Energy, apathy, becoming one thing controlling
and numbing the minds of the poor things.
The struggle becoming a battle you`ve already lost to discover yourself,
as a pillar a stucture, but what have you got?
To defend to repel to begin the resistence that never has ended.
We live in a world in a nation that can`t even fly it`s own flag.
We hang on to the past, with its brutality and division.
Why cant you just make a decision?
The future is yours.
It`s not theirs.
It`s not gods.
It`s not anyone`s who presumes to own you
or the thoughts that make an original,
shift all the subliminal brain massage from the rich man`s poet
whos bright lights will lure your weakness.
Just keep the guns locked out of reach of the Children.
Keep the guns locked out of reach!
Can`t you see you`re breaking me
Can`t you see you`re faking me
Feel It
Can`t You Feel It
Can`t You Feel It
Can`t You Feel That They`ve Failed You?
You`re slowing the drugs in your veins are numbing every pain,
every twinge, every singe from the fire of globalisation,
you`re warming your hands on the bodies of children that learn
so that MacDonalds can jack their yearly gross earnings
if it wasn`t real it would seem to absurd.
The fear grows, the fuse blows on just one more bomb
set by extremists that could have been me or been you.
A push or a shove when a smile
or some love would have helped out that kid off his face on his dexies,
his parents shove down his throat
so they don`t have to divert their attention from making their quota
or buying that sofa that`s just oh so comfy.
As all the porn pours in vein the Nike channel,
just keep your guns locked so very far out of reach!
They`ve Failed You
Breaking Me Down With Their Holy Water
Fight back!
