The Crowd

wrenched into the world, deanaesthetized 
blurry images fiht their way through halfway opened eyes 
awakened by alarm fifteen minutes of hygeine 
twenty minutes of eating thirty seconds to the door 
I looked outside I looked into the eyes 
of the impersonal mob I've seen a thousand times before 
feeling under covers like books on a shelf 
if we're scared of one another 
must be scared of ourself 
more than just another crowd 
we need a gathering instead 
drink drink in the badland liquid bread for the poor 
another member of the crowd goes down to drown at the liquor store 
choose your escape in the heartland 
of product and demand when you feel like a wasp in the swarm 
you gotta get away anyway that you can

Bombshell

down in south oakland 
off east 14th its raining 
six a.m. on sunday and the bums are praying 
met her at a party we were drunk now were sober 
she said its cold got a long walk home come over 
shes a bombshell 
I've retraced my steps a thousand times 
seems I've spent hours asking all my freinds about her 
been six months but ill never be the same 
nobody remembers her name 
shes a bombshell

Unity

theres a war going down between my brothers tonight 
I dont want no war going down tonight 
civilization ha I call it as I see it 
I call it bullshit you know I still cannot believe it 
our evolution now has gone the way of hate 
a world evolved resolved in this stupid fate 
stop this war 
all so different yeah I say were all the same 
all caught you know in the division game 
self destruction fast impending like a bullet 
no one can stop it once its fired no one can control it 
stop this war 
a final word, wait it's not a call to action 
we aint no sect we aint no fucking faction 
unity unity youve heard it all before
this time its not exclusive we want to stop a war 
unity as one stand together
unity evolutions gonna come

Vulnerability

I saw this guy go down 
wasn't time for fear 
before his body hit the ground 
(chorus)
our vulnerability is all our insensitivity 
car that hit him pulled to a stop
driver hid the bottles 
he anticipated cops 
(chorus)
crowd assembled to take a look at death 
shattered skull fragile body 
blacktop running red 
(chorus)
people looked bored 
like expecting more 
people looked bored like expecting more 
(chorus)
and sympathy is only freindships whore you know 
and maybe we dont know who we are anymore 
another spectacle and its respectable 
to take it lightly like another tv show 
so desensitized so dehumanized 
why stop and think when you can find someplace to go 
were drowning 
(chorus)
and its gonna be the death of us just you wait and see

Gonna Find You

well i saw this kid get beaten down because he was out of luck 
in the lottery of acceptance in the school of growing up 
saw a bunch of convicts doing time inside a cage 
got locked in factories w/in the school of paid wage 
(chorus)
saw this boy so strung out that his body sweats and shakes 
from his field education in the school of cheap escapes 
got told the school of human thinking teaches only truth 
and one of its educations is gonna find you 
(chorus)
saw a civilization where grabbing onto wealth 
was the only guarantee of freedom peace and health
dollar sign value system upheld as the truth 
and if you cant find a place its gonna find you 
(chorus)
saw the paranoid response to all of the examples 
of the ones that dont fit in this way of living geting trampled 
success is obedience to a structured way of life 
you cant ignore the structure because were all within its sight

Bad Town

they call it a scene I call it disaster 
down here the kids grow up faster
scared they're scared to the bone 
like a pack of wolves they don't run alone
one on one they won't look you in the eye 
but when the pack's together there's a battle cry 
I saw it fifteen on one 
when the crowd dispersed the kid was done 
no (no more) 
no (bad town) 
no more bad town 
yeah down there you gotta have a label 
just like a cattle in a stable 
knee jerk reaction I call it violence
why speak out when you could be silenced 
down there on the dance floor 
too much violence I dont want more 
down there out on the street 
I can see the air I can see the heat 
(chorus)

Smiling

at the party at the bus stop at the bar 
you're looking at women because your score is under par 
when you find her it doesn't mean anything 
you wonder why yourr life is so boring 
a mind is a terrible thing to waste 
you would gladly waste it just to save face 
her desire is your wish with out it you are lost 
integrity is fragile but you ignored the cost 
smiling when your freinds are watching you 
one night stand car keys in hand 
you've fullfilled your gender's sexual demand 
are you feeling insecure and empty 
when you're rushing to report it to your peers!?!?

Caution

caution is a word that i cant understand 
c-a-u-t-i-o-n was a word i could not understand 
walked the dog with a real short leash 
turned around saw the dog walk me 
stainless steel and painted glass give me 
a pulse like a hammer and a mind to match 
no relief no food no sleep 
when you're king for a day 
you're a whore for a week 
I didnt get it then 
I think I got it now 
caution my freind 
dont step in the water 'til you know you can swim

Freeze Up

empty factories to the east and all our waste 
the shape of things that came shows on the broken workers face 
to the west you'll find our silicon promised lands where 
machines replace our minds for systematic profit plans 
the course of human progress staggers like a drunk 
its steps are quick and heavy and its mind is slow and blunt 
I look for optimism but I just dont know 
its seeds are planted in a poison place where nothing grows 
its 1989 stand up and take a look around 
weathers bitter tension it seems is sinking down 
drunk with power and fighting one another 
every hour shows the winter getting harder 
theres a freezeup coming 
one nation stands the tallest radiating blinding light
plastic and fluorescent energy robbing us of sight 
set in our way content with our decay 
we wave the flag of freedom as we conquer and invade 
ever ask yrself wheres my place in this hell 
but no ones there to tell you cuz they dont know that themselves 
the well rehearsed lines from our elated politicians 
no longer offer solace we can see the self destruction 
just one political song to drop into the list that is years and years long 

