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Ignorance As A Solution (fuck it)

when the facts are in your face is it nervousness or guilt or what is it exactly that cause you to mouth the word "preacher" to me?

grim reality, so frustrating, & intimidating, forget it's happening, don't say anything. i'll never accept it (ignorance) and it seems you'll never see my logic.

ignorance is bliss? fuck that i'd rather stay pissed

Superiority Complex

i play music, i'm fucking special, i play music, put me on a pedestal

bring your favorite gloating band down to fucking earth

why does your fan status dissapear with your band's birth

THE OTHER LYRICS COMING SOON FOR THIS SONG AND...

Leaving Him Behind

God Is A Poser

Not Moving For You

Election Day

"Claim Your Life" cd

1. What You'll Get

a complaint that you're annoyed with them, youre sick of their curiousity and their questions, staring at your hair "how do you stand it up?" in their mouth you'd like to stick a gun. walk in the restauraunt, all conversations stop, all eyes on you, and you fear their thoughts, but if you worry about what they think of you, a life of dissapointment's in store for you it's what you'll get, what you'll get! from a society that can't accept anything that's different from them. it's what youll get, what youll get! mtv sold you artificial punk, as a trend not the lifestyle it is for us, a year's worth of shows, then fade away, into your head the critics infiltrate.. cars passing by, middle fingers up, everyone hates that youre a punk. used-to-be's will tell you "punk is dead" but if you know what you are they wont get in your head

2. Flawless Skin Now!

the standard's set, what's to be met? glossy page rules for you mandatory thin and smooth, tan skin, their mold you succumb to. beautifull isn't original, predetermined laws of crave read what all men want, yet i must fall short, cause' i'm turned on by brains, i'm not feeling attraction to your satisfaction to acccept their ideals and standards of what attractive is

3. Shithole

Another night, a low turnout, Have I mentioned how much it sucks in this town? I hope that things are gonna change, someone better start things happening.

The band tonight's from out of state, But I was at a party or maybe on a date.
Something better change, someone better start now, If this keeps up for long I'm out of this town this town's a bore, the shows are lame, this scene sucks, and IM TO BLAME!!! i'll give this shithole one more year, then it's goodbye to friends and peers good times forgot, my mind tells me, there's a better scene waiting for me. far away where things do change, where kids care and make new ways, where I can sit and watch them work, others will pull my weight I'm sure. i want new turf, new stomping grounds, more territory to put down, new street names and fresh faces yet this city's like all other places. my pessimistic laziness tells me that THEY make the mess for those who care about the scene people like me make it frustrating.
waiting still and all's the same nothing new or exciting. my attitude and lack of pride will plague me throughout my whole life as I'll never find a home, searching a never ending road. finally on punk I'll give up because this and town and the scene sucks!

4. Note To Self

how many chances do you think you'll fucking have? opportunities won't re-present to grab it's now or never, off the couch and off your ass the sands of time are falling fucking fast as time goes by will we comply? will we smile because we have survived? after parents and school we thought we were free then we were told to obey and bow to more rules and police when will we be free? they've told me that i'm free, im free as long as i'm not me i'm free if i'm what they want me to be, free if i live accordingly free licking the ass of "royalty" why the fuck is there even "royalty" free as long as i let them spoon feed me never challenge those in power and questions, dont ask any no more crumbs and being content time to prove we're not servants with good aim let these stacked bricks fly what did i do before i died?

5. The Common Ground

were in the same band, joined in unison to always play fast and nasty, throats sore when we're done. we gather to make noise to staying raw we will commit, fuck encores, grand finales, play ten songs, no bullshit. set up quick, get things going, four songs in a row, sweating, bleeding, giving one hundred percent, all this we share, i know, this is our common ground, the last being we play for fun, and we'll keep it up and all hold true to our differing opinions gathered four as one, doesnt mean that we have to pretend that we dont view things differently. straight edge or high, we dont get on each other, it stops at jokes we understand one another

take a guess at the merchandise we've for free achieved, it might be a veggie burger or seasoned beef jerky. some of us might be partying, while the other half would rather sit alone in the fucking corner drinking dr. pepper a vegetarian, a vegan, and two of us eat meat, cigarettes are out, but half of us smoke weed

beliefs on afterlife and even musical tastes vary, as do our feelings on anarchy, travelling and recycling the music is our common ground, the one thing that stays the same, we embrace diversity and that will never fucking change

6. Steal From Them

prices go up as we are robbed as we pay twenty times the necessity. theyre taking from us so we should all feel obliged to reclaim whats being stolen

they steal from you, so steal from them, they steal from you so fucking steal from them nervous, twitching, i felt the eyes, so like piece of chickenshit i am i find myself in checkout lines. devise schemes, hone your skills, how long will we submit and pay just how strong are our wills? pledging loyallty, employees to their companies, that view us numerically, give us some shit for free or we'll be in your trash shortly (we're gonna get your food either way)

7. Threat Of All Threats

it started on a good note, or so we thought; mohawks, spikes, and different dress, all the stuff she wasn't taught. and when he blasted punk rock music she rarely would complain but no one noticed deep inside it was driving her insane. when he asked for money for the show he didnt notice yet, his mom was changing into a different person, one he wouldn't forget. while he was gone she developed a plan to take away all the fun and make her child a man. worse than drinking, he's free thinking. worse than drugs, her son's a punk. as the weeks went by it happened more and more, he'd go over to his friend's house knocking at the door. she'd say "it's time to come home, we've got some things to do. it's time to get you some clothes, something nice and new" when he said he wouldn't come she started to use force, she'd fight and scream and kick and shout until her voice was hoarse. then one day by himself, it hit him in the face, he's got to find some way to get out of this place. *when she found he wouldn't change, she changed her plan a bit
tried to make his life a living hell, tried to make him commit to family, school, sports and work, but never to his friends but he went along with it becasue he knew that it would end if all else failed, in the end he could just run away but he hoped his plan would fail because he loathed that day, now with many tattoos, all that's left she couldn't take as he runs out the door he screams "fuck you mom youe so fake!"

