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 structure, but what have you got? To defend to repel 

to begin the resistance 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 who's 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 globalization, you're warming your hands on the 

bodies of children that learn so that MacDonald's 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