brilliant are these words
Brilliant is The Way
Brilliance leads to peace
Brilliance will save The DAY!
We never see things as they are
We see them as we are
When we look for answers
We don’t look very far
We believe what people tell us
We believe the oldest lies
We believe in war
We believe in sex
We believe in suits and ties
We never see things as they are
All we see are lies
So when we start to lose our grasp
It’s really no surprise
God Damned Rats
Shittin all over the place
It pays to be brave in this fucken rat race
What typa fucked up shit is this?
Fightin to get to the cheese
Last motherfucker to get to the end
Last motherfucker to breathe
Uh uh uhhhh don’t touch that
I wouldn’t do that if I were you
Then again
Go ahead
I’m getting sick of the likes of you
God Damned Rats
Playing games
Just shittin all over the place
What a world! What a world!
It’s the end of a dying race
I went down town just the other day
And I saw you there
You didn’t look my way
So I cracked my fingers
And I filled my sack
Then I headed onto the other track
As I headed out
You looked my way
I saw the look in your eyes
And I heard you say
“This town ain’t meant for you to come around here.
We have class
This ain’t the New Frontier!”
So I slammed my truck
And watched you stop in your track
I had enough
Wanted to throw you a smack
So I reached down yonder
Grabbed my guitar
Then I played this song just like a country star
I don’t know
What you got on me
Better not stop
when you swing on me
I can hold
My own
Like it’s going outta style
Better think twice
When you pick on me
You should gooooo
I really won’t stop
You should leave
Best bet
Bar is set, oh oh oh
And you ain’t all that
Like I beeeeeee
Head Mack
What happens when you shake a snow globe? A whirlwind disseminates around whatever masterpiece lies beneath. And as that masterpiece awaits patiently to be revealed, the shaker continues to shake and shake and shake, as though chaos is more amusing than art.
