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RHETORIC What do they expect to change With a boring rhetoric Spouting words with cheap concern Complacent loads of shit Who is this fucking idiot Telling me that it's alright Just to ease his guilty conscience Of being middle class and white Expect another Democrat To bail us from this shit? Soften up the left's ideas And try to make them fit It's gone beyond the point That politics can help The framework that you live in is a problem in itself PEACE OF MIND Hardest thing for me in life Is to find some peace of mind Some surround themselves with wealth That only makes them blind Every person has a choice You make yours and I'll make mine Why should people live their lives To other's expectations Just makes you feel inadequate And filled full of frustration Is it really such a crime I just want some peace of mind Some look in a bottle Others simply go to church Or enter institutions In the never ending search I might end up going crazy Just to get some peace of mind |
DOG'S EYE VIEW People they don't notice me I blend into the crowd Watch them play their social games That make them feel so proud Their looks seem incoherent Their faces look like masks Going through the motions Yet no one stopped to ask Is this really what I want Or is this what I've been told Is there someone pulling strings Or am I in control? They're always out there waiting With their ignorance and greed Forcefeeding me values That I don't fucking need Disgust and paranoia Twist in me like a knife I'm looking at this world With a dog's eye view of life You look at me as if I'm dirt Some punk out of his mind When I can see quite clearly The things to which you're blind THE ROLE He's a sick and frightened little man... Head full with visions of grandeur She puts his needs before her own Though he could never stand her He made it clear she was his property On the day they were married Spurts of violence keep her in control And killed the child that she carried She doesn't question or resist Kept in her place with iron fist Social positions sold and bought Each play the role that they were taught She plays the object on her knees Sucking his insecurities Man has the power and control She is submissive and does as she's told Now and then she feels emptiness So she put paint on her face It gives a sense of security Knowing she fits her place Bound her feel like a china doll With ideals instead of tape A catatonic subservient For her master to rape It's a man's world isn't it? Social positions sold and bought |
DARK AGES (2000 A.D.) Image of a dead man Nails struck through his hands Is this really something That a child can understand? Plastic crucifixion Of a Christ who whas been killed Hanging on your beadside Playing on your guilt Accept as being normal This sick perverse idea Of a heaven we should strive for And a hell that we should fear Intimidated by the church We grovel on our knees Begging for forgiveness And hope Almighty Lord is pleased So they told me about Jesus How he died for all our sins While millions throughout history Have been suffering for "him" The Lord is our sheppard And we are all his sheep If you see any truth in this Your brain must be asleep... Nicely packaged dogma Of security and hope On the threshold of hypocrisy A man is crowned a pope And all to the advantage Of the fucking ruling class Just like the kings and queens Who have used it in the past You warn me about dying You seem already dead Your vacant smile reveals All the shit that you've been fed The shit that you've been fed The shit that you've been fed The shit that's been shoveled down your throat |
NAME AND NUMBER Would you deny Your flesh and your soul Your very life's breath To do as you're told Would you give in Like an obedient slave To a hand that would guide you While digging your grave? Selective service system Wants us on file To make it convenient When the time comes to die Youth of Amerika Lives with the threat Of five years in prison If you choose to object And as you're dying In a maniac's war Will you remember the lies That they said it was for Even in death You will still find no peace They'll make your corpse Tools of patriotic beliefs It's quick, it's easy And it's the law Just go on down to your local post office Sign your name on the dotted line Just sign your name and number And sign away your life... |