Columbine was a blast
Columbine was blast/I heard the other day/ Bullets were fired and blood was spilt as the repressive school system gave way/Censorship – it’s not the answer to the problem we face today/Guns? That can’t be it – it’s the rock-n-roll stars that fuck our kids/ Go! Columbine was a blast/I heard the other day/ fear-induced finger-pointing led by the religious right/ NRA – behold the firearm culture hell-bent on finding scapegoats to divert attention/George W. Bush – What a man! Pro-gun Bible belt, you can eat my ass.
Why do men have nipples?
‘A man is cut in half by a window’/they said too much emphasis is placed on being awake. We’re forgetting how to dream, I’ve often been told to stop dreaming/They’ll try to shame you into shutting up, as if you need a qualification to think. But I’d rather reach for metaphysical stars than resign myself to literal dirt.
Two Bermudas
Sing me a song about america/ Fuck no I don’t like it there
Introspective and happy pro active/ Makes you wonder if they really care/ Sing me a song about about a raggedy ear drum/Makes you wonder if they really hear
Top notch teeth and the winning smile/ So much feelings that we’ve gotta share/ Sing me a songs about Bermuda shorts/ A hight twanging voice and the Sunday sports/ A long deep talk about nothing at all/ Your white clean face just says it all/ Go, go out and spread the word, we’re all here for you and we ain’t all here/ And the TV’s teaching me the alphabet, so I can start to learn how to speak sincere/ How bout another coffee, are you feelin’ well in that lazy boy/ how bout another laxative cause if it doesn’t come quick then you got no joy/yeah/ ha ha ha for America, inward feeling and and the same perspective/ ha ha ha for America, a jocular way to mask the defective/ Sing me a song about America/ Fuck no I don’t wanna share
Seedless grapes, and a game of golf/And effective sheep to cover up the wolf.
Too safe for me
You’ve got syphilis of the mind/expanded analogy; poisoned slowly, a banalisation – malignant mentality/ Today’s symptoms persist, and its active chemical warfare – polished grammar cloaks empty words/ You like eating seedless grapes and everyone gets to like something if they’re fed it enough/ so commercialise:legitimise, marginalize anything else/ Where there’s certainty there’s safety and you’re too safe for me/ Don’t tell me I’ve been misled – I know when you try hard enough statistics will prove everyone wrong/ cause you think if you profit enough it doesn’t matter what you sell/ With you’re certainty there’s safety/ but its all too safe for me – you’re too safe for me
The Subversive Incendiary
Apathy, the plague of the new/ Its profusion is self-disparaging universally advocated by means of subliminal corporate dogma/ Ailing humanity has but one resolution: The subversive incendiary/ This is the Death-Star X2 - discordant vehemence. This is the Death-Star X2 -
castigation of callousness/Cerebral distortion courtesy of modern-day consumer culture/ Orchestrated unconsciousness blindfolds us to what misery others must endure/ Ailing humanity has but one resolution: The subversive incendiary/ This is the Death-Star X2 -discordant vehemence/ This is the Death-Star X2 - castigation of callousness/ Come to raze your exaltation of impervious unconcern and torpor.
"Boredom is counter revolutionary" S.I Graffiti 1968
I won’t conform to what doesn’t fit, to my beliefs I have commitment, oppression lies in all that shit - consumerism so sick of it. Stabbed in the front once again, but it wasn’t by a friend; by the spectacle of filth and greed things that killed my red machine.
I’ll fight for a cause, but not for yours - you’ve said pro life [one too many times] I’ll show you the door, because it’s not about murder today - it’s keeping women in chains. I won’t support/dignify your pro life stance, it’s easy to see you’re in [another]S.N.A trance - it’s foetus killers you hate, yet you still eat the meat on your plate.
The green-eyed monster that mocks the meat it eats is made of you,
a whole population caught unaware that the food they eat is too,WHAT’S THE SECRET OF SOYLENT GREEN? (mad grind breakdown)Disperse the crowds, soylent green has run out. They’re bringing in the scoops to herd you up for food because, plankton is dying, the ocean’s dying too. A final solution that is made of you. Soylent Green is people! Soylent Green is people! We’ve got to stop them, please - somehow..
"The passion of destruction is a creative joy" Michael Bakunin
You always whine about supporting your scene, but your bullshit always comes in between, you watch your friend’s band and then you leave. I hope you choke on your apathy (now we’ll help you..)DESTROY YOUR SCENE This ain’t no competition, no one is leading - you never commit yourself, yet you can criticise us. Well, go ahead and leave… NOW
Leave support to people like us.(cause we’re gunna) DESTROY YOUR FUCKING SCENE (and create something new..)
Lost my respect for your actions and what they mean, for what you said you’d never be, not full of hate, but confused about what you think is right - like busting heads, and splitting lips, it’s privileged boredom that teaches this, just another gang mentality - one that I despise. When will you learn that respect shouldn’t come from being in a gang? Thoughtless violence in the herd doesn’t make the bigger man It’s just macho creed, it’s bullshit pride, it’s another thing you try to hide… so you cover up with fists.
Well I think you’re feeling insecure, coward.'Respect this'.
mob mentality is organised crime.
