Dance and laugh and play Ignore the message we convey It seems we're only Here to entertain A rebellion cut-to-fit I refuse to be the soundtrack to it
It's something physical. It's a conditioned reaction. It's something physical. It's a conditioned attraction. But have I finally escaped? Will my eyes
three choices, one bullet, one trigger, guess who gets to pull it one leader, a thousand slaves. for every throne there's a thousand graves you're all
Mark your point of failing. It begins where you concede. Hesitate. Procrasti- nate. Sedating. All configureed to impede your path. You need a good kick
You speak of Rastafari, but how can you justify belief in a God that's left you behind. You simply fill the gap between the upper and lower class
of life for those who seek none beyond a parkland mall. This land scape oasis now feigns city hall. And they call this peace. That's not how it seems
Ska sucks. Ska revival isn't cool you stupid fuck. The bands are only in it for ther bucks. If you don't belive me your a shmuck. But the trend will die
My father told me "son, it's futile to resist, You can topple ideology but not the armies they enlist." I questioned the intentions of the boy scouts
I wanna walk you home from school. And I wanna carry your books to every class. And I wanna fuck you up the ass. Aw girl, you know it's true how much
We spoke our minds too clearly. We assumed fundamental rights were inherent not as pawns but humyns. I do not require a gauge for freedom of speech 'cause
no one really cares. Peripherally blind. Intellectually numb. Ignorance by choice? or just plain fucking dumb? You're threatened by my mind. You want everything
dance and laugh and play. ignore the message we convey. it seems we're only here to entertain. a rebellion cut-to-fit. i refuse to be the soundtrack
It's something physical, conditioned reaction. It's something physical, conditioned attraction. But have I finally escaped? Will my eyes no longer rape
Three choices. One bullet. One trigger. Guess who gets to pull it. One leader. A thousand slaves. For every throne there's a thousand graves. You're
You speak of Rastafari, but how can you justify belief In a god that's left you behind? You've simply filled the gap between the upper and lower class
I want you to want me. I need you to need me. I'm begging you to beg me. And I want you now. Yeah, I want you to want me. I need you to need me. I'm
Mark your point of failing. It begins where you concede. Hesitate. Procrastinate. Sedating. All configured to impede your path. You need a good kick
A sylvan way of life for those who seek none beyond a parkland mall. This land scape oasis now feigns city hall. And they call this peace. Not how it
