LYRICS

 

THE BLEACHERS
It was a unnerving view. No one else could have appreciated it like I do. But then again, few can. As I watched and wondered if I could
relate this to anything seen before. I came up empty. Nothing was quite like it. Maybe I’m to blame, did I come up short?
Did I really fuck up? Or so they tell me.

Hasn’t anyone told you that all of this is just a mirage?

You think these people and you answer to the same external reality? Think again, these stories we make ourselves, not them,
not your parents, not the authorities, just you. And only you. Maybe this’ll fall on deaf ears but it’s all I got. I know it isn’t much, but its mine.

 

TO THE TRENCHES

Come out one last time, just me and you
Take the rough with the smooth
Wrongs will be made right
Songs will be sung
We will come out stronger

Scatter the ashes across the battlefield
Darling I don’t know if you’ve seen the numbers
But I think this one might do us in

This one will burn the bridges, fade out colors
Murky waters almost never birth wonders
But we tried to find the light within

The weapons drawn, the words grown quiet
like a fading symphony the final notes die out
And so we take to the trenches

The blood and guts get spilled and cut
This might be the war to end all wars
We’ll attack and shore up our defenses

With busted knees and rom-com fantasies
She ran me over and my heart exploded
No forgiveness, no remorse. You can’t make
an omelet without breaking some eggs.
The smell of death was our crescendo
Our hatred of each other felt almost tender


HEAVY CROSSES

Sleep easy little one
Have heart and courage
These crosses will one day
Be handed over and buried

Sojourn for a while
When you wake up they’ll all be gone
Only mom will remember
As she’s branded the offender

You’ll carry these crosses
Across the valley alone
You’ll combat dark forces
And squeeze the blood from the secular stone

How can we ever face them
Face our family and neighbors
Forgive us father for she has sinned
She’ll get the rod again

Sleep easy little angle-whore
Your downfall is a blight on us all
It’s not that we didn’t know…
we just didn’t want to know

Moral crime!
It’s feeding time…

 

SHE’S GIVING ME THE CREEPS
South city street lights
Carried heavy foresights
Venus like glow on the edge of her eyes

Soft spoken words
And eerie quiet
Somewhere in her eyes I saw a riot

She saw nothing but scars and wounds
I tried to show her some uneasy truths

She’s giving me the creeps
Woo-ooh
She’s giving me the creeps
Woo-ooh
She’s giving me the creeps
She carries herself fairly well
She’s giving me the creeps

No exit signs
Or escape routes
I couldn’t hide the truth right now

Final call
This one’s for real
You’d better show me how this feels

 

STALE
Your eyes. So tired…
These eyes can see
Right through the bullshit revelry

Your histories will never be rewritten
Just rehashed, propped up and pan-handled
These scene’s death throes have been lengthened

Make an offer, any offer, paid with heavy blood stained coffers
Full of malice and boredom
Poison lips wont sink these ships, and keep your eye right on the prize

Its corpse was riddled
With good intentions
Poison from its limbs still lingered in the trenches

Sit and stare…
Alone…
This patient has been gone for too long

The giants shoulders feel worn, this boat looks worn and torn
The old man hung himself
His coffin read “forlorn”

We all need heroes to look up to
Give me your dreams
I’ll keep them out of harm’s way

 

SURVEY SAYS
Said they saw it coming
Guess foresight never shines
On blackened hearts and eyes

The ballot box been cast
Your voices have been heard
In purgatory no stone is left unturned

Thought about the small changes
All those little things that add up
Intelligence is all but a whispering campaign

But now I see not one but many scream aloud
For country, for family, for posterity
These jokers play for keeps you know

It’s not the strength of man
That wins this fight
Gravity shuts its eyes

This day and age
Makes cynics out of man
Be brave and love

 

BATTERING RAM
Ever forward, no side steps made
Forget all responsibilities
No left or right but straight ahead
Collateral damage be damned

You’s not you, it’s gonna be ok
Leave all your doubts behind
Force is a valuable tool sometimes
Sever the ties that bind

Battering ram! Battering ram!
No half-assed word was spent
Battering ram! Battering ram!
Maybe this time we’ll make a dent!

 

EISENHOWER
One more glance over the railing
In the distance I hear sirens wailing
Old folks playing bingo by candlelight
Goddamn Downtown isn’t open tonight

Take a look down at the people below
Wonder why don’t just pack up and go
Wonder what they actually hope to find
In this place of pearls for swine

Guy next door is erasing his pain
Making love to the drug that the doctor gave him
The only constant that he has in life
Is the cadence of the train that runs through his backyard

A final word of power from your tower, oh Eisenhower
Your children will be screaming tonight
In the shadows of your tombstones inane
Bad places drive good people insane

Sittard streets full of filth and mischief
Fluorescent lights light darker sickness
Could there be any way out for them?
Do we care about the sick and addicted?

Smoke clears and shows covered scars in your eyes
Neighbourhoods gone to hell and you try
To keep the demons out alone at night
And rest your head knowing that you tried

Finally getting our new patch of grass
Instead of this forsaken wasteland
Junkie’s waiting for his dealer to call
Will this dying city ever find salvation at all?

 

INVINCIBLE SUMMER
No more days colored black and blue
Unlike you I like to hang out with ghouls
Across the parks and alleyways
Blood and thunder burst into flames

Raise my arms to a summer sky
Today I’ll just do whatever I feel like
Whatever I feel like…

 

THE REVOLUTION IS MY BOYFRIEND
Molotov desires singed into dreams of yesteryear
We can’t seem to find a purpose here
Pacifism shapes up to be the enemy you feared
You insist on coloring outside the lines

She begins anew, and burns a flag
The status quo is just her punching bag
Teeth clenched, rocks thrown, fists in the air
Rebellion is on sale this time of year

You hate the shopping malls and your friends who all shop there
I hear they’re selling CRASS t-shirts at the H&M
Your posters and your bands scream the truth that you believe
While anarchists scream loud, my head is in the clouds

Your revolution will be mine in time
Your revolution will be mine…
The uprising will be stylised
The revolution will not be TELEVISED!

 

RETARD 200
My social network hit the ground at about 200 friends
Stick a knife into my throat and make this madness end
Farmville invites, quotes from hip-hop, I’m gonna come unglued
If another one of them starts posting pictures of his food

Mikey’s watching Knightrider alone on Friday night
Brandon’s eating grapes and has a problem with his wife
Jack posts that his fish just died, Mandy’s getting pissed
For Jack’s online demeanor doesn’t match how much she misses him

200 stories of romance and glory
200 retards is all that I see
200 blog posts, e-vites to punkshows
It’s all just the special Olympics to me

Peter lately thought he had a problem with his life
Messianic holy men, they told him so on-line
After days of wandering the digital wasteland
The world of shit, he stepped in it. Delete, delete, delete

A myriad of networks linking all my closest friends
Haven’t seen the sun outside for 20 days on end
Twitter trolling, Gamergate and hate mail’s all I need
I scheme, I type, I shout, I yell, I post, I live and bleed

200 stories of romance and glory
200 retards is all that I see
200 blog posts, e-vites to punkshows
The 201st retard is me