bullet made to many holes its true The things you've made and the things you'll do to the You can't be trusted. And we can't undo Authority we've given
Theres something deep inside you cant see or touch and they can never take from me & i can't take it anymore...society i'll never give it up till the
I'm gonna rape your fertile land And plant my seed in your mother Fuckin' listen to me Obey my laws worship my God 'cause your just an obstruction And
its your story and i'm just the antithesis to your american dream and i sit here in this fucken nightmare watching you, biding time and telling lies
You treat the symptoms not the sickness and condemn a whole race for the benefits your system's Offering you attack the class And claim you support their
It was never easy growing up with you your words & actions left me confused the way you think about things makes the mad you tried to teach me your version
He's running wild through the streets at night He's got a clip-on Spyderco knife But he's hiding in the shadows by the break of day But it's just for
Intrumental
i'm a rat in a maze, i'm headed in the wrong the direction if societies the cure, well then i'm the infection when i was younger i tried hard to a find
You want authority You want a war with me What motivated you You want authority And any opposition You want a war with me To reinforce all policy But
Systematically populated, Nuclear annihilation Mind rotting flesh eating cellular infection Genetically manipulated, human imitation All staring through
"Long live anarchy!" were Sacco's last words Their cries of freedom were supressed and they were never heard Guilty only of their beliefs, and their foreign
More lies disguised, they're selling you Vacant eyes tied tightly to the tube, Sealed shut just like they wanted. Truth's a ghost, we're all haunted By
He didnt fit in, he always felt rejected. His father him him and made him feel infected. He got a bottle it seemed to take the pain away. Only 15, but
He didn't fit in he always felt rejected His father hit him and made him feel defective He got a bottle It seemed to take the pain away He's only 15 and
Three chords and six strings They're screaming how they're gonna change things They're young, they're strong and proud We turn it up cause we like
Me and Billy like to sleep all day, on the floors where we decay. Mohawks in disarray from cutleridge to motherfucking Biscayne Bay. The gangs tried to
You've worked your whole life Stuck in your life and you've got caught in the undertow There's one thing I know I don't wanna be like And you've got