LYRICS
The Bricks construct the place in which I self destruct my eyes they see the zombies limp abreast to me structues ascend channelling wind we beg for change in the valley within waste away hanging out coffee acid cigarets and matches stairway cafe were adrift for another day how far we surpass the nameless mass in endeavors so meaningless I look for some kind of meaning all my actions seem so self-defeating waste away hanging out two friends some pens sixty five cents real life brings it to an end how far we surpass the mass in endeavors so meaningless.
authority is wrong authority is right humanity in turmoil in the circular fight outside and far beyond these walls we've built I've learned to see the beauty we've killed I hate you you hate him unfocused hatred seeks a victim outside, I'm looking in, I'm uncertain the world is black the world is white why think one way why see the light (spoken stuf that is lost)
I'm old enough to know the score I'm yound enough to want more more more there's a demon deep inside of me some times I let the old boy run free don't think twice when the sun goes down I'm troublebound try to make a living during the day deep in the night I throw it all away there's a demon deep inside of me sometimes I let the old boy run free
sometimes I unwind look back to the passing of time sometimes I feel those days become unreal our lives are fashioned by things that come from outside control so indirect we don't even realize someday my instincts will be things I can trust someday too much conditioning could make me self destruct someday I'll fall back on values I've created in time someday I'll have the chance to take back what's mine sometimes I say it's just gonna be that way sometimes I hear my own words come out unclear
it wasn't my decision, I was a victim of circumstance it wasn't right, I knew I never had a chance my anger grew so fucking large it almost overcame my independence almost got lost to the violence chain pieces of a machine called education (I was desparate) I plea for peace victim of the cycle of intimidation (I was separate) I plea for peace they'll find you (running hiding) way down inside you and I plea for peace certain jocks sought control instead of escape from pain inside, with stupid violence formed by hate power and strength, but no power in their own lives ignorance with the knowldge they're always right (S.A.G. break)
I know that things are getting tougher when you cant get top off from the bottom of the barrel wide open road of my future now... its looking fucking narrow All I know is that I dont know nothing we get told to decide just like as if im not gonna change my mind all I know is that I dont know nothing whatcha gonna do with yourself boy better make up your mind whatcha gonna do with yourself boy you're running out of time this time I got it all figured out all I know is that I dont know nothing... and thats fine
(chorus) sound system gonna bring me back up one thing that I can depend on try to describe to the limit of my ability: its there for a second then it's given up what it used to be contained in my music somehow more than just sound, this inspiration coming and twisting things around Because you always know that its gonna have to go. you always know that you'll be back in the cold. point of depatrure sublimated in a song its always coming to give me that hope for just a second then its gone but (chorus) static pulse inside of music bringing us escape its always temporary changing nothing in its wake just a second where were leaving all this shit behind just a second but its leaving just this much in mind: to resist despair that second makes you see to resist despair because you cant change everything to resist despair in this world is what it is to be free (chorus) wake up turn my box on bust the shade let the sun in times getting tougher bout time to start runnin box in my hand music by my side skanking to the rhythm of the music by my side
something breaks inside of you with the spectacle of all the shows with fifteen fights and your six bucks has gone up some promoters nose jaded eyes see clearly but only half of whats there good old days are left behind whats left is boredom and despair but sometimes every once in a while its beautiful I would say, I wouldn't have it any other way if I said different it would be a lie what was once rebellion is now clearly just a social sect but are you just upset because your own social clique has left leave when you want because I know that someday I will too but I wont burn my bridges and be just another jaded fool
stand by your freinds, wrong or right can't call that justice when its just a stupid excuse to fight single out and attack the ones who got no defense you call that a new way of thinking i call it regression to ignorance take warning theres a new generation coming and we really gotta stand up to them nobodys got a thing against you unless youve got something to prove we dont need no set of standards, we dont need a new set of rules heard all that shit before about stomping out any difference we say stand together (not to fight just to exist) take warning intimidation coming and we really gotta say no to them enough is enough is enough why dont you just ease up I saw another beat down last nite take warning who's the next to hit the ground tonite take warning
