below - authority reigning down on me where the fuck is their priority? living life our own way doesn't come without a price to pay we'll escape the status quo follow me below if you've got nowhere left to go follow me below saving face making waste losing time at a breakneck pace gonna stay american way we've got our own perilous games to play busted balls broken glass lie in wait for my time to pass gone away rue the day find a way to make you pay

with a bullet - these corporations are killing me selling prepackaged celebrities with every tired dollar spent the fattest cat still makes a mint counting money somewhere in seclusion as the record drops worldwide like a thorn stuck in my side is this what they're calling revolution? contemplating their demise an evil plan hatched and devised shoveling shit down the throats of children radio's not what it used to be i'm not buying what they're selling me another number one with a bullet another feel good radio hit perpetrated by the institution yesterday's gone the airwaves bleeding blood from the stone i'm about to break fake your angst on the airwaves boiling blood in my brain i'm about to break it's your money in the bank i'm about to break gone away from the airwaves

blunt instrument - another night i'm locked down tight it's been forever since i've seen the sunlight no way can't stay holding out for one last day forever dying on the inside dying just to get on the outside not free to be free hammers marked justice follow me i don't belong in this cage boiling my blood with this rage got but one chance to be free taking you all down with me nobody else is getting out alive can't you hear the siren wailing tonight? taking you all down with me these four gray walls all i see got but one chance to get free taking you all down with me break down these walls tonight wait until they hit the lights taking you down with me all of you on your knees

look ma...opposable thumbs! - what sets us apart? not much just timely execution of clever evolution stylized monkeys all are we don't take your self so seriously

in line - the wheels turn to regulate another nothing turned out by the state raised by your institution hell bent on retribution he's aimless and unclean forcefed through the big machine look at what you've helped create another product of anger fear and hate it's been so long since the last time i've been allowed to use my own mind it's all a lie this nationwide homicide you'll never make me fall in line more lies we rise nationwide homicide shove a system down my throat teach me that i should vote don't believe the shit you read or anything on your tv stop wasting your time not part of your design you'll never make me fall in line

pyromaniac holiday - tonight's the night we're gonna burn it down set the fire right and burn it to the ground when you see us coming better get the fuck out the way chaos on parade pyromaniac holiday when you see us coming better get the fuck out the way anarchy on parade pyromaniac holiday dead tweakers everywhere MDC tell people everywhere we ain't gonna stop we'll meet you at the scene bring your matches and your gasoline tonight we'll burn this motherfucker down burn that mechanism to the ground watch it burn motherfucker burn we're building up a fire tonight walk until you see the firelight they're building a better bastard downtown tonight we burn it down finding solace in this brilliant decay a pyromaniac holiday

gods of war - hit the ground running with the fear of god in me sent to kill not to care fight the enemy freedom's not the reason and it's not democracy vengeance is my motivation to bring brutality attrition killing you killing me annihilation destruction of my enemy dissention slaying all that challenge me infliction chaos breeding casualties running blind behind the lines a rifle in my hand sent to fight not to survive to gain a piece of land through killing fields weapons we wield sound that battle cry dealing death till my last breath unafraid to die murder is my occupation rivers running red no secrets to my location follow trails of dead stories told on battle scars and notches on my gun fearless and aggressive now i'll die before i run strength beyond strength now kill to live living to kill a fire burns inside anger is my motor living breathing genocide i will make your martyrs in this jihad that you seek vengeance is my motivation and bleeding are the weak

sick day - that weight on my back is too great i can't wait for it to break day after day it's all the same feels like i've gone insane i buy beer with my pocket change because i make minimum wage my parents never told me life was fair but they've never worked there it seems though my life is a mess i wish i'd passed my g.e.d. test stuck in this fucking dead end job slaving for some asshole named bob strain in the pain for a forty hour week i can feel it from my head to my feet been longing for a little rest and relief don't think i'll make it through this week my boss is a jerk abd i don't wanna work think i'll call in sick today nobody wins if i come in think i'll call in sick today i've been searching for a way out of work but every single plan has its quirk calling in a bomb threat has crossed my mind so has the chance of doing hard time fake a slip and fall that might do the trick if they catch me i'd get my pink slip ten paid sick days it's the perfect scheme staying home from work paid it's my dream

