“Disappointed” by Face to Face

Reality is what you want to see
It shouldn't make a difference to me
I put my trust in what you had to say
It didn't make a difference anyway

I know you've tried your "very best"
And I'm so glad
Thank you so much

Disappointment is what you've made this
Expectations overrated
Disappointment is what you've made this
My ambition is so deflated

Reality is different for me
My eyes are opened wide enough to see
I've listened to your explinations why
The more you fail, the harder that I try

A case of mistaken opportunity
I guess I really got it wrong
Identity is insignificant
Or is it everything?

Songwriters: Trever Keith, Scott Shiflett

“Heads of State” by Pour Habit

A judgment nation filled with hatred
Formed on land back then was sacred
Never did they wanna see
A land filled with hypocrisy
Everything is a sighted blur
A vision relapse did occur
To guard against my tyranny
Time will tell if we were meant to be free

The blind leading the blind [x2]

A nation run by heads of state
Who don’t eat from the same plate
Using people as its bait
Expendable we’ve come to be
The towers fall so easily
It was planned, you can see

A country bred on foreign teachings
Mindless benders we’re never seeking
Mind state has been on decline
Truth and knowledge are hard to find
A post-war mental stress did happen
Many formed groups, clans and fractions
To guard against my tyranny
And time will tell if we were meant to be free

The blind leading the blind [x2]

A nation run by heads of state
Who don’t eat from the same plate
Using people as its bait
Expendable we’ve come to be
Towers fall so easily
It was planned, you can see

The blind leading the blind!
A nation run by heads of state
Who don’t eat from the same plate
Using people as its bait
Expendable we’ve come to be
Towers fall so easily
It was planned, you can see

“Today’s Empires, Tomorrow’s Ashes” by Propagandhi

This tangled web we weave spans from Pine to Ruby Ridge
Back to Shay's defeat
On up to Gufstafsen
Now cue the ass parade of ditto heads and commissars and pricks
Drown out the faintest hint of commie f— heretics

The nail that sticks up gets hammered down
The master's finest tools are found
Slack-jawed and placid
Amidst the cacophony
Of screaming billboards and Disney-fied history

Sometimes the ties that bind are strange
No justice shines upon the cemetery plots marked Hampton, Weaver, or Anna Mae
Where federal bureaus and fraternal orders
Have cast their shadows
Permanent features build into these borders

But undercover of the
The customary gap we find between
History and truth
Founding fathers
Bask in the rockets blinding red glare
Bombs bursting in air

But the truth is,
The back country learned of ratification
The people had a coffen painted black
And solemnly born in funeral procession
They buried it deep in the earth
An an emblem of their disillusion
Internment of their public liberty
Someday, somewhere
Today's empires, tomorrow's ashes

Songwriters: Hannah Christopher John, Kowalski Todd Darren, Samolesky Jordan

-Alexis de Tocqueville on how tyranny will come to America

-The French political philosopher Alexis de Tocqueville (1805-1859), author of “Democracy in America,” describes what form of tyranny or despotism that would eventually come to America: it would be relatively mild, retain some of the “external forms of liberty”, but the people would behave like timid “animals” and the government would act like their shepherd:

“After having thus taken each individual one by one into its powerful hands, and having molded him as it pleases, the sovereign power extends its arms over the entire society; it covers the surface of society with a network of small, complicated, minute, and uniform rules, which the most original minds and the most vigorous souls cannot break through to go beyond the crowd; it does not break wills, but it softens them, bends them and directs them; it rarely forces action, but it constantly opposes your acting; it does not destroy, it prevents birth; it does not tyrannize, it hinders, it represses, it enervates, it extinguishes, it stupefies, and finally it reduces each nation to being nothing more than a flock of timid and industrious animals, of which the government is the shepherd.

I have always believed that this sort of servitude, regulated, mild, and peaceful, of which I have just done the portrait, could be combined better than we imagine with some of the external forms of liberty, and that it would not be impossible for it to be established in the very shadow of the sovereignty of the people.”

“The System” by The Black Pacific

What's all this suction?
Yeah, we're the lucky ones
We suck the corporate dime

Cause you can take it -
Don't mean you're getting it
Follow the thin white line

So what's the use if you got your freedom
If you don't have shit in your life?
It's our compulsion - more fun for everyone
Just go to give it some time

I'm just a product part of the machinery
A pawn in God's electrical dream
I thought I was using the system
But the system was using me

[(Yeah, yeah)]

You can't escape it - just go along with it
You're born you work and you die
Just one more idiot - who's rendered meaningless
And there's an endless supply

So hang loose in your necktie noose man
And fight for the scraps you can get
Until they erase you
They're coming after you
'Til you give up and give in

I'm just a product part of the machinery
A pawn in God's electrical dream
I thought I was using the system
But the system was using me

[(Yeah, yeah)]

I'm just a product part of the machinery
A pawn in God's electrical dream
I thought I was using the system
But the system was using...

