This is not an argument. It's a one-sided diatribe, and I'm on the wrong side. It's not a traffic stop. But I'm sure you'd make a pretty good cop. This is not a photograph. We never advert

This is not an argument.
It's a one-sided diatribe, and I'm on the wrong side.

It's not a traffic stop.
But I'm sure you'd make a pretty good cop.

This is not a photograph.
We never advertise, just cut them down to size.

These are your rules of engagement:
Shoot

Hands on our hearts but no patriot hymn.
We pray for better days but don't believe in sin.
We are the pride and the disgrace.
We sing of world's end with a smile on our face.

Fraudulent allegiances, cheap facades,
our father's flags, our mother's gods.

We will celebra

Hands on our hearts but no patriot hymn. We pray for better days but don?t believe in sin. We are the pride and the disgrace. We sing of world?s end with a smile on our face. Fraudulent allegi

We screamed at this wall 'till my throats were raw. We beat at this wall 'till our hands were broken. We mourned at this wall 'till our hearts was empty. We built this wall; we were trained to be enemies. Sin by omission; that's how we're fooled.
Textbooks? Propaganda tools! If we only read

Hooked up & sucked dry. And yes it pried my eyes open wide. But I couldn't make room for the fear inside. I shut down. I went numb. Tried to escape but I couldn't outrun. Stressed my head until it broke. The days slipped through my fingers like smoke.
It's a lesson that I won't forget.

Obedience ingrained, so discreet. Our chains rendered obsolete. Post-everything. Feel nothing. Ironic detachment replaces outrage. I?ve grown comfortable in my cage.

Ignore history. A charm school success story. Top of the class in Slash & Burn Diplomacy. Setting phasers to stun is no fun. So says the syllabus for Blitzkrieg 101. So Johnny get your gun.

Ignore history.
A charm school success story.
Top of the class in Slash & Burn Diplomacy.
Setting phasers to stun is no fun. So says the
syllabus for Blitzkrieg 101.

So Johnny get your gun.
You singed your wings, flew too close to the
sun. Too bad you never lear

Last call for the bloodsuckers, heaters, and parasites. You're been relieved of duty, so let's call it a night. You'd better sleep tight, and get your head right. No more backdoor deals, it's not a

Last call for the bloodsuckers, heaters, and parasites.
You're been relieved of duty, so let's call it a night.
You'd better sleep tight, and get your head right.
No more backdoor deals, it's not a fair fight.
You're beating plowshares into swords and taking your glad-handing bul

I kiss the ground and you embrace the sky. I dig myself into a fucking hole while you unfold and learn to fly. That's the way it went. I watched you descent. You got your wings clipped, and your ha

I kiss the ground and you embrace the sky.
I dig myself into a fucking hole while you unfold and learn to fly.
That's the way it went. I watched you descent.
You got your wings clipped, and your halo bent.
Scratching our initials into wet cement is as close as we get to something

Regression is my obsession. I keep screaming, never learned my lesson. Demolition is out best invention, and our favorite mode of transgression. (End Transmission)

Regression is my obsession.
I keep screaming, never learned my lesson.
Demolition is out best invention, and our favorite mode of transgression.

(End Transmission)

Kick, snare, amp blare,
We're black & blue but we don't care.
Iron lung, broken rung; awaiting sente

We rattle chains, and we question how we are trained. We speak words profane. We'll be banging pots and pans until you understand: We're following a different plan. Tried to live the good life, I

We're more than just the sum of our parts. Hands off our bodies, hands off our hearts. And who the fuck are they to tell us where we can and can't find divinity? We looked around and found their

No sleep. We are restless pestilence. Broken promises collect like bounced checks. Never penitent. I call it ?home? where I lay my broken bones. Sticks and stones, a row of disconnected pay phon

I will be heavy like stone to hold you down. Weightless like wings to lift you from the ground. I will be flesh and bone, fragile and frail, And I will be the wind when it?s time to set sail.

Instead of "welcome home," you looked at me and asked, "How is this gonna end?" When the wind beats against our hollow bones, we're only forced to run for shelter again. We'r