Hedgecore

what happened to your bush 
it's not the same 
something in your hedge 
made a violent change 
we come we see as
we dive and destroy 
and anhilating  shrubs is what we enjoy 

hedge core hedge dive hedge hedge core 
we're (doin?) hedges to stay alive 

it's anarchy night every night of the year 
with chaotic mayhem 
we keep your bush in fear 
terrorist assasins of creative gardening 
fucking up your hedge here's what we sing 

Hangin Out

The Bricks 
construct
the place in which I self destruct
my eyes
they see
the zombies limp abreast to me
structues ascend
channelling wind
we beg for change in the valley within
waste away
hanging out
coffee acid cigarets and matches
stairway
cafe
were adrift for another day
how far we surpass the nameless mass
in endeavors so meaningless I look for some kind of meaning
all my actions seem so self-defeating
waste away
hanging out
two friends
some pens
sixty five cents
real life brings it to an end 
how far we surpass the mass
in endeavors so meaningless.

Uncertain

authority is wrong 
authority is right 
humanity in turmoil in the circular fight
outside and far beyond these walls we've built
I've learned to see the beauty we've killed
I hate you
you hate him
unfocused hatred seeks a victim
outside, I'm looking in, I'm uncertain
the world is black
the world is white
why think one way
why see the light
(spoken stuf that is lost)

Troublebound (blasters cover)

I'm old enough to know the score
I'm yound enough to want more more more
there's a demon deep inside of me
some times I let the old boy run free
don't think twice when the sun goes down 
I'm troublebound
try to make a living during the day
deep in the night I throw it all away
there's a demon deep inside of me
sometimes I let the old boy run free

Someday

sometimes I unwind
look back to the passing of time
sometimes I feel
those days become unreal
our lives are fashioned by things that come from outside
control so indirect we don't even realize
someday my instincts will be things I can trust
someday too much conditioning could make me self destruct
someday I'll fall back on values I've created in time
someday I'll have the chance to take back what's mine
sometimes I say
it's just gonna be that way
sometimes I hear
my own words come out unclear

Plea For Peace

it wasn't my decision, I was a victim of circumstance
it wasn't right, I knew I never had a chance
my anger grew so fucking large it almost overcame
my independence almost got lost to the violence chain
pieces of a machine called education (I was desparate) I plea for peace
victim of the cycle of intimidation (I was separate) I plea for peace
they'll find you (running hiding)
way down inside you
and I plea for peace
certain jocks sought control instead of escape
from pain inside, with stupid violence formed by hate
power and strength, but no power in their own lives
ignorance with the knowldge they're always right
(S.A.G. break)

Knowledge

I know that things are getting tougher 
when you cant get top off from the bottom of the barrel 
wide open road of my future now... 
its looking fucking narrow 
All I know is that I dont know nothing 
we get told to decide 
just like as if im not gonna change my mind 
all I know is that I dont know nothing
whatcha gonna do with yourself 
boy better make up your mind 
whatcha gonna do with yourself boy
you're running out of time 
this time I got it all figured out 
all I know is that I dont know nothing... 
and thats fine

Sound System

(chorus)
sound system gonna bring me back up 
one thing that I can depend on 
try to describe to the limit of my ability:
its there for a second 
then it's given up what it used to be 
contained in my music somehow more than just sound, 
this inspiration coming and twisting things around 
Because you always know that its gonna have to go. 
you always know that you'll be back in the cold. 
point of depatrure sublimated in a song 
its always coming to give me that hope for just a second 
then its gone but 
(chorus)
static pulse inside of music bringing us escape 
its always temporary changing nothing in its wake 
just a second where were leaving all this shit behind 
just a second but its leaving just this much in mind:
to resist despair that second makes you see 
to resist despair because you cant change everything 
to resist despair in this world is what it is to be free 
(chorus)
wake up turn my box on 
bust the shade let the sun in 
times getting tougher bout time to start runnin 
box in my hand music by my side 
skanking to the rhythm of the music by my side

Jaded

something breaks inside of you
with the spectacle of all the shows 
with fifteen fights and your six bucks 
has gone up some promoters nose 
jaded eyes see clearly but only half of whats there 
good old days are left behind whats left is boredom and despair 
but sometimes every once in a while 
its beautiful I would say, I wouldn't have it any other way 
if I said different it would be a lie
what was once rebellion is now clearly just a social sect 
but are you just upset because your own social clique has left 
leave when you want because I know that someday I will too 
but I wont burn my bridges and be just another jaded fool

Take Warning

stand by your freinds, wrong or right 
can't call that justice when its just a stupid excuse to fight 
single out and attack the ones who got no defense 
you call that a new way of thinking i call it regression to ignorance 
take warning 
theres a new generation coming 
and we really gotta stand up to them
nobodys got a thing against you 
unless youve got something to prove 
we dont need no set of standards, 
we dont need a new set of rules 
heard all that shit before 
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