Sick Of It All
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Yours Truly
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1. Blown Away
2. Nails
3. The Bland Within
4. Hello Pricks
5. District
6. Disco Sucks, Fuck Everything
7. America
8. Hands Tied
9. Turn My Back
10. Brokedick
11. Souvenir
12. Cruelty
13. This Day And Age
14. Ruin
15. Cry For Help
16. No Apologies
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1. Blown Away
Down is where they want to see you
Down is where they want to keep you
Down, somber and silent
Faith is used against you
Faith is a line that they feed you
Faith is only a word
Donīt believe their empty lies
Fear is how they grip you
Fear is fixed inside you
Fear of unacceptance
Same old story will we ever learn
Fall for the cliches all over again
With a calculating coldness it never ends
Their indifference just blows me away
Down is where they want to see you
Down is where they want to keep you
Down, somber and silent
Faith is used against you
Faith is a line that they feed you
Faith is only a word
You can only save yourself
Fear is how they grip you
Fear is fixed inside you
Fear of unacceptance
I can tell you whatīs at stake
īTill Iīm blue in the face
Your blind acceptance blows me away
What is it that we havenīt said or havenīt done
Or are you turning a deaf ear to these words
You sit unknowing with your pathetic apathy
You may have grown to accept this, but not me
You shut your eyes to the truth
But Iīve seen the evil that men do
The answer staring you right in the face
Another generation fooled
It blows me away
Blows me away
Blows me away
Blows me away
Blows me away
Blown Away
2. Nails
Weīre the Nails
Unlike all the rest
That stick up from the ground
And theyīll never hammer us down
Weīre the nails
Driven into the cross
Driven in as reminders
That their self-destructive system can only
Violate the world.
Violate the world.
Violate the world.
Their self destructive system can only
Violate the world.
Violate the world.
Violate the world.
But theyīll never hammer us down.
3. The Bland Within
This is what I am
I cant make it stop
No matter how much I want to change.
This is who I am
And Iīve made my peace.
Now the boredom can set in
I canīt make it go away.
Progress made towards self discovery
Might not be progress at all.
Making light of the banality
Might be the only recourse.
Look out
See life close around you
The routine becomes what you are.
Look out
See all the mistakes
That youīll make a hundred times more.
Look out see life close around you
The routine becomes what you are
Look out see all the mistakes
Youīll be making a hundred times
A thousand times
A million times more
This is what I am
I cant make it stop
No matter how much I want to change.
This is who I am
And Iīve made my peace
Now the boredom can set in
I canīt make it go away.
The same old words
The same old voice
The same old options without much choice.
Now you know yourself
Now you see just how fucked up
Youīre predisposed to be.
4. Hello Pricks
Donīt be a prick in the roses
No oneīs impressed with your lack of respect.
Weīre all black sheep and we know it
So donīt fuck it up for the rest.
So good, so far, itīs been alright
Could we be more blessed?
Itīs sad to see aggression
So misguided, so misplaced
Hands up, throw down and blood will spill.
Weīre only human here.
Itīs worth a thought
Not to be a slave to human fault
Donīt be a prick in the roses
No oneīs impressed with your lack of respect.
Weīre all black sheep and we know it
So donīt fuck it up for the rest.
We swear weīre here just for the fun
And to release the angst.
From this we feel we deal
Donīt deprive us of that right.
Stand up to those who think theyīre king.
Let them know theyīre wrong.
Stand up for things thatīll keep this action going strong.
Donīt make a name for yourself
By stressing out everyone else
And donīt bring your personal war
Through these doors.
Donīt make a name for yourself
By stressing out everyone else
And donīt bring your personal war
Through these doors.
Donīt be a prick in the roses
No oneīs impressed with your lack of respect.
Weīre all black sheep and we know it
So donīt fuck it up for the rest.
Donīt be a prick in the roses
No oneīs impressed with your lack of respect.
Weīre all black sheep and we know it
So donīt fuck it up.
Donīt fuck it up for the rest.
5. District
Purge the district
Scrub it hard
Time to clean up our own backyard.
People standing in the way
Are on the list of people getting paid.
Not just the common thug
Also those up above
Making laws and deciding how the districts run into the ground.
Now the choice is up to us
Between the crooked and corrupt.
Whose made fewer bloody deals
Chose the lesser of two evils.
Soul turns to evil quick
Without love or discipline.
Poison for the destitute
Is also in the silver spoon.
The rain is coming down
But the drugs are dollar signs.
Pads the pockets of the bent
And we cant pay the rent.
Someday a real rain is gonna come
Someday a real rain is gonna come
Someday a real rain is gonna come
Someday a real rain is gonna come
And clean up the mess.
