I'm guessing that some things never change. Sore losers when they've lost the game. Trying to win the battle lost. Some just can't accept it some just
Every race and creed please come along, We need the masses to help us sing this song, I know we'll win, I know we're right, Fuck your borders, Fuck your
now your well's run dry five years gone by but you still sit and wonder why it seems so hard to occupy your time well spent a needle your best friend
i try to talk to you but the words all come out wrong what would i say to you that's why i sing my song there's no connection just feelings of regret
Force Fed into believing what's right. Your stripped of a soul and you're ready to fold. Follow them and they'll show you the light. You're already sold
So you're sick and you feel like you've got to stay in line. I keep the questions in my mind the time is changing with the tide. It's never too late don
who made you god? you tell me now what gives a woman the right the right to take an unborns life but who the fuck are you to decide or to tell her what
I see these people everyday. These zombie like lab rats just wasting away. And what I see it's not for me. Your really not living you're barely existing
I know what your thinking responsibility scares you to death. We'll this is the last time your ever gonna meet this mess again. Why don't we talk about
Robotic return to the hand that feeds, With no concern for the wounds that bleed, Moving forward like a leaderless soldier, Someday you'll move on, but
tears are dripping from my eyes when i think of what you've done spoke to me about nothing but lies and now you are gone said it would be forever that
Why can't I explain my feelings? All these thoughts my mind's just reeling, Confused and dumb in my regrets, I hope it's not too late yet. I miss you
What's wrong with your mind this time? What's gone wrong with your life? I'm trying to make it work, But I guess I'm too much of a jerk.
You sell your soul now and there's nobody left. Friends dropping off like flies. Pushed to the brink how much longer did you think they'd humor your disguise
We'd better respect This land and reflect On how we plant the seed And grown inherent defect The conductor has been hailed Even though decisions failed
You try to find your place for comfort regurgitating everything they say. Believe, believe, believe, relief. Rinse and repeat your time away. They lie
For so long we slave under the gun And this war inside is never won I have always sworn that I won't conform I refuse to suffer anymore The calm before