8. Colorblind

fighting this exhausting fight, for what i hold to be right, with hopes some day race might not be a cause for fright or a reason to fight based on stupid stereotypes. no black, no white, i'll fight, no race is right. my eyes see your closed ones, i develop rage, a vicious, spawning circle of hate. while your mind has a problem with skin shade, i find my loathing in your mind's state. there is no place in my mind, for hate of a race of a different kind, cant go here if youre white, there if youre brown, break all racial barriers down. fight it. stereotypes and ridiculous assumption, vomit is my natural reaction for the way you function, i strive for differences and to accept, to beat society but youre taking backward steps. still fighting this exhausting fight for what i still hold to be right. racism does not belong in life, strive to become colorblind

9. Profitabble Problems
despite all the real problems infecting this country, focus is directed at prosecution benefitting industry. quotas must be met and for a salary, our lives are scrutinized and for petty offenses were fined, they pennalize you and me. focus is on profit, problems only arise, when more could be raked in to feed this sham usa enterprise. does this nation benefit from safety belt requirements? media broadcasts scary wanted black men but doesnt give a shit about the environment; breathing isnt important, if news wasnt biased, itd be fucking boring. no newspiece on wal mart or nike's third world exploitation, corporations control what youre told (and not told) about this nation. police zoned in on drug seizure, illegal for their gain, laws are passed for sake of cash, reap on our financial strain.

10. Cavemen

she wasnt worthy of their ears until she saw a haulocaust victim in the mirror. a diet plan or a finger down a throat until she took these actions she remained remote they wouldnt give her the time of day until she buckled, starved, and became miserable and skinny a pat on her back, and now they accept they applied the pressure and she caved so their standards could be met. so many lives defined by what society says is wrong and right. what is in, what is out, stops the people of the world from being themselves. her parents never had a master card with money to blow for teenage expedentures at the mall they couldn't buy her cancer in the shade of tan their pale, white daughter sat alone in silence in the back of class

financially they were a little short but their little girl never questioned the love in her parents hearts she wished she never had to leave her home and also did her parents when they found the suicide note. it said; dear mom and dad i never wanted to leave but this world just wont accept me for who im gonna be mommy and daddy, you provided a great home but what was gonna happen when i got out there alone i would be fine if i could never leave the house but reality is sad, yet clear, and now i have no doubts so now i go and my love is all for you and my hate is for this closeminded world that kept me from being true. captain of the football and baseball teams his picture in the paper, he had it all is how it seemed but he possessed a fear of what his teammates would say if they discovered his hidden secret of homosexuallity. for those four years he kept it all inside he broke the records, attracted scouts and was idolized. but what he kept in mentally tore him apart and he never felt free or proud to be gay till he quit sports

11. Legalize Not Terrorize

coming soon

12. Trash Filled Fridge

trash filled fridge, a way to live. they surround us with their products, putting us all in a trance, making us think we have no choices, that buying their overpriced krap is our only chance. well off we take to the back and dig up quality "trash," for consumption unfit? that's bullshit! i eat and share with my friends and spend no cash i'll dumpster all i can, try not to buy their shit, survive on what they see is trash, check out my full fridge the cereal box has a puzzle on the back and a forgettable toy inside, the package is brighter, the cartoons are better, and it attracts your eyes. heinz makes your buns happy and you only smile when you eat your fucking oscar meyer weiner with ketchup on it that is green buying, complying, supporting all the fucking greed. buying, complying, ignoring the exploiting. buying, complying, rewarding your stupid tv. by ignoring the suffering our products bring we're succumbing to society. it's just a fucking name. offbrands taste the same. i strive to cut down on the name brands that i buy, and not support the slavery of others, i'll never stop it all but i can try, because with every giant heartless company, profit is attained at the expense of any exploitable, weak creature in its way. and i wont fuckign stand for it, i wont buy into their plans. i wouldnt want it done to me and i have the brains to understand. everyone says "its not worth the effort" "why should you care?" and "youre wrong!" this is the ignorant blissfull selfish america to which i will never belong.

13. College Cheese

when keeping warm becomes a struggle and your work hours go to halved from doubled, food is running low, rent is due and no one's around to help you. you'll get no sympathy for your problems, feeling nothing but lint in your pockets. a tough fight, but a fight worth fought because true freedom can't be bought. careers and training and planning ahead won't do me a whole lot when im lying dead, wasted years and fun times passed in exchange for lectures and sitting in class. a planned out vision, freedom or prison? planned out vision, youre paying for your prison! how will it be possible to raise a family? minimum wage never made anyone happy

change your mind before its too late or poverty will be your fate. questioned "do you think its fun to live in rubble?" but is it so vital to be comfortable? ill struggle to survive, and it will set me free the american dream is a nightmare to me!

college, tech-school, my life is gone. stick to your plan, dont change your mind enjoy your financial security, you'll be restricted, ill be free! and me! ill be free, and me!

14. Hole In Eric's Head (blast from the past)

ehhh. check Live In The Basement for lyrics to this one. they're not worth retyping. and on Claim Your Life most words were forgotten and given up on anyway.