wrenched into the world, deanaesthetized blurry images fiht their way through halfway opened eyes awakened by alarm fifteen minutes of hygeine twenty minutes of eating thirty seconds to the door I looked outside I looked into the eyes of the impersonal mob I've seen a thousand times before feeling under covers like books on a shelf if we're scared of one another must be scared of ourself more than just another crowd we need a gathering instead drink drink in the badland liquid bread for the poor another member of the crowd goes down to drown at the liquor store choose your escape in the heartland of product and demand when you feel like a wasp in the swarm you gotta get away anyway that you can
down in south oakland off east 14th its raining six a.m. on sunday and the bums are praying met her at a party we were drunk now were sober she said its cold got a long walk home come over shes a bombshell I've retraced my steps a thousand times seems I've spent hours asking all my freinds about her been six months but ill never be the same nobody remembers her name shes a bombshell
theres a war going down between my brothers tonight I dont want no war going down tonight civilization ha I call it as I see it I call it bullshit you know I still cannot believe it our evolution now has gone the way of hate a world evolved resolved in this stupid fate stop this war all so different yeah I say were all the same all caught you know in the division game self destruction fast impending like a bullet no one can stop it once its fired no one can control it stop this war a final word, wait it's not a call to action we aint no sect we aint no fucking faction unity unity youve heard it all before this time its not exclusive we want to stop a war unity as one stand together unity evolutions gonna come
I saw this guy go down wasn't time for fear before his body hit the ground (chorus) our vulnerability is all our insensitivity car that hit him pulled to a stop driver hid the bottles he anticipated cops (chorus) crowd assembled to take a look at death shattered skull fragile body blacktop running red (chorus) people looked bored like expecting more people looked bored like expecting more (chorus) and sympathy is only freindships whore you know and maybe we dont know who we are anymore another spectacle and its respectable to take it lightly like another tv show so desensitized so dehumanized why stop and think when you can find someplace to go were drowning (chorus) and its gonna be the death of us just you wait and see
well i saw this kid get beaten down because he was out of luck in the lottery of acceptance in the school of growing up saw a bunch of convicts doing time inside a cage got locked in factories w/in the school of paid wage (chorus) saw this boy so strung out that his body sweats and shakes from his field education in the school of cheap escapes got told the school of human thinking teaches only truth and one of its educations is gonna find you (chorus) saw a civilization where grabbing onto wealth was the only guarantee of freedom peace and health dollar sign value system upheld as the truth and if you cant find a place its gonna find you (chorus) saw the paranoid response to all of the examples of the ones that dont fit in this way of living geting trampled success is obedience to a structured way of life you cant ignore the structure because were all within its sight
they call it a scene I call it disaster down here the kids grow up faster scared they're scared to the bone like a pack of wolves they don't run alone one on one they won't look you in the eye but when the pack's together there's a battle cry I saw it fifteen on one when the crowd dispersed the kid was done no (no more) no (bad town) no more bad town yeah down there you gotta have a label just like a cattle in a stable knee jerk reaction I call it violence why speak out when you could be silenced down there on the dance floor too much violence I dont want more down there out on the street I can see the air I can see the heat (chorus)
at the party at the bus stop at the bar you're looking at women because your score is under par when you find her it doesn't mean anything you wonder why yourr life is so boring a mind is a terrible thing to waste you would gladly waste it just to save face her desire is your wish with out it you are lost integrity is fragile but you ignored the cost smiling when your freinds are watching you one night stand car keys in hand you've fullfilled your gender's sexual demand are you feeling insecure and empty when you're rushing to report it to your peers!?!?
