1. RED STARS OVER THE BATTLE OF THE COWSHED

Senators and representatives
I have the distinguished honor
Of presenting
The president of the United States

I Declare a War,
A fight for freedom against any system that's built to consume our power
Maintained to divide our energy.
A system where an honest person
Can sweat for hours
And then play slave to the man in the television tower.

A system where private ownership erases public healthcare because
Dollars are worth more than people;
Dollars are worth more than sense.

"Oh what force on earth is greater than the mighty strength of one."
It's a one way street through a faceless crowd;
Barcodes and black lit billboards show us, guide us, teach us how
How to earn our rank,
Divide the rich and poor,
Pit us against ourselves,
Compiling and burning the corpses of class war.

Yes I want to topple the system
Held in place by financial greed
Where wealth is made through ownership
And social hierarchy.
Yes I want to topple the system(4x)

Dollars are worth more than a worker in need, more than John and Jane doe
With a family to feed. (2x)
But we are the workers, the majority
And this system fears solidarity.
So I declare a War
On everything they're for because
"Oh what force on earth is greater than the mighty strength of one."

It's a one way street through a faceless crowd;
Barcodes and black lit billboards show us, guide us, teach us how
How to earn our rank,
Divide the rich and poor,
Pit us against ourselves,
Compiling and burning the corpses of class war.

Yes I want to topple the system (8x)


2. AN APATHETIC NEW WORLD

Tonight I sat alone
On the steps
And stared into the blank sky;
Stars cloaked by smog,
The poison of our own.

And as the bitter air bit down
I held my breath and
Thought of all the others on their backs.
Thought of all the others on their backs.
Thought of all the others on their backs.
Thought of all the others on their backs.

How do you organize resistance
Against something that's not even there
But still killing you, killing you?

Dirt covered fists
Screaming indignantly,
Midigate to out turned palms pleading admittedly.

Raping people of their hope and the sky of all its stars.
They're dying at your feet but 'who cares who they are.' (right?)
There's no place like home
There's no place like home
There's no place like home
There's no place like home.

"It's like filling
An empty glass
From an empty bottle."
And it's stricken
By rigor mortis
With your hand on the throttle.

Grasping at a chance through a wall of austerity
And a fence of police enforced
By democratic vulgarity.
Two percent
Controlling the power;
Controlling you, controlling me,
Controlling the borders of democracy.

So it's you, and it's me
And we're up against a fence,
Control or be controlled by only two percent.
So it's you, and it's me
And we're up against a fence,
Control or be controlled,
Because only we can set us free.

Think of all the others on their backs.(4x)


3. THESE COLOURS DON'T RUN

(they do however slaughter innocent millions world wide every year)

It's so egregious so conspicuously wrong
Tens of thousands of people vilified and killed by the means of western hypocrisy.
The double standard of the ways of Mao Ze Dong,
(killing for crimes against country).

1998 the Clinton administration,
bombing the plant of Al – Shifa was merely “retaliation.”
This move would prove detrimental to so many lives, and day by day the death toll is forced to rise.

Bombings won't justify bombings, death will not justify death.
Death its self justifies nothing, Nothing will come of it.

Terrorism as defined by official U.S. documents is “the calculated use of violence or threat of violence,
to attain goals that are political, religious, or ideological instate.”

A labeled rouge state, Look at your self.

The Rockets red glare (Red like the blood you have spilled),
The bombs bursting in air,
(anonymous graves you have filled,)
In the name of humanitarian intervention will not cease all though by definition, they're a terrorist act.

Bombings won't justify bombings, death will not justify death.
Death its self justifies nothing, Nothing will come of it.

Nothing will come of it.

Bombings won't justify bombings, death will not justify death.
Death its self justifies nothing, Nothing will come of it.

Bombings
Bombings won't justify bombings, death will not justify death.
Death its self justifies nothing, nothing will come of it.


4. FEAR AND LOATHING IN LARAMIE

Compassion is shit.
Soft-spoken words
And a look of concern.

The fire is lit.
Emotion will never extinguish
These flames that inaction has built.

What makes it burn?
A nation so straight that deviation's a crime.
When will we learn
That sexuality is not a punishable offense?

On a cold October night,
A gentle soul was crucified
And what remains of
His blood still stains our idle hands
That soft-spoken words won't justify.

Culprits are we.

Let's talk about rights.
Let's talk about sexual orientation.
Let's talk about you and an entire homophobic nation.
Will you follow me down?

Can we not separate ourselves from such hate?
Let's sever the head of the beast with the crown,
Let's no longer participate.

Let's talk about rights.
Let's talk about sexual orientation.
Let's talk about you and an entire homophobic nation.

Will you follow me down?
Why won't anyone stand up?(4x)

5. LED ASTRAY

So much time slipped away
As if it meant nothing at all
I remember that night,
We didn't know it
It would be our last.
But now as I look back,
An awkward tension hung in
The air.

Now everything is different,
I don't know you anymore,
And as we pass in the hall
I feel myself weeping inside;

Knowing that the friendship
That there once was
Has withered to but one glowing ember
Of a fire that burned so brightly.

And I swear to you the times are changing and
I swear that you are too.
I swear to you that I'm no different,
This I swear to you.
You, I think you're well aware,
That this path we've taken is all but fair.
With everyday
We're led astray and slowly it just slipped away.

I am now accompanied by
Hollowed memories,
All of them faded to black and grey.

And I swear to you the times are changing and
I swear that you are too.
I swear to you that I'm no different,
This I swear to you.
You, I think you're well aware,
That this path we've taken is all but fair.
With everyday
We're led astray and slowly it just slipped away.

These thoughts they tear me up inside,
Devour me, consume my mind.
I scream at night,
Rip out my hair,
How much more can I forbear?

I swear, this I swear to you,
From birth I think we knew,
Nothing is truly alive unless it dies.
And you I think you're well aware
This path we've taken is all but fair,
With everyday we're led astray
And slowly it just slipped away from me.


6. I AM DMITRI KARAMAZOV AND THE WORLD IS MY FATHER

So it starts, from one impurity held in place by loveless security, always thron around and beaten by squinted eyes that soon bear turned back, abstract views through broken bottles of brandy. I'm questioned all my life why I kept on saying that I didn't even ask to be here, you made that choice for me, enrolled me in your schools and church and in your god forsaken military. What cost do I pay for being born of you? My life, enslaved by passions, held away from me. Who is my mother? Where is her grace? Where is that subtle joy I crave? It's gone, or should I say never existed anyway. Through blurry winter clouds and snow melted by anger - my subscription. my addiction. If I had one love in the world : you tried to take it away. A pound of nuts is simply not enough to keep my rage at bay and though i didn't kill you. like you tried to do to me. I'm just as guilty because I would have wanted to be free.