Give Thanks Lyrics

GIVE THANKS (Virus X/AOF)
Horns
of Plenty
it fills the coffers
of this land
Where's
it come from
They don't say, a little
sleight of hand

The good life
I can alomst taste it
Pay the price
with my worst fears

Their touch is cold
Their touch is cold
Give Thanks
Give Thanks
Give Thanks
Give Thanks

See
the children
Smiling faces
Clean White hands
How
can I deny
the benefits of
this blessed land

Comfort, warmth, and
Happiness
The promise of the
Light they shed
We must spread this
to all people
Later on we can
count the Dead

Chorus


IN YOUR SUIT (Bondi/AOF)
You've been drafted with a grey flannel tie
another uniform to cover your life
So uniform and things stay the same
In your uniform when things
when things stay the same
In your suit
In your suit
In your suit
In your suit

You've been caught with your
hands in the pie
Identify your interests and where
your hate lies
Lie about the morals you were
taught to obey
Lie about your victims when they
get in the way
In your suit
In your suit
In your suit
In your suit

Practice your virtue give your
alms to the poor
The faces that loved you are
wasted away
Practice your conscience save
your soul every sunday
I pray to obey

A life of allegience it agrees with you
so pay us your loyalty and
pledge it in jewels
It's a hard life but worth it when
you get to the top
Someday it will all stop
One day it will stop
In your suit
In your suit
In your suit
In your suit

Chorus


I OBJECTIFY (Bondi)
I object to what I want to see
Not feeling close outside of me
Some distant memory
or something forgotten

I object to what I feel inside
Everyone walks around like a sign
Some kind of cheap paperback novel
You read it once and then it's discarded

Tied up like a knot with what I grew up in
Everytime I change
I stay locked up inside afraid of expression
If I treat you like dirt
it's all I'm expecting
I objectify
I objectify

Don't understand why I'm feeling this way
There's a part of me that's always betrayed
Uncertainty
I'm certain that's often

I don't get what's been got at before
I always thought there was something more
I saw your face
That's all I remember
I know your name but it's not important

Chorus

You weren't like what I saw on TV
You weren't like what I read in magazines
You weren't like what I saw in the movies
You weren't everything you were meant to be
I objectify
I objectify
I objectify
ACCEPTANCE (Virus X/Bondi)
Edicts
issued from inside the citadel and
Codes
of conduct for all personel
Accepting
those who march in the regime and
I'm exiled
for possession of illegal dreams

A vote
is taken to decide what's true
it's final
results are on the evening news
instructions
for what is bought and what is sold
accept them
I don't want to be out in the cold

Don't you feel inside
It's so cramped and tight
of course you must be wrong
and everybody's right

Hard eyes
burn a hole into your face, that spells out
Fashion
run so fast to stay in plce, or maybe
Fission
with commandments to embrace my own
Destruction
and I'm gone without a trace

Chorus

Searching
out a sea I see the shore there is a
Signpost
and a price tag on the door with no
Admittance
I'll eat the gore and drink the bile I'll get
Acceptance
It makes life so worth while
Acceptance
Acceptance


CHICAGO (Shield)
The eyes that deceive
The eyes that despise
The lies it can't hide
If I can't have what I want
neither can you

Black or White
Day or Night
The answers clear and crisp
but it's all lies
Gotta fight
But what's the fight
Chicago Died

When I'm with you
It's like we're imbalanced
It's like we're entrenched
It's like we're entranced
and I don't have a chance

Chorus


EVERYMAN FOR HIMSELF (Bondi/Shield)
The cracks in your face
where the porcelain broke
some things don't get better with age
and I swear I remember
everyword that you spoke
and the china you left in your place

A litany of faces
I'm number one
counting backwards from one hundred
and count on one hand
the truths that you spoke
and every lie you called romantic

Given a choice
between you and me
you pick you and I'll pick me
I'll never forget what you said
when you left
Everyman for himself

