TIME MARCHES ON
Time has changed, what's going wrong?
We can only regress as time marches on: down with the system,
enough of the lies, you can only realize if you open up your eyes.
I don't know if we're ever gonna see,
tell me what's gone wrong with society: got no future,
this is no life for me and I don't know just what went wrong,
all that I know it's gone on too long.
Got no future, there is no life for me, not for me.
Look ahead, what is our fate?
To make the same mistakes that we made yesterday,
do we try to save ourselves,
or sit back and laugh as it all goes to hell?
LAND OF THE FREE
Land of the free, and we're untied make our destiny,
we take control, never divided we got the power and we'll never be,
divided we fall.
Land of the free, free to conspire to control
oh yeah you're gonna see there's no use resisting: you live in the land
of the free,
free to control your life, the land of the free,
free to control your mind, the land of the free.
Democracy, United Nations of hypocrisy,
profit's our goal, we're incorporated,
it's big business and oil companies controlling us all.
Hatred from your closed mind, nothing you think
is gonna change your actions,
speak so loud, you've got to try a different way:
we live together we're worlds apart down on the streets
because we're too proud no one will ever admit defeat.
The world is a smoking gun that is loaded,
and soon it's gonna blow you away;
up till now nobody has noticed but we're going to have our say.
Were do we draw the line? Nobody seems
to have clue,
we're at each other's throats cause we don't share a point of view,
so what's the problem: can't see beneath the shade of skin.
A vicious circle, a human race, no one can win.
It's just a state of mind, it's not reality,
it's all psychosomatic static inhumanity;
a savage mental sickness that plagues the human race and it's going
to blow up in your face.
Someday you gotta find another way, you better
right your mind and live by what you say.
Today is just another day unless you set your sights and try to find
I say fuck authority, silent majority raised
by the system, now it's time to rise against them.
We're sick of your treason, sick of your lies, fuck no we won't listen,
we're gonna open your eyes: frustration, domination, feel the rage of
a new generation;
we're living, we're dying,
(we take the time and will endless try; destroy,
enjoy, you fight the world, become a new toy,
dominate, eliminate, do you fell the rise, rise of hate?)
and we're never gonna stop trying
You know the time is right to take control,
we got to take offense against the status quo;
no way, not gonna stand for it today, fight for your rights it's time
we had our say.
SOMETHING WRONG WITH ME
I'd like to encourage you to believe the things
I do, fact is something's wrong inside of me;
at times I find it hard to see what I really want to be, and that's
when something snaps inside of me.
I was once just like you, born without a fucking clue, and now I live
my life to be free;
live your life, Jesus Christ, trouble in paradise: mom and dad they're
not too proud of me
They're not too proud of me, they're not
too proud of me,
I'm never gonna be, it's so plain to see you are not like me.
Look at what you've done to me: a product
of society. Confusion on your face is plain to see;
I don't like your attitude, think I'm lost, think I'm rude: your opinion's
invalid to me.
You don't like my tatoos how does this dishonor you?
Don't you know what's inside of me, sick and tired of all the lies,
when will you realize I'm proud just being me?
Yeah, Yeah, I can't believe, hopeless indecision's got a hold of me;
Yeah, Yeah, it's plain to see I'm a product of society: there's something
wrong with me.
T there's something wrong with me. never gonna be what you wanna be;
you are not like me.
Well it comes as no surprise,
don't you realize you cant back up deceit with more sad alibis cause
you never are to blame?
Driving you insane: cause when your words are gone, the damage still
You don't wanna believe that you're human
just like me,
I'm not the enemy (by blaming me you gain control),
you're just like me (you want a scapegoat for your crimes), I'm not
It seems impossible to me: a tragic comedy
that I'm the villain in your twisted fantasy,
but to me its not a game, driving me insane:
we're all just victims in your sinister charade.
People on the street they want to find a god,
they'll never know organized religion pulls the blinds;
then they pull the wool, they open up your head: they're fucking with
your mind now you can't see because you're blind.
You try to make amends, but your head still spinning round the church
of Jesus Christ says it's time don't fuck around,
you want to go to heaven you see it isn't free, give your money up to
My god is not the one that you wanna to
see, your god is a mirage, a conspiracy,
you pray for forgiveness cause your sinning scared to death, so your
money you'll be giving.
Holier than thou, with your one way morality;
I think your shallow faith isn't based in reality;
you don't like how were living, we're sinful and obscene, why are you
You're richer than God, but you're crying out for more;
you're living like a king while you steal from the poor;
you wanna be forgiven? Get on your knees and pray, send in your cash
and be saved.
