Do you know whatâs worth fighting for,
When itâs not worth dying for?
Does it take your breath away
And you feel yourself suffocating?
Does the pain weigh out the pride?
And you look for a place to hide?
Did someone break your heart inside?
Youâre in ruins

One, 21 guns
Lay down your arms
Give up the fight
One, 21 guns
Throw up your arms into the sky,
You and I

Born into Nixon I was raised in hell
A welfare child where the teamsters dwelled
The last one born and the first one to run
My town was blind from refinery sun

My generation is zero
I never made it as a working class hero

21st century breakdown
I once was lost but never was found
I think I'm losing what's left of my mind
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Part I: Mass Hysteria

Sing us the song of the century
That sings like American eulogy
The dawn of my love and conspiracy
Of forgotten hope and the class of 13
Tell me a story into that goodnight
Sing us a song for me

Mass Hysteria
Mass Hysteria
Mass Hysteria
Mass Hysteria

Red alert is the color of panic
Elevated to the point of static
Beating into the hearts of the fanatics

Sing us a song of the century
That sings like American eulogy
The dawn of my love and conspiracy
Of forgotten hope and the class of 13
Tell me a story into that goodnight
Sing us a song for Me

Mass Hysteria
Mass Hysteria
Mass Hysteria
Mass Hysteria

Red alert is the color of panic
Elevated to the point of static
Beating into the heart of the fanatics

Hey Gloria, are you standing close to the edge?
Look out to the setting sun, the brink of your vision
Eternal youth is a landscape of a lie
The cracks of my skin can prove, as the years will testify
Say your prayers and light a fire, we're going to start a war
Your slogan's 'A gun for hire,' it's what we waited for
Hey Gloria, this is why we're on the edge

Dreaming
I was only dreaming
Of another place and time
Where my family's from
Singing
I can hear them singing
When the rain had washed away
All these scattered dreams
Dying
Everyone's reminded
Hearts are washed in misery
Drenched in gasoline
Laughter
There is no more laughter
Songs of yesterday
Now live in the underground
Life before the lobotomy
Christian sang the eulogy

I got under the grip
Between the modern hell
I got the rejection letter in the mail and
It was already ripped to shreds.
Seasons in a ruin and
This bitter pill is chased with blood.
There's fire in my veins
And it's pouring out like a flood

Whoa, Christian's inferno
Whoa, Christian's inferno
Whoa, Christian's inferno
Whoa, Christian's inferno

Raise your hands now to testify
Your confession will be crucified
You're a sacrificial suicide
Like a dog that's been sodomized
(Stand up!)
All the white boys
(Sit down!)
And the black girls
(Stand up!)
You're the soldiers
(Sit down!)
Of the new world
Put your faith in a miracle
And it's non-denominational
Join the choir, we'll be singing
In the Church of Wishful Thinking
A fire burns today

I'm not fucking around
I think I'm coming out
All the deceivers and cheaters
I've think we've got a bleeder right now
Want you to slap me around
Want you to knock me out
Well,you missed me kissed me
Now you better kick me down
Maybe you're the runner up
But the first one to lose the race
Almost only really counts in
Horseshoes and hand grenades
I'm gonna burn it all down
I'm gonna rip it out

Do you know the enemy
d'you know your enemy
well gotta know the enemy, wa' hey x3

violence is an energy
against the enemy
well violence is an energy, wa'hey

bringin on the fury
the choir infantry
revolt against the honor to obey

overthrow the effigy
the vast majority
we're burning down the bargain of control

Silence is the enemy
against your urgency

I text a postcard, sent to you
Did it go through?
Sending all my love to you
You are the moonlight of my life every night
Giving all my love to you
My beating heart belongs to you
I walked for miles til I found you
I'm here to honor you
If I lose everything in the fire
I'm sending all my love to you
With every breath that I am worth
Here on Earth
I'm sending all my love to you

She puts her makeup on like graffiti on the walls of the heartland
She's got her little book of conspiracies right in her hand
She is paranoid like endangered species headed into extinction
She is one of a kind, well, she's the last of the American girls
She wears her overcoat for the coming of the nuclear winter
She is riding her bike like a fugitive of critical mass

Desperate
But not hopeless
I feel so useless
In the murder city
Desperate
But not helpless
The clock strikes midnight
In the murder city
I'm wide awake
After the riot
This demonstration
Of our anguish
This empty laughter
Has no reason
Like a bottle
Of your favorite poison
We are the last call
And we're so pathetic
Desperate
But not hopeless
I feel so useless
In the murder city
Desperate

Well, I've got a fever
A non-believer
I'm in a state of grace
For I am the Caesar
I'm gonna seize the day
Well, call of the banshee hey hey
Hey hey hey hey hey
As God as my witness
The infidels are gonna pay
Well, call the assassin
The orgasm
A spasm of love and hate
For what will divide us?
The righteous and the meek
Well, call of the wild hey hey
Hey hey hey hey hey

I've got a really bad disease
It's got me begging
On my hands and knees
So take me to emergency
'Cause something seems to be missing
Somebody take the pain away
It's like an ulcer bleeding in my brain
So send me to the pharmacy
So I can lose my memory
I'm elated
Medicated
Lord knows I've tried to find a way
To run away
I think they found another cure
For broken hearts and feeling insecure

Well I crossed the river
Fell into the sea
Where the non-believers
Go beyond belief
Then I scratched the surface
In the mouth of hell
Running out of service
In the blood I fell
Well I, I just want to see the light
And I, I don't want to lose my sight
Well I, I just want to see the light
And I need to know what's worth the fight
I've been wasted
Pills and alcohol
And I've been chasing

Sing us a song of the century
That's louder than bombs and eternity
The era of static and contraband
Leading us into the Promised Land
Tell us a story that's by candlelight
Waging a war and losing the fight
They're playing the song of the century
Panic and promise and prosperity
Tell me a story into that good night
Sing us a song for me

Can you hear the sound of the static noise
Blasting out in stereo?
Cater to the class and the paranoid
Music to my nervous system
Advertising love and religion
Murder on the airwaves
Slogans on the brink of corruption
Visions of blasphemy, war and peace
Screaming at you
I can't see a thing in the video
I can't hear a sound on the radio
In stereo in the static age

Little girl, little girl
Why are you crying?
Inside your restless soul your heart is dying
Little one, little one
Your soul is purging
Of love and razor blades
Your blood is surging

Runaway
From the river to the street
And find yourself with your face in the gutter
You're a stray for the salvation army
There is no place like home
When you got no place to go

Little girl, little girl