We're Piling It Too High Talk Not Saying Anything What We Leave Behind What We Can't Afford To Keep There's No Sympathetic Posturing There's No More True Humanity The Old Ways Aren't Working Anymore Let's Separate The Users From The Whores Creepy Crawl Twist The 4-5 Cap To Get Wrapped Tight Slap The Wax On The Wheels To Feel Alright Find The Flow Freak The Funk Like Your In Heat Wrap The Leaf Strike The Blunt now Your In Deep We've Got To Get Together Got To Get With The Game plan To Defeat The Dealer That Dealt This Hand I Don't Understand Why The Kids Are Killing Kids When The Only One's That Benefit Are The Big Whigs Mankind Unkind Always A Fine Line We've All Got To Die And This Time It's My Time Hindsight Blind fight I Hate It When I'm Right He Destroys The World While We Sleep At Night Twist The 4-5 Cap And Understand That If It Was Up To Me I'd Free Charles Manson Throw It All Away Let's Separate The Users, From The Whores What Do We Have To Hope For Why Do We Event Try Laughed At Religion Long Ago I Doubt I'll Be An Angel When I Die
Never Let It Go
No I'll Never Ever Let It Go Caressing The Downfall Out Stretched Arms On Your Knees Crawl Filthy And Feeling Low Dancing In The Undertow The Cut That Always Bleeds But Never Shows Everyone Crawls To Someone Some Run To The Puppeteer And Volunteer To Become One But Who Pulls The Strings That You Are Attached To Who Pours The Gas That You Are The Match To? Strive For Perfection And Strike With Precision Soon It Blows Up In Your Face And The Smoke Blurs Your Vision But Now You're Fading Fast Maybe Your Time Has Passed Bound And Gagged As Your Dragged To The Typecast Jumping Back And Forth And Forth And Back Once More Oblivious To What It Is I'm Looking For Goodbye But I Cannot Forget It No I'll Never Ever Let It Go
These Filthy Hands
Haphazardly, Tumbling Hard Fall Right Down, Laugh Out Loud All In The Scheme Of Things, We're All Looking Up Growing Tall It's Like Pulling One Hair You Are What You Are To Me With Wet Fingers In My Eyes You're A Star Petroleum Jelly You're Something I'll Never Be And Watch The Rain Dance You're Something, I'm Frightened Of I've Got To Get Clean The Rain Will Cleanse Me And I've Got To Wash These Filthy Hands Because It's All Just A Futile Plan That'd Mean I'd Have To Believe Again It's Like A Career To Breathe An Existence I Can't Conceive Emotionless As In Slug In My Imagined Oblivion It's As Much Fun As Poking At A Nerve You Would Swear, That I Could, Walk And Talk No One Wants To Fail But No One Wants To Work But I Doubt You Will Ever Vocabulary Test Is Graded On A Curve Ever Prove Enough Smartest Kid Is Stupid Word Is Never Heard I Doubt You'll Ever Prove It! I've Got To Get Clean The Rain Will Cleanse Me And I've Got to Wash These Filthy Hands All These Thoughts And Feelings Are For Naught Unappealing So You Expect Them To Dull And Fade Still They Remain Caught Waiting For The Rain Time Devours Life With My Soul As The Defendant Don't Catch Me If I Fall I May Have Jumped You Never Know You Don't Know Me At All
The Wrist
Acting Tragically, In An Inept Manner Trying To Act Like Something Really Mattered When I Open My Eyes It's All Gone Overthrown By Your Children God Willing Shut You Down It's Like The Closer I Get I Start To Regret What I've Done A Sick Piece Of Shit, With The Balls To Admit, When He's Wrong React Defiantly I Am Someone, Someone Might Even Fool Myself Before I'm Done When I Open My Eyes It's All Gone Overthrown By Your Children God Willing Shut You Down Making Believe There's Someplace I Belong Greedo Died By The Hand Of Solo Amass A Fortress Of Steel Unsure If I Can Instill My Will Is Caving In Black 'til There's No Bringing It Back Again Led Astray By Their Mock Sincerity False Charity Condemned Chewing Insult Inheriting Unwarranted Birthright Crown A Scapegoat New King Of Shit Ignorance Is Followed By Ignorance Repetition Diminishing Senses Defenseless Crippled Libido Greedo Died By The Hand Of Solo When I Open My Eyes It's All Gone Making Believe There's Someplace I Belong When I Open My Eyes It's All Gone Might Even Fool Myself Before I'm Done