I'm just a product part of the machinery
A pawn in God's electrical dream
I thought I was using the system
But the system was using me

[(Yeah, yeahYeah, yeah)]

Songwriters: Michael Baskette, Christopher Kamrada, Jay Enriquez, Maika Maile, Christian Climer

“Disappear” by Off With Their Heads

I should have seen this from the start
I should have always been on my own
Now it's perfectly clear
I never should have stayed here
I should have just disappeared

The time that we have spent apart
Has made me realize I am torn
Between the person I was
Who I wanted to be
And the one I mourn

And now I sit here in the dark
In a city that is not my own
There's a roof over me
And four walls to keep
Me away from me cold

The disappointment in myself's
More than you'll ever know and more than I show
And it's perfectly clear
I shouldn't be here
I should just disappear

I should have seen this from the start
I should have always been on my own
Now it's perfectly clear
I should have never stayed here
I should have just disappeared

The time that we have spent apart
Has made me realize I am torn
Between the person I was
Who I came to be
And the one I mourn
Between the person I was
Who I came to be
And the one I mourn
Who I was
Who I came to be
The one I mourn

Take me and bury me
Up to my neck and walk away
I deserve what's coming to me
Take me and bury me
Up to my neck and walk away
I deserve what's coming to me

I just wanted to feel love
To be loved, to be loved

I should have seen this from the start
I should have always been on my own
You've made it perfectly clear
I shouldn't be here
Now I'll just disappear

Songwriters: Kyle Cm Manning

“The Royal Tease” by Non-Prophet

Its so sad to see the ending of my adolescent history

This time has come to be a man and take the reigns of daddy’s business plan

Cause in America we give to those who take

I think I’ll take a little for myself

Its so sad to see that after high school

I just did what I was told

My life was all planned out for me

To take this world and call it all my own

Attending meetings

Saying what they wrote for me

My birthright has become my destiny

These stats and figures alter what you see

And there’s nothing you can prove

There’s nothing you can do

I am the one

Living the life that I’ve always dreamed

And there is nothing you can do

You’ll never learn the truth

Remember Skulls and Bones

Well as the story goes

Their filtered news and Dewey schools feed the mind control

Be a good citizen

The state will always win

And good always prevails

You never have to learn a thing

Somebody tell me that its over

Its not hard to read between the lines

Our government is just like the Romans and the Greeks

I watch again as history repeats

“This Is How It Ends” by The Launch

Is there a better way to lend a hand

Are we just gluttons for punishment

Another day goes by, I still don’t understand

Should it be so hard to find happiness

Please believe this story is about you and me and everyone

We better wake up from this dreamy state before its too late

When your family’s on the run

The battle has begun

A few of us are keeping everything for themselves

And I cant stomach the fact, we’re gonna let this mother go up in flames

Today, apocalyptic rage

The planners set the stage

Complicit we became

But now we will not break

We will not bend

We know that this is how it ends

Is there a better way to understand

That right and wrong aint hard to comprehend

Another year goes by, and not a thing has changed

We’re led by the totally deranged

Please believe this story is about you and me and everyone

We better wake up from this dreamy state before its too late

When your family’s on the run

The battle has begun

A few of us are keeping everything for themselves

And I cant stomach the fact, we’re gonna let this mother go up in flames

Today, apocalyptic rage

The planners set the stage

Complicit we became

But now we will not break

We will not bend

We know that this is how it ends

“Mind of My Own” by Strung Out

It's four o'clock, the TV's on
My mind is shut off and my own thoughts are gone
I change the channel, I change my mind
I change my life; I wanna leave it all behind

'Cause I don't have a mind of my own
I am influenced by everything that I see
And I can't help it now
Everything in my life just thinks for me

Can't help this habit; I'm in love with my disease
Worshiping my idle time, a life I cannot seize
Trapped by depression and I sleep all day
But Xanax, Valium, Ativan makes it all okay

It's so much more than a cry for attention
No loving hands can soothe this ache
It's so much more than my war with the world
It's my own degradation, it's my own self-hate

I preach my pessimism
Right out loud to anyone who'll listen
I'm not afraid to be alive
I'm afraid to be alone

Late at night, my monsters find me
From under the bed or out of my past
All alone with nobody to talk to
Sanity gets put to the test

I close my eyes but I'm still haunted
Sometimes I get too twisted to sleep
As all my world crumbles all around me
Inspirations become admissions of defeat

Cause I don't have a mind of my own
I don't have a mind of my own
I don't have a mind of my own
Everything in my life just thinks for me

“Let Them Eat War” by Bad Religion

There's a prophet on a mountain and he's making up dinner
With long division and writing crop
Anybody can feel like a winner
When it's served up piping hot

But the people aren't looking for a handout
They're America's working corps
Can this be what they voted for?

