13 Songs lyrics

Yes I know this is politically correct

But it comes to you spiritually direct

An attempt to thoughtfully affect your way of thinking

That is if you believe in race
Rr that you were born in the right time or place

That is a thought about face your way of thinking

Your way of...

And the same could be said for all the people lying dead

For them to die was a distraction

You can't be what you were

So you better start being just what you are
You can't be what you were

Time is now and it's running out

You can't be what you were

So you better start living the life

That you're talking about

You can't be what you were

No movement, no movement, no movement

In a bad mouth

It betrays a bad mind

Blood on the pedals, blood on the grips

Steel leveled, chest level smear

My lips let them slip into a
Smile because now after

awhile it's all we're seen to do.

'Cause the business is as business does

Trash is trash until it's sealed from above

and left on to the corner of your mind to disappear.

Lockdown the remains.

Machine works best when the machine's not shy,

In defense of humans
Lay down your power trip
Stop toying with emotions and relationships
Cause you don't rise when people fall

In defense of humans
Lay down your politics
They're all big money and media tricks
Cause you don't rise when people fall

I see you rot this world
I see you ride this world
I see you rape this world
On, off, on, off, on, off
And I don't like what I see

i never thought too hard on dying before
i never sucked on the dying
i never licked the side of dying before
and now i'm feeling the dying

you've got your hands over your ears
you've got your mouth running on
you've got your eyes looking for something that will never be found
like a reason, good god i don't need a reason

i never thought too hard on dying before

I , spent it all, on the bag, on the drag
the sun comes up,
the tide rolls out,
the trucks roll by the park,
still a park
where children play, and pick up stones,
any thing to make them feel less alone
he's alone, his mind is his own town,
where his thoughts roam agroud
they go all over and DOWN
I spent it all, on the bag, on the drag
the sun comes down,
the tide rolls back,

words
words and expressions
all these confessions
of where we stand
how I see you
and you see me
dedications of symmetry
together we will be
forever

promises are shit
we speak the way we breathe
present air will have to do
rearrange and see it through

stupid fucking words
they tangle us in our desires
free me from this give and take
free me from this great debate

i am a patient boy, i wait, i wait, i wait,
my time is like water down a drain, everybody's moving, everything is moving
please don't leave me to remain- in the waiting room
i dont want the news, im not a part of it, i dont want the news, i have no use for it
sitting outside of town, everybody's always down, because...they cant get up

Why can't I walk down a street free of suggestion? (repeat)

Is my body my only trait in the eyes of men? (in the eyes of men)

I've got some skin
You want to look in

There lays no reward in what you discover

You spent yourself watching me suffer

Suffer your words, suffer you eyes, suffer your hands

Suffer your interpretation of what it is to be a man

I've got some skin

There's something acting on this body

Something goes in when nothing comes out
And someone's acting on this information

But nothing's registered from this location

From this site that I sense that I am, in asking

What is this burning in my eyes?

I wanted a language of my own

My lips were sucked empty and I mouthed the lines

Of this crowd that surrounds me

Anytime but now

Anywhere but here

Anyone but me
I've got to think about my own life

We are consumed by society

We are obsessed with variety

We are all filled with anxiety that this world would not survive

We gotta put it out the sky is burning

We gotta put it out the water's burning

We gotta put it out the earth is burning

Outrage but then they say...

Ahistorical - you think this shit just dropped right out of the sky

My analysis: it's time to harvest the crust from your eyes
To surge and refine, to rage and define ourselves against your line

So sorry friend but you must resign

You want to figure it out we'll throw down, we'll throw down

Wou want to figure it out well throw down your bulldog front

You make yourself so beautiful,

You make yourself so, so beautiful

And now i feel like i'm going,
I'm going to set myself on fire.

I'm going to set myself up at a window,

This margin walker wants a clear view,

This margin walker wants a clear shot,

and now i'm shooting it right on you.

Untraceable, untranslatable,

I can't explain all i ever wanted to do

Somewhere in these private minds,

The last one comes just in time to clear out
The chambers and sew up the lips,

'Cause that's the price to pay for hoping every slips not a slide.

In other words not to get it wrong,

It's pointless to walk when it's past time to run.

Secured under the weight of watchful eyes,

Lulled to sleep under clear expansive skies.

out here

i can barely see my breath

surrounded

by jealousy and death
i can't be reached

i've only had one call

dragged underneath

seperate from you all

this time

i've lost my own return

in spite of

everything i've learned

i hid my tracks

spit out all my air

slipped into cracks

stripped of all my cares

i'm so tired

sheep are counting me

no more struggle