better days - better days where are those better days we dreamed of many years ago? are they gone? were they ever here? i'm afraid i have to say i don't believe in better days so i guess we'll have to do with the ones that we've got people spend so much time wasting time saying "why can't it be the way it was before?" you'll never know so let it go and try to find the gold in every day stop wishing your days away these are our better days

silas' song - problem with my attitude my attitude problem your problem with my attitude is not my fucking problem aggromaniacal larger than life problem with my attitude my attitude problem you bitch moan whine complain ain't no way to solve them

more dead than alive - lately i can't seem to get myself out of bed can't seem to shake these cobwebs from my head motivation used to be a friend of mine hasn't shown his face in a long long time the bottle seems to be my new best friend the mirror on the wall reflects the shape i'm in think about the things i could have been doesn't even matter too close to the end i'm dead more dead than alive bitterness slowly creeps into my brain have to ask myself "have i gone insane?" pain and suffering is more than i can bear people around me just sit and stare i'm stuck in a place i never thought i'd be realize i'm not the man i planned to be can't deny there's something wrong with me will i be stuck here for eternity darkness surrounds me it's all that i see feel the grim reaper bearing down on me no place to hide just try to survive it's hard to do when you're more dead than alive walking through the valley of the shadow of death don't know could this be my last breath? somewhere there's an open grave for me the day i fill it i'm finally free

road to ruin - here we go again is everybody in? it's time to begin throwing caution to the wind again sometimes the road is my only friend no time to stop no time to pretend now's the time to start it up again if we never make it home find some more road to roam if we never make it home i don't mind if we never make it back buy another round of jack if we never make it back i don't mind i don't care how far we drive to make it there i don't care i don't mind i came here to fucking lose my mind no time to waste it's time for damage plans buy some beer and pile in the van set up shop somewhere and make a stand another town another show we'll do it al again tomorrow thanks for coming out we've gotta go i don't mind ten hour drives we like a chance to get high i drove all night so push to the front

little bit of hatred - i've got a little bit of hatred and it's all for you and i've been thinking about what i outghta do maybe scream, maybe kill, maybe lose my head but i bet there's even something better instead you got me all fucked up, i don't know what to do i've got a little bit of hatred and it's all for you usually enough to get me back in line sure as shit worked every other time, but there's a nagging down below that says there's something more like a dim warm light behind the cellar door, s'pose i better move fast before it chooses to die, but i swear it was enough to get me back in line i've got a little bomb inside of me that's ready to blow, and it's time, high time to let it fucking go it's been too long to let the hatred ride to let the poison bubble up and eat me from inside but i guess the only thing that i can ever do is get a little bit of hatred and it's all for you.

lost hour - i'm not a big guy, but i've got a brain, and i've got a voice. i've made a choice but i stand alone, did you ever feel that what's core to you or me finds disconnect in society's blank overfed, underthought mindless empty gaze? what's important here and now? what makes the world go round? whiter teeth? E-fucking-D? is that as deep as your awareness goes? while you were s;eeping in ambien sheets, a million souls were murdered across the sea, and that's the shit that makes us scream...we are infuriated, we will not be placated. we the people of the human race hereby demand a cease and desist of all this shit. it's getting out of hand. more caffeine and more nicotine won't speed it all away. the penalty for all this apathy isn't one i'll accept...fuck that! let's take a stand, join our hands, i'm tired of fucking crying for the hopelessness of man. i won't shed another tear... we are infuriated, never to be abated. can you feel it building now, like a splinter in the brain? exquisite pain can only be delayed unless you raise your righteous voice and live your life like you've got as choice. take it back, make it real, then you know how we feel. we are infuriated. we are beyond frustrated.

