lives are ruined By man they've ever seen A choice of death made for man By leaders behind the scenes The end result of a Nuclear War That laid waste
It's fucking art, man!
Oh it's been getting so hard Livin' with the things you do to me, aha Oh my dreams are getting so strange I'd like to tell you everything I see Oh,
The son of families of millionaires is representing the masses I thought that most people I know are broke Taxation by representation tell me all about
"When people worship a mam And not the ideal" There's a fire in you soul There's a fire in your brain You're running blind Your mind is hazed with pain
A nightmare rises from the holy places Daring to sin against it's ways An evil impulse rises to the fore And deadly silence from those above Bow down
A spiral of anger breaks its human fold A chapter of hatred starts its evil flow Now a trial begins A clash of senseless hate Before the fences mend Another
Woke up one night with this fierce pain in my chest Didn't know what to do, couldn't even rest Ran down to the doctor's office to see where I stand
You always talk about yourself in contradictions Stuck in recking and verbal consciousness distinction Help yourself and try to rationalize The keys to
by: Adrian M. Brush aka "Dementia" All complaints, bitching, and gripes in general to: amb2be2e@panam3.panam.edu *Equal Rights* by Nuclear Assault
Alcohol and pills, a night with some thrills Go out with my friends and leave a good will Some smoke and some buff, now I'm so tough My ignorant habit
Hopelessly lost, a battle not won You're running in panic, Away from the guns Panic is striking at those all around Beware the Grim Reaper, He rests all
Growing up I start my life the normal way Learning by living, go to school, well not everyday Finding limits, learning rules by pushing hard Earning
Searching, for a ne way you're looking for a way out of this mess you've let build up around you Believe what you see, Believe what you hear It's time
A state of mind, mine is most unkind Another here is sharing my space Locked within this same human skin Another voice is sharing my throat We are here
I am sick and tired of the way you've let things slide Just because we're young doesn't mean we can't decide If you think that we ain't got a thought
Building wealth on the backs of the poor Making deals is sleazy smoke rooms Politicians living feathered beds Turn around and tax us to our deaths
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