caution is a word that i cant understand c-a-u-t-i-o-n was a word i could not understand walked the dog with a real short leash turned around saw the dog walk me stainless steel and painted glass give me a pulse like a hammer and a mind to match no relief no food no sleep when you're king for a day you're a whore for a week I didnt get it then I think I got it now caution my freind dont step in the water 'til you know you can swim
empty factories to the east and all our waste the shape of things that came shows on the broken workers face to the west you'll find our silicon promised lands where machines replace our minds for systematic profit plans the course of human progress staggers like a drunk its steps are quick and heavy and its mind is slow and blunt I look for optimism but I just dont know its seeds are planted in a poison place where nothing grows its 1989 stand up and take a look around weathers bitter tension it seems is sinking down drunk with power and fighting one another every hour shows the winter getting harder theres a freezeup coming one nation stands the tallest radiating blinding light plastic and fluorescent energy robbing us of sight set in our way content with our decay we wave the flag of freedom as we conquer and invade ever ask yrself wheres my place in this hell but no ones there to tell you cuz they dont know that themselves the well rehearsed lines from our elated politicians no longer offer solace we can see the self destruction just one political song to drop into the list that is years and years long
hes got a song about a love thats gone away sometimes his eyes shed tiny teardrops when he plays his touching ballads are just there sitting to buy they call it music but it seems more like a lie artificial life in the marketplace epic ballads by the musical whores life is so boring project theirs onto yours hear the anthems of the pepsi generation see the martyrs of our spiritual degradation artificial life in the marketplace american culture disneyland freak show screen in your living room a window for your tomb if you cant compare to the world sitting there repress your insecurities watch and escape give me artificial give me superficial give me a commercial life that can't be bought this I say to you what I say is true emotions aren't a product to sell and cannot be consumed *coming attraction its coming real soon prince is having lunch with pat boone want to know where all the bullshit goes it goes down the sewer to be disposed
the position being taken is not to be mistaken for attempted education or righteous accusation only a description just an observation of the pitiful condition of our degeneration walls made of opinions thru which we speak and never listen ceiling made of pride vicious and self satisfied door thats made of rage hard and slowly aged always closing tighter with every war that's waged room without a window cant see out... floor is made of lives wed gladly end to stay inside corners made of borders, borders made of law and order painted with the words of politicians and religion plastered with the wreckage of our cultural division room without a window cant see out...
concrete and chaos rise up spiderweb across the land like a giant rash forests lie down below foundations of buildings in a bed of ash some people here got it real good cuz the glass towers bring prosperity other people starve in the street because concrete knows no sympathy big city its a wishing well, big city its a living hell this town its fucking insane how one will starve and another will gain like a giant mechanical brain and the people are cells and the streets are veins it thinks only of itself a thousand limbs crawling as it expands and grows and still the concrete sits there sits there stark grey and cold and I think I wanna be a brick layer so I can put another brick in the wall its sanitary rational happy and sane growing like a flower to surround us all
I start it, I end it I kill and words will defend it got big plans blood stained hands wanna see my name on the map on my way to save the world got a brand new set of words the going rate is cheap unconditional devotion unquestioning belief words carved in stone chiseled in with sharpened bones of the ones who thought my righteousness was something to oppose can you see the flag rising up beyond the smoke of dying authors burning books there was a problem with what they wrote the flag is hard to read because all flags start to look the same when covered w/the blood of the faithless and insane man of many names but the motives stay the same my actions are a means to an end my actions are a means to...
