Translation: Suburban Plight. Shopping Cart Suicide.
Translation: Suburban Plight. Age Of Discontent.
Translation: Suburban Plight. Inquisition.
The air is cold its all I know Can't find my bones I'm all alone My memories have faded into the unknown When did I feel was it that long ago "You'll
Its cold inside my mind Winter has arrived All the trees are dead outside And all that I have with me Is this heaping plate of apathy To keep me warm
Smoke and mirrors, smoking guns Predicated off of the fears we love Wave the flags, raise the guns Bathing in the oceans of blood Of our daughters Of
These are the days When all things fall away Mangled on the page Our lives have gone astray Passing by the hour Our senses are devoured By the things
Anthems crumble Resistance waning Eerie shrill silence White flags waving Grey flannel dissidents are always aware Burdens of loneliness are too hard
I touch this skin the feelings strange I don't know myself but you know my name I'd give all of my heart to feel something Sell all of myself just to
Its time to play dress-up Which mask will I wear today Its time for me to get up So I can sleep walk through the day Through the day Through the day
The blades of grass are crying foul To the roots in whom they doubt Can save them even now The grains of sand that sit and shake In the shadows of the
While we were waiting Anticipating the coming of days Silence fell down on us Killing the thoughts in us So they'll say This right to fight for a life
When I spit in your eyes don't take it the wrong way I'm just letting you know how I feel When I laugh in your face you'll be laughing there with me
Here we come Down the street Here we come down the street in our big shiney yellow machine Here we come down the street in our big shiney bristled machine
