We buried our ideals
We suppressed them in the name of progress
running programs of decay
and faking meaning to this emptiness
And is it worth the cost
for the shit we think we need
for our fragile little lives
and our perfect fucking dreams
why do we get up in the morning
when all we want to do is sleep
and why the hell do we look so different
if we're all Perfect Machines.
Someday I'd like to sit
with the people on the fringe
beyond the pain, beyond the guilt
beyond the shame.
We'd all be blown away
by all the things you do and say
and we'd laugh and raise a glass
and we would sing...
tonight we drink to the world.
What did you expect
from this room full of angry people
a sympathetic shoulder,
and the creation of egalitarian worlds?
this is the dawn of a new age
of shattered hopes and shattered dreams
the wind won't shift the storm won't break
there is no hope for lasting change.
If I had time to think
I think I'd try to find
why we try so hard to separate
from the collective mind
it may be romantic thoughts
about our place within this world
that our shitty little lives
are part of one big shitty whole.
Someday I'd like to sit
with the people on the fringe
beyond the pain, beyond the guilt
beyond the shame.
We'd all be blown away
by all the things you do and say
and we'd laugh and raise a glass
and we would sing...
tonight we drink to the world.
Tonight we drink
to these cities and these streets
this shit society
these fragile little lives
and our perfect fucking dreams
to every waking hour
that we don't spend on our knees
and to every single one of you
who did not give up on me.
"Surgical Tape and Tourniquets"This is such a bloody mess
surgical tape and tourniquets
tight enough to suffocate
the blood within my veins
to remove this crushing weight
a strength I could not anticipate
a battery of blood and hate
is banging down my door
struggling to stand
I am pushed to my feet
with a million behind
giving me energy
By ourselves
left in the holes where we fell
who here among you
will die when your told to
with blind faith
in search of the light
My blood might as well be gasoline
my body just a cog in the war machine
living like a bullet in a magazine
is a fact of life not a tragedy
eye to eye with the enemy
I can't help but recall a distant memory
the man that's standing there in front of me is me.
My final thought
as my life quickly fades
is what is this life
that we're dieing to save?
By ourselves
left in the holes where we fell
who here among you
will die when your told to
a blind faith
in search of the light
(harmonized guitar solo 'till you die)
I can see it raining down,
it's burning in my lungs
a bright hot dirty cloud
brought to swallow me whole
how was it before
this unending war
I'm not a soldier
I'm a man still standing.
"Hey Pocahontas (this war is upon us)"Bullet holes, giving blood
amputees on their knees
in the mud behind the red
a bullet waits another bleeds
Bang Bang!
hit the floor
tortured for another's war
this is not the first time
and it's not the last
This war is upon us,
both sides are dishonest
general interest
is what they want to hear
hear what they say
see what they do
you'd be surprised at what they're telling you.
I'm not gonna walk that line, you don't own my life
You're not my father this is not your fight
Get out of my way no need to explain
this is my freedom and it's not okay
you can give all our names to the CIA
but we can't let them get their way
Another mind, another hand,
another choice just killed a man
he may have lived his soul is dead
trapped inside another time
One More! casualty
is forgotten easily
this is not the first time and it's not the last.
This war is upon us,
both sides are dishonest
general interest
is what they want to hear
hear what they say
see what they do
you'd be surprised at what they're telling you.
I'm not gonna walk that line, you don't own my life
You're not my father this is not your fight
Get out of my way no need to explain
this is my freedom and it's not okay
you can give all our names to the CIA
but we can't let them get their way
"All Your Childhood Pets are Dead"It'll be a cold day in hell
when we all feel the same
so let the bridges we built
go up in flames.
Don't move, there's something behind you
a force of nature is pulling to a point of no return
two eyes, of abnormal size have been burning a hole in my brain
I feel the change, my eyes are open wide so I can capture everything
I'd turn and I'd run but I'm frozen in rage
I don't want to see but I can't look away
It's a hard road to follow,
it'll be a cold day in hell
when we all feel the same
so let the bridges we built
go up in flames.
Is this my fate
drowning in the excess
barely alive
but borne into an early grave
just a wrench in the gears
dead wind in your sails
it's all the same.
To feel the change
after all we tried to save our lives will never be the same.
it's a brave new world on this broken landscape.
but where will we go if we don't have the strength
It's a hard road to follow,
it'll be a cold day in hell
when we all feel the same
so let the bridges we built
go up in flames.
Fall in line and sing together
waste away our lives with pleasure
sounds okay,
whaddaya say?
everything is fucked up anyway
let's rewrite all our history
go out in a blaze of glory.
fists held high and voices raised
we've got one last chance to turn away
or one last chance to change.