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PURE

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)