I always looked up on the ones who walked away choosing themselves over preset ways of looking at a future that had no room for the questions they lived for always knew i never could have walked away myself my self worth was beyond any help and i didnt care to test it against the rejection i had seen before but those i loved so much they underwent a change they're working fourty hours they got caught in the game like junkies running dry, the vulnerability they're always there on time we're never satisfied like junkies running dry this wonderful generosity a third of our lives to do what we please doesn't look that great to me in fact it doesnt even look fair they call it youthful idealism and even I would have to agree with them except some of us grow up and its still there I grow up too slow I don't wanna go but now i'm working just like everyone else but ill get out of here
*it's not the ending its the beginning the ground is moist and it rained last night smells like smoke and it smells so clean the sun is shining down like a freindly white light here we go again analyzed the world I was born into but I could never understand knew I never wanted to grow up if that meant being a "man" dominating strict competition is the meaning of our lives stomping on the weak keeps us the winner of the battle in our minds tensions in our lives that are attacking our minds unite themselves together to make our conciousness blind conditioned to self-interest with emotions locked away if that's what they call normal i'd rather be insane relax yourself from giving what you want to do with your life ease up from giving up things like control of yr own mind if you never ask any question then you're never gonna get no answer always be wondering what do you want while you keep getting older faster here we go again another test of manhood just when you thought youd won the more we keep competing the more the battle has just begun
i'm in this prison built for you in this situation I don't know what to do can't make a connection get a reaction there's this wall and I can't get through you're dying some guilt with no words what did I say what did I do youth hostels I lodged kept seeing you as a mirage flashesof you were everywhere hoboken new jersey I'm in this prison built for you in this situation I don't know what to do always something makes me think things dont have to be so wrong you put up walls with nothing spoken in your weakness you're so strong
never had a reason for the attack it's impulsive and insane when I wanna talk sense to you it's like spitting back at rain I've come to know that when i first saw you I should have ran away I've kicked myself a thousand times but now its too late yelling in my ear you try to control me you look but you don't see yelling in my ear you got a big mouth are you ever gonna get a clue youre loud obnoxious when youre gone I still hear you always spewing shit with you irritating voice I dont wanna listen but I got no choice quit acting like youre nuts, just shut the hell up
one day I saw a man asleep in a doorway on the street thru walls of sheltered inhibition I perceived his condition dying of hunger and exposure, food and shelter two blocks over within this place we breed and dwell in we've created living hell sleep long sleep well only to awake in hell city sleeps and pigeons flutter vagrant dies in the gutter prideless death somehow befitting to life spent working on forgetting riding on the bus I looked outside and thought about death passing cars the only tribute to his gasping final breath sleep long sleep well only to awake in hell (constant subliminal brain immersion subconcious death wish coercion buy and consume and want and need never fall from the trap of greed) I thought about the bitter pain of jail cells and falling rain i thought ahead and looked away what can you do anyway in sheltered youth and our pretension avert our eyes to divert attention only to see the human victins always there to remind us sleep long sleep well only to awake in hell
expensive vitamin pills and wheat germ on yr windowsill your schedules hectic and you got no time to kill you're earning money and spending it the right way you're just in such a rush you dont know if its night or day 5:30 get up and you run, run, run then you work eight hours slaving under the gun your little world's based on lies lies lies always rushing but youre never ever satisfied healthy body sick mind youre working overtime healthy body sick mind too hectic too hectic healthy body sick mind its just a matter of time sick body sick mind the money you spend on running shoes could feed me for a week your plans are laid so well you cant even sleep pursuit of happiness got your life locked up under martial law you got everything to lose so you're paranoid about some fatal flaw
why do you have to force yourself with power and control why do you have to live your life playing up a role intimidating people with your wall of sight and sound you and your kind destroy our underground all the happiness you destroy all the brutal tactics that you always employ all the fucking bullshit when will it ever stop the comparison is obvious you're just a fucking cop officer you act like an animal you're out of control officer what the hell is wrong with you wear a tie if you want to wear a uniform join the army if you want to conform tough guy asshole do what you can whatever you destroy we'll create it again
when youre dying giving up hope living for smoking dope singing that same old song yeah yeah yeah its always the same I got no - nothing in mind I was trying a new adventure buying that old peer pressure wasting my mind away but I saved it just in time no reason I was going mad I was hating my mom and dad riding a sinking ship thank god I never did slip
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