Your new dress fits well
with a pointed smile
I hope there's no cracks at the seams
and a modest appraisal
for the things that you value
prove that some things worth more than
mere dreams

Chorus

In my bedroom there's a wasteland
where the story card broke
and the darkness builds up from the floor
like walking through a mine field
with both eyes closed
at each step expecting the worst
bought random in panic
what wasn't expecting
I don't think that pain is romantic
and at everystep fall
till it's all a dull throb
Yeah sure - love conquers all

Chorus


FIVE O'CLOCK (Bondi/Shield)
FIVE O'CLOCK screams a broken warning
the comforts of carrion have come to rest
and faced with faces that don't remember
Old ghosts that come to collect their debts
back behind the worst recollections
and swollen eyes rise to face the day
at the worst it will never matter
at the best it will never stay

FIVE O'CLOCK
FIVE O'CLOCK

FIVE O'CLOCK like a silent vendetta
and every movement seems to plaque the thought
faced with prospects that never happen
faced with memories that are never lost
I can't sleep what's the point in dreaming
when five o'clock comes to shatter my face
what's gone before like a common symptom
another memory I can't erase

FIVE O'CLOCK
FIVE O'CLOCK

FIVE O'CLOCK like a knife in the back
In every moment I'm awake
or sleep where when I suffocate
Another hour I mistake
Time runs short my life runs by
Run away from what I can't escape
All behind me and my hate
and my life at five

FIVE O'CLOCK
FIVE O'CLOCK
HOLLOW EYES (Bondi/AOF)
The rules of this wasteland
will humble out the best
a price is paid for independence
and disregard the rest
The air is filled with desperation
we're breathing human waste
replace our names with numbers
and empty out our face

Our pride is systematic
our honor's sterilized
in this place, misjudge the handout
and empty out our minds
These ruins are cost-efficient
our virtues memorized
and truths become a relic
and hope's become a lie

and fill us with hollow eyes
fill us with hollow eyes

We crawl our way across the desert
turn deaf ears to the blind
and paint our names in vibrant grey
and frame it with our lives
the blessings of society
reduce us all to black
We're left alone to die outside
and there's no turning back

and fill us with hollow eyes
fill us with hollow eyes


IN THIS JUNGLE (Bondi/AOF)
LIKE BLOOD TORN FROM BONES
You only get what you earn
When Hyenas walk the night
we call that civilized
like raw anger shorn with hate
and racial memories remain
we're freed from fear
and bellies full
something still gnaws away

LIKE SULLEN WOLVES WITH FIRE INSIDE
something melts away
and blisters never born in pores
but fester till they break
tell me what we gave away
but never lie inside
We smell the flesh that burns away
but never feel the fire

In this Jungle I call home
In this Jungle so alone
What remains is what escapes
Some masquerade as prey
In this Jungle I call home
In this Jungle so alone
What remains is what we take
and what's not taken's owed

LIKE PATRONS OF A PLAGUE
we'll march so solemn sworn
protect our land protect our place
we'll never feel the warmth
like lemmings to the sea
we'll drink the wine as blood
pray another hungry soul
WILL STILL ESCAPE THE FLOOD

Chorus


AMERICAN DREAMS (Bondi)
Look what's happened to my hands
I can't get past the blood on them
What's left behind another war
murder is so tragic but we want more

I wish that I could place the blame
on someone else's dream of pain
The things that foster panic here
remain obscured
remain unclear

Look what's happened to my arms
The strength to move's becoming calmed
What rights are mine are put to rest
recall my first name and fail the test

I wish that I could memorize
all the hopes and all the lies
The fortune that good men escape
Denys my tongue
Destroys my face

I've had enough of American Dreams
I've had enough of American Dreams

Look what's happened to my dreams
My nightmares speak in voices seen
we came to burn in the city on the hill
prescribe me faith, but give me pills

Chorus

AOF in Minneapolis
PHOTO: MICHELLE STRAUSS OHNSTAD



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