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the men behind the meaning
How does it fell to be everything you hated? Pacified, nuetralized, alone and sedated. In your long-term memory, I guess conviction failed. Leaving yourself falling on that system you grade on. Once you saw me standing there, and you overlooked the pain. With all my soul to bare, and you washed out with the rain. And now I see you drifting into oblivion, and I don't care at all. And how does it feel, to be everything that you despised? Is it hard to conceal those little white lies? Now, congratulations 'cause you don't give a fuck, and I wish you the best of luck. Have fun catching up.
Your silence screams at me, and your shoulder is oh so fridgid. I'm wondering what it is I did to make you so vindictive. I suppose that's your expectation, my apologetic explanation, but that"s not what I have to offer, I've played this game many times. Before you waste your aggression on teaching me my lesson, I've got one little question, do you think I'm second guessing? No. I'm not second guessing. So before you waste your energy on being my "best" enemy, open up your eyes and see that it came as no suprise to me. I refuse to lose my ground, the moment you flash a frown, and I've given in so many times, now I refuse to be brought down.
In the land of the free, and home of the brave, I'm an economic slave with a numerical name. And a fool to think I had the ability to make an impact on society. Lost in amber waves of grain, I bathe in acid rain, searching for the principles, that I was taught in school, but I still don't understand this "democracy", the truth shrouded in beauracracy. And fool to think I had the ability, to make an impact on society. But there's only one thing that matters now, my humanity. One thing left worth trying to preserve, my sanity. One thing that they can never take away, my idealism. ONE THING THAT DIED WHEN I OPENED MY EYES. NATIONALISM. PATRIOTISM...and I shot for the top, but I missed it, now will I be another statistic, or can I pull myself together, and strive for something better? In the land of the free, and the home of the brave, I'm an economic slave, with a numerical name. And a fool to think I could make an impact on society, you decide for me.
You think that you're an army, I say you're just a fad. A tragic case of good ideals of unity gone bad. Could you ever own up to all the violence you inflict, that always speaks much louder than the words you contradict. Intergrity and honor are the rights of every man. Agree or disagree, you must try to understand. What kind of change together could we ever think to bring, when exclusion is the reality of the anthems that you sing? Hey I saw you walking with your boys the other night. You seem to say don't look at me unless you want a fight. You seem to have lost all sight of what your unity is for, but chances are you get it back when your bleeding on the floor. You threaten me with violence when I threaten you with truth. You try to justify yourself but you know that it is no use. You think that you're an army, now you've proved you're just as bad. A tragic case of good ideals of unity gone bad.
I perpetuate the dilusion that I'm not subdued by confusion, but I can't fool myself. My self-opinion diminishes with each new hour of lonliness. This solitude has unpluged my mental health. Me and no one else. Else is where I should go, or at least that's what I heard them whisper so low, in not so many words. Else is where I should go, or at least that's what I heard them whisper so low, in not so many words, not so many-words then become my only friend, as well as my darkest fear. I'm wasting my less-than precious time deciphering the words I hear.
I understand that you don't understand why I bury my face into my hands. And it's obvious your patience is wearing thin, 'cause I can't provide an explanation. And I understand your lack of understanding is caused by my withdrawn contemplation, I realize that you're not suprised that I won't let you know what's on my mind. 'Cause revealing my feelings is way to hard, so I stare at my ceiling, put you in a jar, revealing my feelings is way to hard, so I stare, at the ceiling...and revealing my feelings would take all night , so I put you in a jar, make sure the lid's on tight. Revealing my feelings would take all night, so I stare...at the ceiling.
You've got a new-found identity, and a new sense of reality. A hybrid of variuos views, that you suddenly accept as "truth." And you've got the audacity, to sequester me for mutiny. Because now that you've been "enlightened", you can for-see my music's bitter end. But the feeling remains the same. It's only you that's changed. I should have known from the start. You never had the guts to stick to your guns...through thick and thin.
So you set another bridge aflame, and you scourched the trust you barely earned. I use to help you play your childish games, 'cause I didn't want to watch you burn. There I stood, right by your side, when all along, I knew you were wrong. But it was just your foolish pride I stood behind, all along. And, yes I regret my loyality. Why did I stand on your behalf. When you criticized me constantly. Here's the knives you left in my back, your "last laugh" oooooohhhh, and I'm not angry, I'm just finished. My niavete's diminished. I won't be the one to extinguish all your burning bridges. And I'm not angry, I'm just finished. My niavete's diminished. I won't be the one to extinguish all your burning bridges.
Up late on the phone with you last night, you unlock the undertone to my insight. I can't help but believe it's true, that I am falling in love with you...what I'm feeling is real, so I've convinced myself I do not need anybody else. I'm sinking into you just like quicksand, so come and take me by the hand. Help me understand. [You] make me feel like I did sooo long ago, not a care in my heart, not a worry to show. Now I'm so happy that I'm getting scared, to you, nobody ever compared. What I'm feeling is real, so I've convinced myself, I do not need anybody else. I'm sinking into you just like quicksand, come and take me by the hand. What I'm feeling is real so I've convinced myself I could not want anybody else. Now I'm so happy that I'm getting scared. To you, nobody ever compared.
