Super-Heavy Meow Mix (a.k.a. "Coolest Song Ever")
I want chicken; I want liver.
Meow Mix, Meow Mix, please deliver.
Meow meow meow meow. Meow meow meow meow.
Meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow.
Accidental Tree
As the rings multiply, it becomes clear that the world is not for this tree. Though it seems suited for survival, it just was not meant to be.
Falling. The leaves are falling.
A misplanted seed sprouts from fertile but unwilling soil. From the dirt it rises and grows. A tree to the eye, but not inside. Hollow with the knowledge of why.
The leaves keep falling.
The bark thickens and nothing gets through. Constant mullings over the existance it has inherited become destructive to its upward drive. Growth is halted, but a slight want remains.
And the leaves keep falling.
There is no absolution. A pointless journal, no questions answered. Will our tree live, or is it standing dead?
Take Action
We always say we need to work together to progress.
But the fact of the matter is that talking's all it is.
More time is spent complaining and bitchin about the scene
Than any of us are usin for reconstructing-
This thing we all hold so close and dear.
If we continue down this path, it'll no longer be here.
Take action! Don't complain if you ain't puttin in. We can win if we all pitch in. Take action!
This community is dying and it's the only thing I've got.
You can bet I ain't gonna sit around, watchin it rot.
Put aside procrastination; start striving for change.
The smallest thing you do can cover a broad range.
And when we do whatever is in our power,
We can overcome this darkest hour.
Take action! Don't complain if you ain't puttin in. We can win if we all pitch in. Take action!
No more talking; the time time is right now.
Time to take fuckin action - Nevermind how.
Do what you can and you're doing your part.
A rebirth revolution is about to start.
Take action! Don't complain if you ain't puttin in. We can win if we all pitch in. Take action!
America
Divided we stand with blood on our hands,
Yet we still speak of unity.
I can’t understand the hatred of man,
Ignorance and stupidity.
You claim tolerance for all existence,
But practice militant resistance.
How the hell can you want peace,
Without exorcising your own beasts?
Where does evil speak of good?
Where on earth does lying reign?
Where is murder understood?
Right here on the “golden plains”.
Say one thing, but do the other.
Rape our sisters and kill our brothers.
Use scapegoats to take the blame.
Hideous crimes in freedom’s name.
Where does evil speak of good?
Where on earth does lying reign?
Where is murder understood?
Right here on the “golden plains”.
The beauty of our country does not exist,
Yet we rule this world with an iron fist.
Plaguing the planet like a cancerous cyst.
Breeding ground of the anarchist.
Pit Anthem
Clenched fists, cut lips, windmills, and spin kicks.
I wanna see some blood in the pit.
Got tough-guys and the skins, straightedges, and emo kids.
They're all here for one thing.
Clenched fists, cut lips, windmills, and spin kicks.
I wanna see some blood in the pit.
Whip back with a fist and throw some 'bows.
Jump up with a kick and bust some skulls.
Show em what you got when you're on the inside.
Make these motherfuckers run for their lives.
Clenched fists, cut lips, windmills and spin kicks.
I wanna see some blood in the pit.
All I Know
All that I know... That is all I know...
When I got fucked up, wind in the back and I'm never-ending.
That's all I know.
Stop bitchin, take what they gave you. I don't got nobody to save you. Stick to the side and you'll be alright. Whenever you're down, you know I'll come around.
Do you know all that I know?
Wanna figure it out?
All I know...
What I said: Now I got a new sixpack (of pencils). My brain flows freely and your own just got fed. All that I know is never gonna save you. All your minds are just too shut.
All I know...
I never, ever drowned in a bath of right... and that's all I know.
Break Down
I'm on the brink of insanity.
The only thing that I hold sacred is me.
Break down, break down. The world just fuckin breaks down. Black is all I see. Break down, break down. Everything breaks down. Even you and me.
Break.
Mrs. Rogers (written and screamed by Pogo of PitPal, bass by Snap)
Pogo wants these lyrics kept top-secret!
