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Demo 2002 Lyrics

slitting your wrists on the company copy machine

Working yourself to the point of totally alienating your friends and family is very unhealthy. There's nothing more heartbreaking than seeing someone give up their time, creativity, and labor just to slave away at their job in order to be able to afford more useless material possessions. Your life is more valuable than a paycheck.

dragged through the mud on the back of an airplane
you can still see the marks on his knees from the road
he never learned his lesson
but then again most people never do
how often have we heard this story?
the self sacrifice of something greater and better
but in the end it all comes down to how much blood will spill
tell me something
how tight can you get that tie around your neck?
because i'm sure i have a balcony you could step out onto
did you really think this is how it would end?
your suicide sponsered by brooks brothers and coca-cola?
that briefcase became a permanent extension of your arm
it seems to me that we all must try to find something worth living for
palms stained with ink and blood now mark your territory
palms stained with ink and blood now paint your coffin lining

an anthem for a dying breed

These things are the antithesis of everyday revolution: passivity, conformity, complacent behavior, an empty heart, silence. These things support everyday revolution: reclaiming what belongs to you, individuality (as hard as that may be these days), taking action when needed, passion, speaking your mind whenever possible, no matter what.

one season dies and another movement is born
we'll write the eulogy for our own complacency
and bring to life the spirit of revolution
and bring to life the spirit of revolution
one more block to go, one more brick to throw
production of the counter culture ceases to exist
factory madated slavery has met it's demise
we'll march to the destiny that we've set forth
and dismantle the death machine with our undying souls
one more block to go, one more brick to throw

drinking coffee and falling in love at the all night diner

For my best friend, my partner in crime, my everything...for my wife Dominique. Je t'aime.

i wrapped my arms around the sun today
in an attempt to burn my memory clean
because the past was too hard to keep around
i'd rather think that my life started over today
the day your soul touched mine, the day my blackest vessel turned red
my veins have never flowed so smooth
and i owe it all to your face
your name forever within me
i watch every lash of your eyes shine from your own light
the light you radiate when our hearts connect
and when the lid is closed on the bodies we inhabit
then the organ of life transcends all time and space forever and a day

her frozen icarus

For anyone who's ever been a victim of abuse, be it physical, mental, verbal, or otherwise, for anyone who's been made to feel like a possession rather than a person, or anyone who has been treated like a slave and has had the strength to overcome their situation and take their life back.

your eyes gaze at my fozen shell
upon this pedestal of nails
my discomfort breathes in like sulfer
and washes through my lungs
you stare through my soul as if you'd been granted permission
but perhaps you didn't notice my vacant eyes
devoid of any feeling or care
only escape succumbs my heart
needles dug into my fingers
leaving my lasting impression on you
passion redeemed through privilege
security bleeds into salvation
but soon you will fall
and soon you will collapse in my arms
but i won't hold you forever
your touch means nothing
your heart died along with your soul
these hands clench every fiber of you
and watch you die in my mind

may 8th, 1994

Losing a loved one is such a tragic event, but losing them to suicide is worse because there is no chance for a final goodbye, one last embrace, or one more "I love you". This is my final goodbye to my father.

i can't shake this feeling that sweeps me
when your picture falls from my wallet
i remember the ink on the paper and the footprints on the carpet
but i can't recall the sound of your voice
gold chain wrapped in ball
placed atop a printed envelope
the greatest performance of your career
was playing a man in trouble
but you didn't get the part
because you weren't convincing enough
you couldn't portray that character for real
so they gave the job to someone else
if it wasn't for that day, i'd be a different person now
i wouldn't have known what real loss was
your towering stare stretched one thousand miles
but your eyes couldn't look at me
five feet from your fucking face
your arms reached out for days
save all the excuses for some other rainy day
cause when the time comes you're going to have some explaining to do
and when the reuinion starts
make sure you wear a nametag
because your face is like a fucking ghost to me
i may not even remember your smile
but i'll sure as hell know that your eyes and mine are the same
but i'll sure as hell know that your eyes and mine will meet again


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