I protest too much? I'm not jealous, I don't get moved by much I'm not enraged, not insecure as such Not going insane, rational stays in touch And doth I protest
mutilation of the human race is set on course Protest and survive, protest and survive It's up to us to change that course Protest and survive, protest
He's the last of the protest singers, Selling truth and commitment, He don't get much work these days, He's billed as a novelty act, And he stands there
out there, And you can hear it. Just your basic protest song. Now your 16 and there's a danger in the air, And you can see it. Just your basic protest
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
Don't ever ask us to define our morals Sometimes when fundamentals meet teenage heartbreak Some of us are all of us half-selves that love whole hopes
Enemies of Khanate strung on hooks Like pigs to slaughter, heads will roll Heads will roll, throats will be slit Blood will flow like springs of water
Thus now, he knelt before the ruins Cold of sweat, heat of flame And all the severed heads of those who brought the village The village to it's shame
Religion is killing all over the place, everyone is striving to be the master race. You fight for your freedom and you kill for peace, but your whole
Well, place your justice in my palm And then I'll make a fist And punch your grimaced face Until every knuckle breaks And bleeds in resistance to my sidewalk
Stepped off a chair so he could learn to let loose Learn to let loose before the pendulum wore off In his final sound a gurgle and a cough In his final
And when the underworld's Best kept secrets Saw it's own reflection I knew things had finally changed For better or worse Whatever as always Midlife
Compassion is shit, Soft-spoken words and a look of concern. The fire is lit. Emotion will never extinguish the flames That inaction has built. What
PUNK IS FUCKING DEAD! and its been killed by spiky haired kids that are being filled with the idea that the world is beautiful and free but they've been
This morning there's no rods or staffs to comfort you dressed As a target as you amble in your chains and stumble through The corridors that lead to our
Take everything your parents taught you Throw it to the dogs It's a forgotten flesh of something dead It's blood drips from your jaws Take everything
We woke up as men but tonight, tonight we'll sleep as killers As we break the cryptic morning with a bullet and a prayer The steel never seemed more cold
Oh God The sound they must have heard in the distance A wilderness of sound and movement Repeating itself across the narrows of the mountainside The
