All the world is waiting in the half life where we live nobody left to lead us our time is closing in We'll take it back our time is closing in so make
Every september I always remember to sing to your headstone and hear you sing back wait for the day work for the day how could I forget the world you
Lower the flags Raise Up the Earth Freedom 'til death Death until birth We're still fighting each other I'm your opposite number I know we didn't have
Dead boys Dig through all this condescension Speech from the desert echo to cities Coming in louder and clearer Communicate this capital cancer Fuck
Are we all detainees? Without rights trapped inside motives Presented by the black and the white And bleeding blue ray red but only to amplify Heroes
If you could see in the dark hallways old lights flicker stobelight shows of gurneys silver and rust refrigeration stalled when the fuse box blew the
We move from fear to fear I don't believe in consolation no matter what falls out of the bloated mouthpiece of the nation You close the doors beyond
Wake up from under all this trash Peel away your mask from the myths of sin Pisstaken isolation Men mistaken for buried in the sound for all who turned
The blood for your freedom The horror that you taught to them to kill all your sheep In the fold your power fades without control Privacy invasions
The driver shouted out, "Time to turn this around, wipe the dust and spit from his face." out loud sang starvation and blight gone from the light and
I woke up screaming but no one heard the drying river shining to the breathing world (what was I dreaming of...) and I missed all the gardens all the
He was the artful dodger of the bullet blasts While the cop cars passed him by For the wolves-in-sheep's-clothes politics And the pop stars Young men
Half alive we fall through worlds we go to colorful altars in the grip of war and woe and the desperate charge to make the damage look undone here's
I ought to know I'm not so black and pretty too big, suspended two dimensional glory in competition watch your suicide clothes: flat screen targets sweat
We get torn apart All our lives Told that we're useless or gifted Loved or despised Too many generations passed And passing But all their progress Lost