Chancre Sore
Self Absorbed Chancre Sore Love You Like A Matador Life Is Just A Metaphor Nothing's Fair Love Is War Nothing More Love You Like A Matador Nothing More
Flattened
An Early Incarnation, Of A Bad Day I Got Up On The Wrong Side Again The First Hours Crawl Emotional Starvation, We Throw The Words Away Don't Wanna Swallow My Pride Again The Worst Waste Of All I Think I've Found My Way In, I Found My Way Out For Every time That You Live Your Life To Please There's Always That Trace Of Doubt An Early Incarnation, An Early Incarnation Of A Bad Day, Of A Bad Day I Got Up On The Wrong Side Again I Got Up On The Wrong Side Again The Worst Waste Of All The First Hours Crawl If I Could Only Erase, This Failure In My Head One Day If I Could Just Face Up To This Put The Past To Rest Live Your Life To Please Live Your Life To Please Live Your Life To Please There's Always That Trace Of Doubt An Early Incarnation Of A Bad Day I Got Up On The Wrong Side Again The First Hours Crawl The First Hours Crawl.
Big Brother
Open Up Your Mind And Let Some Thought Inside Open Up Your Mind As They All Survey 4 Out Of 5 And They All Survey 4 Out Of 5 And They All Survey Open Up Your Mind And Let Some Thought Inside Open Up Your Mind As They All Survey And In This Time Of Free Thought It'd Be A Shame To Let It Rot Open Up Your Mind As They All Survey When You're All Alone You'll Never Wanna Know Open Up Your Mind As They All Survey 4 Out Of 5 And They All Survey You Gotta Let Some Thought Inside As They All Survey Caught Between The Parallels Of Life And Death And Compromises Fill The Hours With New Vices Voices Screaming Time Is Numb Single File Come And Follow Choosing Futures From Brochures Changing Channels No Opinion Losing Track Which Way Is Up Use Your Head For What It's There For Though Not One In The Same Receptive Minds Co-operate Do Not Dissect The Human Race Make One United Higher Plain And In This Time Of Free Thought It'd Be A Shame To Let It Rot Open Up Your Mind And Let Some Thought Inside Use Your Head, For What It's There For
Idle Worship
I've Got A Great Choice Of Career Staring Endlessly Into The Mirror I've Got A Blank Look On My Face Never To Ever Disappear, Disappear This Is My Chance At The Mirror This Is My Chance At The Mirror I Find I See Myself In Your Eyes Feel Your Regret, Taste Your Despise I Am Immune Still Insecure I've Been Things That Never, Ever Were Never Were This Is My Chance At The Mirror Wanting What's Behind Inside The Outside There's No Time To Hide Curiosities Outcry To Have And To Hold To Bend And To Mold Determine A Price Prepare To Be Sold All Is Commodity Deformities Oddities Exploit The Prodigy To Amuse Us All
Fear Held Dear
Listen, Listen To Me Listen, Listen To Me, Listen You Left Your Mark Like A Hand print In Wet Cement To Make Sure These Regrets I Won't Forget You Tried To Divide Dissect Me Of My Pride, But I Refuse To Fold Into Your Arms Media's' Ventriloquist Anglo Saxon Evangelist I Find It So Ridiculous The Fears That We Hold Dear Listen, Listen Please Won't You Listen Anybody Won't You Listen To The Things That We Hold Dear.
Bwomp
Drop It From The Top Don't Let The Motherfucker Stop Cops Want The Props Tripping Like A Bunch Of Pork Chops Don't They Know We're Loco Going Cuckoo For Our Coco Puffs So Rough So Tough Sho'nuff Make It Funky Enough Don't Let The Rhythm Stop Drop The Fronts At Once You Know You're Falling Behind Playing Catch Up Like Huntz While You're Jocking The Trends We're Stepping Straight From Within You Know We're Coming Correct And Your Slipping Again