question everything - homicidal angel, unleashed on the world, the one they least expected...a subservient girl. left to die as a martyr, knowledge born of spite, she seeks blood with a vengeance, living only to fight. now i know the way, must question everything. time is drawing nearer, too many bridges have burned. dispatching her betrayers, leaving no stone unturned. tear away from yesterday and keep the lesson learned. question everything, save your life. focused absolution, healing ashes of time. a world void of the virus, and no one's left alive to die alone, dust and bone, to feed the roaches and mice. tear away from yesterday...

asphyxiation nation - listen to my proclamation: what is wrong? the population, too much oral defecation, self improvement's masturbation founding fathers? segregation. segregation? constipation. constipation? demonstration, killing of all blood relations, MORE!

underground - sufice it to say at the end of the day nothing, but nothing dare stand in my way. listen quick for bass kick and follow that sound down to the underground. listen and follow the sound. let's see what's going down. if you don't show i'll see you around. i'll be where we all belong: underground! i've been known now and then to bludgeon a friend with a verbal barrage that will cut through the skin. if i'm talking shit about you, i don't want you around...in the underground. now it's all fun and games until someone gets maimed. when the barroom gets rough and the patrons insane...to all moshpit morons and tough guys, we don;t want you around in the underground.

let them choke (ray kwon do) - pushing and pulling and weeding and culling, but nothing grows here anymore. this time on my hands is the devil's defile. now the wolf's creeping up to the door. i could end this charade: bullets, bombs, hand grenades. no regard left for hundreds of lives, to let them suffer and lay in the beds they have made, stepping over our graves to survive. let them choke on the blood of the innocent with nowhere left to hide, hands are dripping with the blood of the innocent. run through hell to save your life! hopeless and bleak, 40 hours a week, till one day they kicked him to the curb. now these plans that he's laid, bullets,bombs, hand grenades, serve to balance all they've disturbed. i won't stand here and say that it's the only way, but i tell you i understand why. pushing men to the brink is a dangerous thing, they get what they've paid for...if they try.

i wish i was irish (so my life would mean something) - and i'll try to drink, so at least i can think. and i'll throw back 3 or 4 more, just to get my thoughts in sync. and i'll try to get some sleep, but in a world so fucking bleak...so now we hoist our glasses to all of those who passed. the next's round's one me. and we will drink to the ones to our left and right, drink to the ones who have lost the fight, drink from the morning to the dead of the night. drink for those who've gone off to war, drink for what it is they're fighting for, and drink for those who ain't comin' home no more...and when the sunlight hits my eyes MORE!

american history (truth o) - it seems we're forging ahead at falling farther behind. am i losing my faith or slowly losing my mind? the processes of these beliefs eroding over time...we are forging ahead at falling farther behind...behind! quality or quantity, a question old as time. living and surviving can not equate. destitute or just down and out, or lazy by design, you and you along decide your fate. history is a pack of lies, a bloodline legacy written by the hand of dominance, passed down through the stones of time. secret societies for money, power, providence. now they're all screaming "change!", broken promises rearrange. putting the "mock" in democracy, veiled and disguised hypocrisy.

elbow grease & change - ska, dub, dancehall, reggae...it's all the same. i will call them freedom songs; what's in a name? stop fussin' and fightin', let me explain. put out the flames; what's in a name? always gonna be nothing, come from nothing, far as i can see. your fussin' and your fightin' spill out to the street. so easy to blame what's on tv. could the problem be with you and me? stereotyping, categorizing in the industry. shut your mouth and start listening. i've heard a million protest songs. they tried to right a million wrongs, but at the end of the day, it's only music anyway. only elbow grease and change will keep you strong. 3 piece suit politician man knows the game; he tell the people what they want to hear and he sidestep the shame. spin left, spin right...who are they to say? and does it really matter anyway? common sense and logic have gone astray. they give it up, give it away. could the problem be with you and me? or is the "human" gone from humanity? putting the blame on putting the blame on me. MORE!