Locked up
Feeling the common dread
Locked up in our homes and in our heads
Intimidation keeps us prisoners at home
A force thatīs never felt anything stand up against it.
The sky will open up this time.
We wont overlook a thing.
Criminal, Criminal, Criminal.
We wont overlook a thing.
Criminal, Criminal, Criminal.
And weīll wake up with our spirit
Purified, Purified, Purified
Purified, Purified, Purified.
Someday a real rain is gonna come
Someday a real rain is gonna come
Someday a real rain is gonna come
Someday a real rain is gonna come
And clean up the mess.
Free of the common dread
In our homes and in our heads.
Free of the crooked ways
Woken with our spirit cleansed.
6. Disco Sucks, Fuck Everything
Whatīs the point of going on
Overlooked for the overrated
But we wont hear that talk
Frustration, frustration is all we get
You might think weīre finished
We havenīt started yet.
Because thereīs more far more to know
Because our voices must say more
Because these words come from the soul.
This is not a mission
This is not a fucking game.
A burning desire from deep inside
The will, the drive, to keep pushing on.
No matter what may come
No matter what may come.
Hollow trends
Shallow lives
They drag you down.
They try to drag you down
Theyīll drag you down.
For every hurdle cleared, two takes itīs place.
For every level reached, they raise the stakes.
What is our inspiration, what is our drive
To chose our destiny and be in control of our lives.
This is not an image, This is our lives.
This is our inspiration, this is our lives
This is not an image, This is our lives.
This is our inspiration, this is our lives
7. America
Loyalty, I gave my loyalty
I gave my heart and my soul.
My heart and soul and all I could give
For a reason to live.
Fidelity, always fidelity
Putting everything I was aside
And I tried to be the best in their eyes.
How could they do this
How could they do this
How could they do this to me?
Suffering, the pain and suffering.
Being separate again, separate again
From what I hold dear.
And the shame of the tears
Disappeared, the honors disappeared.
With the betrayal of trust my body and being.
They washed their hands of me
Once and for all.
How could they do this
How could they do this
How could they do this to me?
This statistic wont lay down
Take a number or stand in line
This statistic wants to hear
That theyīre guilty about their crimes.
This statistic wont lay down
Take a number or stand in line
This statistic wants to hear
That theyīre guilty about their crimes.
America
8. Hands Tied
Hands tied, eyes closed.
So many things Iīve had to say
So many chances have escaped.
Facing life with blinders on
A slave to my own inhibitions.
And at times thereīs peace
Moments of release
From the terror that petrifies life.
But it never lasts
The skyīs are overcast.
The bravado is washed away.
Hands tied, eyes closed.
The things Iīve had to say
Chances Iīve let escape
Watch them slip away, watch them die out.
Always there
Hidden fear
Of self doubt
Cant break out.
I wont let it win
I cant let it win.
I wont let it win
I cant let it win.
Close my eyes and hope
Hope it goes away
Hope Iīm safe inside for another day.
Close my eyes and hope
Hope it goes away
Hope Iīm safe inside for another day.
9. Turn My Back
See what the world has made me
A bogus heart of gold.
Sweet talk is never real
Just evil lies Iīve told.
I see the mark of the victim
I see the mark of the trusting soul.
I take the face of the innocent
And rub it into the world.
Then I have to turn my back.
With nothing ever promised
I canīt take all the blame.
I keep my spirit callous
And leeches far away.
I see the mark of the victim
I see the mark of the trusting soul.
I take the face of the innocent
And rub it into the world.
Then I have to turn my back.
Though Iīm wrong and heartless now
I can find it in myself to live with it
Though I caused the pain you feel
Iīm gonna have to turn my back
Though Iīm wrong and heartless now
I can find it in myself to live with it
Though I caused the pain you feel
Iīm gonna have to turn my back
10. Brokedick
Oooh
Itīs plain to see
Why thereīs no harmony.
Arrogance at a glance
A mind thatīs bent on ignorance.
Desperate for reverance
Little king with no respect.
Spitting out rhetoric from the mouth of a broke dick.
A blind approach that leads to misery
Bitterness will let you down, and shut you out
Bar-b-que broke dick.
11. Souvenir
I found a souvenir
In things I collected
The effect it had on me
Turned out distressing.
Instead of focusing on my past rejoicing
It just reminded me of awkward emotions.
Thought of my innocence
Thought of alienation
No self identity and massive confusion.
I wanted desperatley to think of the good time
Guess I remember too much.
Guess I would rather look at
The path in front of me thatīs holding something new.
Does it really do the trick when youīre reunited
Does it make you stop and think
Things werenīt meant to click.
Does it really do the trick to be taken back
Does it make you stop and think
Of all the things you lacked.