Better hope, you've been chosen to be saved, cause your empathy only
goes so far today;
pay no mind to those in pain, they just want the souls that are willing
to pay their way.
Your god's not for me.
TWIST OF FATE
Feels great when you get the runaround, life you
led was full of lies,
too late when you start to look around, all you find is wasted lives.
Do you want to obliterate some things you don't understand since you
want to succumb to fate?
Watch the world slip through your hands..
You get the feeling that its never gonna
change, it doesn't mean a thing,
your life's not gonna end, doesn't mean a thing, don't say goodbye my
cause it doesn't mean a thing, a simple twist of fate, no, it doesn't
mean a thing,
you start to get the feeling that it's never gonna end, it doesn't mean
You hate when you start to think about
things in life that could have been too late,
its not gonna turnaround, can't escape the mess youre in.
Do you wish there was a way to stop the fickle hand of fate or do you
give in to the urge and kill the very thing you hate?
Do you feel alive for the first time?
WHO'S ON YOUR SIDE?
Looking ahead not far away, someday soon but not
things may get better things may get worse depending on who gets there
Nothing in common, nothing will change; together we'll go our separate
nothing to stop us from caving in. Someone's got to lose when someone
Look at the world you're living in, someday
you'll have to pick a side for the rest of your life.
Who's on your side?
A voice in the dark, a light in the haze,
a flame that burns then fades away,
alone in the night a ship lost at sea a state of emergency, with no
way of knowing what's coming next;
survival of who fits in best, looking for answers but where to begin?
We all want to know how this one ends, this isn't make believe:
a faded picture show as we drown you're slowly letting go.
IT'S UP TO YOU
I see things happening, they fall before my eyes;
pretend I'm blind like I could never see the heartache that's not mine
and fills my head.
Can I just laugh away the sights that tear my soul and make me sick?
No I could never be so cold to look away
Is it so wrong to want to make a difference?
I'd like to think there's no excuse, is it a crime to want things better
How you wanna live? Its up to you
Wish I could be like you, indifferent to
it all, like life's a joke sarcastic cynical,
like everything's o.k. but it just won't work:
in life you have to choose to stay at home and hide or stand up and
if caring's my offense then I proudly stand accused. So how about you?
SET ME FREE
Life is a lesson you can never learn for free;
a time keeps on slippin' like a faded memory;
I got the answers staring right in front of me, time heals my soul.
Set me free, I stand about face my mission,
you don't know what you've been missing
There is a reason for all that comes to
be my troubled life,
riddled with dark insanities;
I need solutions for the pain that surrounds me.
Time, here's my soul.
You don't need divine intervention for all the
things that you never can face,
you don't need good intentions cause in the end it is all just a waste;
we all need an endless vacation from all the problems the world can
we just need reconciliation to repair what is wrong in our lives.
I can't face the day, don't want to try,
I want to waste away till I'm lost.
Save me from all the chaos, I'll radiate till I'm gone, so wait so many
things that I'll never break away;
wait, save your answers, there's nothing when you're gone from here.
It's only another day wasted that's replayed
in the back of your mind,
a snapshot that you suffocated among the shadows and little white lies.
You don't need a crude benediction, a pale savior you can sacrifice,
you just need a new definition when you're feeling alone in the night.
I just can't understand and I don't know how anyone
with every passing day it gets worse in every way, it's time that we
make a stand;
I sit here and wonder why how many more people got to die before we're
how many got to burn until we all realize.
See it everyday, it never goes away, never
slowing, always growing, never going away;
this is the day you'll see our way, we've had enough, some things are
the future's bright, people unite: better believe you're in for a fight.
Behind smiles and pageantry lies a vile
and sadistic history,
insidious, design deceitful and sublime feeding on misery.
The world's got a bad disease and I think
I got a fucking remedy: a molotov cocktail.
Freedom will prevail, a new world society.
We're not gonna be ignored, believe us, this means war, something you
you shouldn't fuck with us, we're not gonna take it anymore.
Far below beneath a burning hot sun our civility's
hate your neighbour cause he's not your kind, fell out of favor, now
he's out of luck;
get in your car, fuel up and get a job, you got no worries, you don't
care that much.
Pass the beggars as they lie out on the street, just look away and roll
your windows up,
you don't have to worry: he's not one of us, yeah.
Is there anyone listening to this beautiful
Is there anyone watching this wonderful nightmare?
Don't care much, you'd rather kill.Check
out Johnny as he plays out in the street:
keeps to himself, he doesn't say too much, can't get along with the
kids in school;
likes to make bombs and blow things up;
his mom and dad think everything's fine, they got no worries, they don't
care that much.
All that tension bottled up inside one day soon now he's gonna erupt.