I’m just a child waiting for the show to start Anticipating the moment when the curtains will part I have my hopes, my dreams, my word But I don’t wanna believe, the stories that i’ve heard It can’t really be considered a task Cause so far, it it’s not that bad Just a blemish on my watches face One whip, and then it’ll all erase The show begins like a walking shadow Tales of melancholy (and hollow) replace the crescendo “It’s bad today, worse tomorrow and so on until the worst (of all) our sorrow

Tradition has perpetuated: culture has mangled A system of belief and in its web we are tangled Two thousand year old guidance in the modern age Morally infallible: unquestioning standard And of the prayers that go unanswered Mysterious ways or something less comforting? Life after death, I don’t buy it I’d rather be empty than full of shit I’d rather be cynical, and unsurprised Than realize I’ve been living a lie If you do something out of the fear of god Then the god is dead, it’s just a cattle prod To keep the masses mindset where it needs to be, for A necessary leader a play on power Together straw men build a tower To be torn down for the benefit of one Life after death, I don’t buy it I’d rather be empty than full of shit I’d rather be cynical and unsurprised Than realize I’ve been living a lie My whole life

My parents pay ten grand a year They say want me to learn To be man, they think I can But that isn’t any of my concern Wanna party, get drunk Get laid, wanna get high Do you know why? We’re men like Christ, men like Christ We’re men like Christ, men like Christ Men like Christ, Living out the Christian life All I wanna do is fill my girlfriend’s cunt with cum Man do you have some chew, I could really use some My parents say I should stop smoking so much pot It might cause my brain to (rot) We’re men like Christ, men like Christ We’re men like Christ, men like Christ Men like Christ, Living out the Christian life Ungrateful spoiled brats are all I ever see Boo hoo my mommy took my car away from me All I ever did was get a fucking d Okay maybe 5, but the world hates me But the world hates me But the world hates me

Time ticking by, ticking by, ticking by Put into a dance, but do you know why? You hope and pray, that the music doesn’t slow But when it will stop, you can never really know And you will find others in the same dance as you Ask them why, but they haven’t got a clue Some will try to find a meaning in the tune While others put their faith in a rising moon Why dance alone when you can dance with company Why be afraid when you can pretend not to be As the song plays, it may get trite But you want to live forever, right (right) And your dance will end as with the night Faith flying high, flying high, flying high Vested in him, what does that imply The dance will end with the same effect It doesn’t really matter whether I step right or left Puff, puff, puff, do you feel low on breath Fiddle of life, fiddle of death The meter picks up, yet your feet are stone Your body lags as you hear it groan Why dance alone when you can dance with company Why be afraid when you can pretend not to be As the song plays, it may get trite But you want to live forever, right (right) And your dance will end as with the night Only we can say a song is sweet Music to their ears, hell to their feet So why oh why do we dance for them But I refuse, to pretend That from this dance I may ever rest When the song ceases I will not protest I doubt it was yours, I doubt it was mine It could have been taken at any time

We wrote books about martyrs, we sang songs about peace We all jumped in unison and the world, fell beneath our feet We had just enough to make it, we had everything we needed But any human construct has no solidarity Because both promises and threats these days, are merely partisan All of our efforts spent on digging trenches, nothing will get done Positions of authority will do just as they please If we sit on our hands, we will die upon our knees So… One nation indivisible is unified by guilt Of the hand to mouth society, for ourselves we have built Can’t expect anything to change, without joining the game But those who become a part of it, will oppress us all the same The suffering of one, the responsibility of all The obligation of the fortunate, to those who take the fall And of the people on top, to us what living do they owe Is wealth a palace or a ghetto, from which they can’t outgrow So… So, break down the walls around you, including the support beams If I cannot have freedom, I’d rather not have anything And, consider this a eulogy, for the victims of our violence For they are all in debt to us at the price of our indifference

Oh sweet lamb of mine, why have you gone astray? Your will will turn, as you (will) burn, from apathy to dismay It has not been predestined, but I knew it all along Closed your eyes, to my cries, and it turns out you were wrong Who need your thoughts and prayers Do you think we really care? When I die, don’t say I’m watching over you That isn’t true That can’t be true I’m watching below you I instilled you with a nature, forged you into a mold Those pains you held, when you rebelled, were meant to lead you back to fold Does it matter why, for truth or for self? I tally every fault, as an assault, which may negate my wealth Who need your thoughts and prayers Do you think we really care? When I die, don’t say I’m watching over you That isn’t true That can’t be true I’m watching below you Now I receive the pleas, for your inner peace Misunderstood, that you were good, they hope you join my feast But you know that faith, does not serve well They may hope, in order to cope, but you will be damned to hell

The business man counts the distant suns Working everyday till the day is done Taking in profits, watching them grow One explodes, will he ever know Years later more lose their spark The universe suddenly grows dark It seems our self-made man Starts out where he began A self-made man sure he is All that money I bet it’s his When will fortune take it away? In his life or in his grave Either way he’s a slave, yes he’s a slave, yes he’s a slave In debt either way Does he eat to live or live to eat? Eat for fear of the impoverished street There’s always gonna be a new need Nothing can quench his greed Money as a matter of consequence Cannot buy a rose for the prince What good does it get from man? I don’t think it can A self-made man sure he is All that money I bet it’s his When will fortune take it away? In his life or in his grave Either way he’s a slave, yes he’s a slave, yes he’s a slave In debt either way

The sum of your parts is a division of a whole Involuntary catharsis of the soul Binging and purging to reach an unwelcome goal So you stumble through life and you get what you can And if you want more you get unsympathetic men Telling you you're not good enough to be like them While the system maintains and perpetuates itself To the fullest extent of the law That it makes up as it goes along And the sirens sing the song of authority corrupts To the next unknowing victim of a swat team bust Their career choices are the ones that govern us The society, that we create, is everybody’s fault The people you elect, to control your life, don’t know who you are at all Without their empathy, how can you expect, anything to change But if you know the truth and still give up, then you're guilty… I was lost in America to be found again By a quasi-culture of rebellion Where hype is mightier than both the sword and the pen Because whatever clever revolution you devise The t-shirt industry will capitalize Until what was meant and felt is impossible to recognize There’s a place in time somewhere out there There’s a deeper root hidden below our hair A blindfold that subversion could never tear There’s a message beyond a gun in a hand That no politician will ever understand Yet comprehension is not required to rule this land The society, that we create, is everybody’s fault The people you elect, to control your life, don’t know who you are at all Without their empathy, how can you expect, anything to change But if you know the truth and still give up, then you're guilty all the same So is the only option left not to participate And how is that different from giving up Everything is corrupt It’s all fucked The system maintains and perpetuates When the fuel for the fire is the mental state That the people in power are doomed to create Because the burden of proof is on them The lives of constituents are earned and spent As knives are sharpened on the pillars of the government Because the only weapons they left us with Are pressed against our heads It’s in the neon light that says Jesus saves It’s in the campaign signs next to roadside graves It’s in the way we look it’s in the way we think It’s in the orders that we gave It’s in the electric power, when you turn it on It’s in the reason you keep fighting when you know you're wrong It’s in your favorite lyric In your favorite song… So this, is a song, for the coming re-election While behind closed doors the future is under production Don’t shut anything out because of what you stand behind And if you're not affected by what you see… then you might as well be blind (so it goes)