Time can give and take away at will
Donīt look back, donīt stand still
Because time will bleed you dry.
A little sympathy please for the petty bastards
Who feel their glory days are behind them.
So far behind them
The person thy thought made all the difference
Isnīt even who they are now
And they refuse to see how
Everydays another chance to mend a petty life.
Does it really do the trick when youīre reunited
Does it make you stop and think
Things werenīt meant to click.
Does it really do the trick to be taken back
Does it make you stop and think
Of all the things you lacked.
Time can give and take away at will
Donīt look back, donīt stand still
Because time will bleed you dry.
Bled dry
Bled dry of motivation
Bled dry of motivation
Bled dry
A desert of ambition, a desert of ambition.
Bled dry
Discarded by the wayside, discarded by the wayside,
Bled dry and left for dead
12. Cruelty
Standing on the top of the world
Standing on the top itīs a long way down.
Itīs too easy to feel conceit
Its too easy to feel elite
The propaganda that youīre fed.
Donīt think you can count on it
When you judge yourself.
Supremacy means thereīs no conscience here
Supremacy means thereīs no compassion here.
Tradition rules
Despite the rotten truth.
Despite the atrophy
Despite the waste and greed.
Itīs too easy to feel conceit
Its too easy to feel elite
The propaganda that youīre fed.
Donīt think you can count on it
When you judge yourself.
Itīs a risky thought reinforced from youth.
Everythingīs a resource thatīs fit for abuse.
Tradition rules in the hearts of stubborn fools
Tradition rules no matter how cruel.
Itīs just their arrogance
Arrogance that fuels their cruelty.
Arrogance
Arrogance that fuels their cruelty.
Arrogance is stupidity
When its surrounded in our frailty
Arrogance is stupidity
When its surrounded in our frailty
Knock them down, knock them down
13. This Day And Age
A dog that has no heart
A dog that shows no heart
This day and age
That dog will have his day.
The ones who take your money
The faceless and the cunning. This day and age
Weīre all such easy prey.
They arenīt worth the money that they earn
They donīt deserve the money that they earn.
You fit the demographic
If cash burns a hole in your pocket.
This day and age the con men Have it made.
Dollar
Check the flavor hear me holler.
This day and age
Respect is what youīre paid.
They arenīt worth the money that they earn
They donīt deserve the money that they earn.
Hey, hey donīt support the over paid and
Please say what you think about them when your face to face
Pick your battles carefully and
Donīt waste money thatīll speak for you.
Itīs the voice that speaks the loudest in this day and age.
They arenīt worth the money that they earn
They donīt deserve the money that they earn.
14. Ruin
Thereīs a moaning I hear when I try to sleep.
Itīs the sound of a drawn out tragedy
The result of centuries of neglect.
With no attention paid to cause and effect
And the pain gets worse and the screams ensue.
Itīs the world living with a parasite
Itīs the world living with itīs own infectious disease.
Ruin is what you wanted
Ruin is what you get
Ruin is what you worked towards every single day.
The infestation reaches far beyond itīs means.
The sapping of the strength has muffled all the screams.
Self centered beings play out self centered lives.
Indifferent creatures living in indifferent times
And the blame is passed round when the death throws sound
Itīs the world living with a parasite
Itīs the world living with itīs own infectious disease.
Ruin is what you wanted
Ruin is what you get
Ruin is what you worked towards every single day.
Ruin is what you wanted
Ruin is what you get
Ruin is what you worked towards every single day.
Ruin, ruin, ruin, ruin
15. Cry For Help
Find a fault
Cut it down
Criticize everything.
What may be
Wrongly seen
As a show of strength may be a
Cry for help
Cold and calm
Out of reach
Distant eyes, secret life.
What may be wrongly seen
As a show of strength is just unexitable
Far too fucking cool.
Unexitable
Feigning control with detachment.
Cry for help
Donīt turn away itīs a cry for help
Donīt turn away itīs a cry for help
Pride doesnīt heal the pain thatīs felt.
A cry for help.
16. No Apologies
espect is earned through dedication
Work in progress never stops.
Insult me with your hatred
And I say what have you got
Nothing, Nothing where it counts.
Itīs a weak mans notion that I owe you.
Open doors not enough
Now you want to be carried through.
No regrets
Donīt blame me for your failures
Iīve had more than I can count
In reality its not about me
Just take a look inside yourself
Nothing, Nothing, Nothings sacred.
Donīt tell me that I owe you.
Open palms and empty lies
Are what weīve seen from you.
No regrets weīll Never ever lay down
No apologies
Donīt wanna hear the lies
No apologies.
Weīve got a right to be
Cant let em take you out
Weīre not about to give up our convictions.
No apologies.
The powers in your hands
No doubt.
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