Picking my brain and I still can't find a reason for your war.
Needless to say such behvior in the past has left us warned.
No, I won't pledge my allegence and the outcome serves me right.
What about those who've bled?
Lost all sense of hope and daily fear in their lives.
Picking my brain and I'm troubled by the question: Who'll kill man?
Needless to say from our actions, answers have been made clear.
What's the protocol?
With my pride in the struggle, I pose a threat against the ruling class
In the interest of whom are many lives lost. In the interest of whom?
Take part in your war -- Fuck you. No thanks. I won't fight.
I know your lies. War. You know everything about death and you're smothering me.
I can't catch my breath; see right through you.
2 - Status Symbol
A will to survive; shackled and silent.
Oppressive self-religion holds us back.
Token hands close tightly around necks.
Neglecting those which would impair them.
Each chosen word burns through my heart.
Complacent standards torn apart.
But there's not room left for ignorance;
Who's held, legs prone to movement, all torn apart;
Who's held back us.
3 - Inquire Within
Certain choices make things seem all right.
At the same time, it's a notion for the big at heart.
A constant struggle to be torn apart.
Creative use of words to delegate, to appear all right.
Correcting your behavior; no, I'm not the savior though.
I refuse to remain mute; I'll challenge you and those alike.
Cause ignorance is what's kept you blind..
Don't care if disrespect is what you feel.
4 - The Weight Of Remorse
Since when is it over?
Overwhelmed with with defeat.
Perhaps a chance for mistakes is threatening.
Downsize your loss.
Propelled by my greed.
Means just getting one more chance.
To ridicule me.
Each arm posed, the blood holds still.
How will I know?
We used to sit together, eyes locked.
Anticipating each time we'd meet.
Each arm posed, the blood spills.
Help them through the night.
Are they close?
Do they know about it?
I don't doubt it.
The martyr takes a step towards the unexpected.
Floating down, no one in sight.
Now all there is to look forward to is your anti participation.
5 - Fact Nor Fiction
All votes are in.
Deconstruction of a culture seems obvious.
Reconstruction of a culture homogenous.
Snatch the taste for compassion, nothing but lies.
Land of the free, liberty.
All votes are in. Unanimous.
6 - Syncopated Synthetic Laments For Love
When your words spill, I realize them wiser than past days.
A complete turn around.
You've come around and taken everything.
A new perspective gives me great faith to reanalyze my trust in you.
Although I can't quitecomprehend this reckoning.
Just to recognize such arrogance irrelevant.
Your useless words come to mind.
Seen better days; taken everything wiser than past days.
Now I've lost all faith.
7 - Highly Enlightened
Feel the weight.
Overwhelming force sent on a quest.
Consciousness, sometimes silence is all I need.
Take all prior notions back.
Giving away what you did; hand tied behin backs.
Closer than you meant.
8 - Blind Leading The Blind
Fell from grace off weak limbs.
Now to stand means everything.
Confidence fades as I wallow in so deep.
Walls come crashing down, crashing all around.
Just a taste; it takes hold.
Admitting I was wrong.
Forced to recognize your sympathy.
Your own self pity.
9 - Of Epic Proportions
Your words could have held the ground up under my feet.
Although I can't recall the purpose, each one still stings.
Thinking back on things now filled with regret.
I wish we shared more time, something we'll never get back.
Listened patiently but denial's never kind.
Escaping what's believed; starting to realize.
Instrumental in the shaping of a young mind; taught me everything.
Something you think I'd recognize but your words still strike a chord; each one more important.
Words mean all. I've got each one. More important than the last.
Only here and now the past creates a camouflage to cover my wounded eyes.
Mistrust mistaken. I'm apathetic only here and now the past takes a little time to pacify satifaction.
10 - Instrumental
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