So you found it in the mind of an infant, now. Did anything to reach that "higher plain." But you find that those hallucinigenic excursions have re-arranged the composition of your brain. And you struggle to compose a sentence. Did you ever want it to come to this? No. But you abused it for amusement, always wanted to escape! But, this time it was permanent, you tripped your soul away. Your revelations are irrelevant, your brain's a total waste! You're so fucking stupid and you tripped your soul away. You found it so hard, but it was never hard to find. That universal truth was always in your mind. Here you are again, just like yesterday, but was it worth the price? The price you had to pay. You abused it for amusement...always wanted to escape...but this time it was permanent, 'cause you tripped your soul away.
Inside your head, the battle has been won, and you proved to them that your the champion. But inside, you're job is never done. It's hard to convince yourself, that you're, in fact, someone else. Inside your head--you race the competetion, when you talk, and they don't even listen. And while you're busy searching for the right disposition, they go on, oblivious, to your fucking existance...and the frantic antics, to prove you're authentic, are seen as smoke screens, dissipating. And the frantic antics, to prove you're authentic, are seen as smoke screens, dissipating. Dissipating. Inside your head.
As history increases with every second, and our minds continue to fog, comfort takes away from ambition. Take what you want and don't hold it back. Never hold it back. Never hold it back. As, we worry ourselves with nonsense...guess what. Time keeps ticking by with every lunch and break. Early afternoon awakenings. Time was lost, and never...never...found. You my friend must take another step, and try to let go of the past. As irration and depression may bring you down. Positivity will help you see it through.
And now it seems are founding fathers never bothered to think about the future as they smothered mother nature in concrete structure. And the patriotic rhetoric spit into our faces, well most of it was bullshit just to keep us in our places...and when, alas, the truth was revealed, we were shocked, by what they had to conceal. But our wounds of mistrust were easily healed, by our blind desire to pretend, their truth is real.
Make sure your seatbelt's fastened when your on your way to Gaston, where the streets all have no name, and the trailors all look the same. Your tire will catch a nail where the rednecks all prevail, so "dump Beasely, keep the flag, and hate those fucking fags", and whooooaaa, we're on our way to Gaston. Whoooaaa we're on our way to Gaston, GO!
I think Danielle may have lost her mind, he's gonna' pay the price for the abuse he designed to make her suffer, to make her hurt, until she doesn't wanna', live on planet earth...let's go!!! The fists flew at her without reason gary conquered any feeling, of love, joy, peace or happiness, and it just gave way to suicidal distress. But now Danieelle's back from the dead, revenge for the hell you made her feel. With plans to decorate your head with lead, nothing to lose, evening the deal.
So tell me what's your point, 'cause I don't think it exists. It's a contrived issue, a reason for you to get pissed.. But please deprive of the pagaentry, 'cause the only thing apparent to me is your superficiality. I hear the argument minus the evidence. Nihilstic rhetoric, isn't much of a defense. You reduce life to simplicity, and say it's all conspiracy, but you're missing all the complexity, that permeates reality. Will you ever see? Now let's seperate fact from fiction. 'Cause you're a walking talking contradiction. Before you go and tell the world their faults, you've gotta figure out what you're talking about...SO, TELL ME WHY EVERYTHING PURE IS BAD. AND TELL ME WHY THE GOVERNMENT MAKES YOU MAD. Could it be, you just don't know, and your anger's just for show? I know you can tell me what's wrong with life, but you can never tell me how to make it right. Your critcisms are so fucking generic, so tell it to somebody else, 'cause I don't wanna hear it. Now let's seperate fact from fiction. "Cause you're a walking talking contradiction. Don't be so quick to collect the world's debt, until you can live up to the standards that you set.
She seems to think that she's finally proven that she's cool, she hates her mom, she hates her dad, she let's them know by being bad. She quit her job, then she dropped out of school. Living couch to couch this week. Anywhere that she can sleep. This is the third time this year. She's had it up to here. "They can't tell me what to do. If I want to then I'll get drunk, you can't touch me, I'M SO DAMN PUNK." She always missed the things she thought she knew. It's been a week, her pride defeated by her poverty. Parents (thankful) just forgive her. Anything she wants they'll give her. Back in school, planning her next move. But this time when she calls home her parents say "YOU'RE ON YOUR OWN."
So there you have it. The complete list of lyrics for The Megameant's s/t cd. The lyric sheet in the cd was really hard to understand so I took time out of my busy punk lifestyle to help people to comprehend how the band thinks. It took me a very long time to complete this task, but it was well worth the trouble.>
buy this cd at 52.5 or at any Megameant's show
