SUBURBAN SUICIDES
just open the door
take a look outside
look to the heavens
take a look at your lives
just open your front door
and look to the sky
identical people living identical lives
the penalty for mediocrity: a corpse chained to the ankle
its starting to reak and fester
the smell of apathy, failure, and fucking filth
i feel worthless
but it keeps me warm at night
like bathing in the blood of the world's working class
i feel worthless
but it keeps me warm
oh please oh please id ask for help oh please oh please i'd ask for help
if i ever thought that anyone could
make me feel better
i feel sick
make me feel
pills and thrill and changed outlooks
but never a changed man
i walked around for hours
and still found nothing
go for a walk and just get lost
circles and circles and talk talk talk talk(ing to no one)
im brokun
walk to the jukebox and put in your token
walk to the bars, just to get laughed at
walk to the broken down bars just to laugh at yourself
and all the records are broken tonite
and the radios the same rehashed shit
relash the body to you and you to it
march to the beat of failure
stagger to the feet of someone you loved
drag your second self your(e) someone else
put on your suit and tie
and into bed and cry your eyes goodnight
DOOMED
i hate you and you hate me
we're a doomed society
buildings fall and people die
we run to fight but fight to hide
hide the fact that we are killing ourselves off
of this dying, this doomed fucking world
911, 9-1-1
someone call back 911
cause i still need my fucking innocence
i want my back my fucking ignorance
(but it wont happen)
theyll try to hide the truth
seizures of red white and blue
that no one can see past
no one will want to see again
after witnessing that
turn on your TV and find out who you are
its george w kerry in 04 again
get out and vote demopublican
all great civilizations comes to an end
this sure aint what i'd call great
all great civilizations come to an end
but we sure as hell are ending
so make it quick
and start over
destroy and start over
just kill me quick
and start over
ASPIRING TO FAILURE
i cant write
fight the system anymore
im having trouble thinking at all
my mind-- its fucking fried
content with boredom
and being tired
this song
its fucking long
and boring, to the majority
those inside the box they cant hear punkrock
thats why im yelling
thats why you should be
live on the fringes of society
poor and dirty
you could be the next revolutionary
the next nietsche
or the next pothead pumping gas down the street
its no use
youve failed already (youve failed)
you could get up
or you could lay low
either way we're dying slow
we're dying so slow
the ability to change is there
motivation hangs in the air
so burn out, i dont care i dont care
or act, and fight, and change the inevitable
it always stays the same
pick your cards and play the game
we've got things to do
music to make
thinks to break
i'll sit
and burn away
WE GOT CHAIRS, YO
a spectator on the day of my execution
a solution overlooked that results in a
bloody wrist and an unkempt appearance
this is my medium to keep from fighting
to keep from fighting myself
bloods been drawn but when the record spins i sing and dance to the song
bloods been drawn but when the record spins i sing and dance to the song
(just tie the noose around me)
then a hooded kicks the chair out from
underneath my feet
and i smile
accepting the fact that there was nothing i could do
a spectator on the day of my execution
and i smile
accepting the fact that there was nothing
YOURE A FUCKUP WHOSE GONNA GET FUCKED UP
i want to be young and get my kicks
but your eyes
are fixed on the words coming out of
your teachers mouth and beliveing those words without a doubt
this school is boring
this schools a fuckin joke
filled with obediant white kids
with money to buy coke
well fuck obedience and
break the silence
you saturate the lesson plan like a matress under a rotting corpse
fucking maggots
fucking apathetic habbits
fucking maggots
holding up a picture of your future college
a shit-face smile and a false sense of happiness