Artificial Life

hes got a song about a love thats gone away 
sometimes his eyes shed tiny teardrops when he plays 
his touching ballads are just there sitting to buy
they call it music but it seems more like a lie 
artificial life in the marketplace 
epic ballads by the musical whores 
life is so boring project theirs onto yours 
hear the anthems of the pepsi generation 
see the martyrs of our spiritual degradation 
artificial life in the marketplace 
american culture disneyland freak show 
screen in your living room 
a window for your tomb 
if you cant compare to the world sitting there 
repress your insecurities watch and escape 
give me artificial give me superficial 
give me a commercial life that can't be bought 
this I say to you what I say is true 
emotions aren't a product to sell and cannot be consumed 
 *coming attraction its coming real soon 
 prince is having lunch with pat boone 
 want to know where all the bullshit goes 
 it goes down the sewer to be disposed 

Room Without A Window

the position being taken is not to be mistaken 
for attempted education or righteous accusation 
only a description just an observation of the pitiful 
condition of our degeneration 
walls made of opinions thru which we speak and never listen 
ceiling made of pride vicious and self satisfied 
door thats made of rage hard and slowly aged 
always closing tighter with every war that's waged
room without a window cant see out... 
floor is made of lives wed gladly end to stay inside 
corners made of borders, borders made of law and order 
painted with the words of politicians and religion 
plastered with the wreckage of our cultural division 
room without a window cant see out... 

Big City

concrete and chaos rise up 
spiderweb across the land 
like a giant rash
forests lie down below 
foundations of buildings in a bed of ash 
some people here got it real good 
cuz the glass towers bring prosperity 
other people starve in the street 
because concrete knows no sympathy 
big city its a wishing well,
big city its a living hell 
this town its fucking insane 
how one will starve and another will gain 
like a giant mechanical brain 
and the people are cells and the streets are veins 
it thinks only of itself 
a thousand limbs crawling as it expands and grows 
and still the concrete sits there 
sits there stark grey and cold 
and I think I wanna be a brick layer 
so I can put another brick in the wall 
its sanitary rational happy and sane
growing like a flower to surround us all 

Missionary

I start it, I end it 
I kill and words will defend it 
got big plans 
blood stained hands 
wanna see my name on the map 
on my way to save the world 
got a brand new set of words the going rate is cheap 
unconditional devotion unquestioning belief 
words carved in stone chiseled in with sharpened bones 
of the ones who thought my righteousness was something to oppose 
can you see the flag rising up beyond the smoke 
of dying authors burning books there was a problem with what they wrote 
the flag is hard to read because all flags start to look the same 
when covered w/the blood of the faithless and insane 
man of many names but the motives stay the same 
my actions are a means to an end 
my actions are a means to...

Junkies Running Dry

I always looked up on the ones who walked away 
choosing themselves over preset 
ways of looking at a future that had no room for the 
questions they lived for 
always knew i never could have walked away myself 
my self worth was beyond any help 
and i didnt care to test it against the rejection i had seen before 
but those i loved so much they underwent a change 
they're working fourty hours they got caught in the game 
like junkies running dry, the vulnerability
they're always there on time 
we're never satisfied like junkies running dry
this wonderful generosity 
a third of our lives to do what we please 
doesn't look that great to me 
in fact it doesnt even look fair 
they call it youthful idealism 
and even I would have to agree with them 
except some of us grow up and its still there 
I grow up too slow I don't wanna go 
but now i'm working just like everyone else 
but ill get out of here

Here We Go Again

 *it's not the ending 
  its the beginning 
  the ground is moist and it rained last night 
  smells like smoke and it smells so clean
  the sun is shining down like a freindly white light 
  here we go again 
analyzed the world I was born into 
but I could never understand 
knew I never wanted to grow up if that meant being a "man" 
dominating strict competition is the meaning of our lives 
stomping on the weak keeps us the winner of the battle in our minds 
tensions in our lives that are attacking our minds 
unite themselves together to make our conciousness blind 
conditioned to self-interest with emotions locked away 
if that's what they call normal i'd rather be insane 
relax yourself from giving what you want to do with your life 
ease up from giving up things like control of yr own mind 
if you never ask any question 
then you're never gonna get no answer
always be wondering what do you want 
while you keep getting older faster 
here we go again 
another test of manhood just when you thought youd won 
the more we keep competing 
the more the battle has just begun

Hoboken

i'm in this prison built for you 
in this situation I don't know what to do 
can't make a connection get a reaction 
there's this wall and I can't get through 
you're dying some guilt with no words 
what did I say what did I do 
youth hostels I lodged 
kept seeing you as a mirage 
flashesof you were everywhere 
hoboken new jersey 
I'm in this prison built for you 
in this situation I don't know what to do 
always something makes me think 
things dont have to be so wrong 
you put up walls with nothing spoken 
in your weakness you're so strong

Yelling In My Ear

never had a reason for the attack 
it's impulsive and insane 
when I wanna talk sense to you 
it's like spitting back at rain 
I've come to know that when i first saw you 
I should have ran away 
I've kicked myself a thousand times 
but now its too late 
yelling in my ear you try to control me 
you look but you don't see 
yelling in my ear 
you got a big mouth are you ever gonna get a clue
youre loud obnoxious when youre gone I still hear you 
always spewing shit with you irritating voice 
I dont wanna listen but I got no choice 
quit acting like youre nuts, just shut the hell up

Sleep Long

one day I saw a man asleep 
in a doorway on the street 
thru walls of sheltered 
inhibition I perceived his 
condition dying of hunger 
and exposure, food and shelter 
two blocks over within 
this place we breed and 
dwell in we've created living hell 
sleep long sleep well 
only to awake in hell 
city sleeps and pigeons flutter 
vagrant dies in the gutter 
pride