Let them eat war
Let them eat war
That's how to ration the poor
Let them eat war
Let them eat war
There's an urgent need to feed
Declining pride

From the force to the union shops
The war economy is making new jobs
But the people who benefit most
Are breaking bread with their benevolent hosts

Who never stole from the rich to give to the poor
All they ever gave to them was a war
And a foreign enemy to deplore

Let them eat war
Let them eat war
That's how to ration the poor
Let them eat war
Let them eat war
There's an urgent need to feed
Declining pride

We've got to kill 'em and eat 'em before they reach for their checks
Squeeze some blue collars, let them bleed from their necks
Seize a few dollars from the people who sweat
Cause it's freedom or death and they won't question it
At a job site the boss is god like
Conditioned workhorses park at a stoplight
Seasoned vets with their feet in nets
A stones throw away from a rock fight
But not tonight, feed 'em death

Here comes another ration (feed them death)
Cause they're the finest in the nation (feed them death)
When there's nothing left to feed them
When it's freedom or it's death

Let them eat war
Let them eat war
That's how to ration the poor
Let them eat war
Let them eat war
There's an urgent need to feed

Songwriters: Brett Gurewitz, Greg Graffin, Sage Francis, Jay Bentley, Brooks Phillip Wackerman, Brian (usa) Baker

“Prayer of the Refugee” by Rise Against

Warm yourself by the fire, son
And the morning will come soon
I'll tell you stories of a better time
In a place that we once knew

Before we packed our bags
And left all this behind us in the dust
We had a place that we could call home
And a life no one could touch

Don't hold me up now
I can stand my own ground
I don't need your help now
You will let me down, down, down

Don't hold me up now
I can stand my own ground
I don't need your help now
You will let me down, down, down, down

We are the angry and the desperate
The hungry, and the cold
We are the ones who kept quiet
And always did what we were told

But we've been sweating while you slept so calm
In the safety of your home
We've been pulling out the nails that hold up
Everything you've known

Don't hold me up now
I can stand my own ground
I don't need your help now
You will let me down, down, down

Don't hold me up now
I can stand my own ground
I don't need your help now
You will let me down, down, down

So open your eyes child
Let's be on our way
Broken windows and ashes
Are guiding the way

Keep quiet no longer
We'll sing through the day
Of the lives that we've lost
And the lives we've reclaimed

Go!

Don't hold me up now
I can stand my own ground
I don't need your help now
You will let me down, down, down

Don't hold me up now
I can stand my own ground
I don't need your help now
You will let me down, down, down

Don't hold me up
(I don't need your help, I'll stand my ground)
Don't hold me up
(I don't need your help)

No! No! No! Don't hold me up
(I don't need your help, I'll stand my ground)
Don't hold me up
(I don't need your help, I'll stand my ground)
Don't let me down, down, down, down, down

Songwriters: Brandon Barnes, Joseph Principe, Timothy Mcilrath, Christopher Chasse

“Analog” by Strung Out

Through the coolest haze
Of this dreamlike maze
It has begun
And all I wanted you near

With these wounds I bled
A perfect tone of red
In isolation
Through the swollen eyes

Of the dying, and my waking dreams
We're all dying to become what we swore we never would

Now I watch and mourn in bloom

You take the way you know
I'll take the road unknown
And meet you there
At the end of time

We are frequency
We are tragedy
We are the love
We need to keep us here

We are the dying, we are the hungry ones
We are the waiting forever faithful
When I see you on the other side
I will not be the same
As I was when I was yours

How I wanted you near

We are the dying, we are the lonely ones
We are the heartache forever waiting
When I see you on the other side
I will not be the same
As I was when I was yours

We've got the anger, fear and isolation,
Exiled to this place.
We've got the pain, separates the tragic years
I've gone through all this waste
And when we finally separate ourselves,
The world we choose to leave behind
I will not be the same
As I was when I was yours.

Songwriter: Jason Cruz

“Live For Better Days” by Ignite

Save it for tomorrow
Just let me get some sleep in
Let me remand
I wasn't born a failure
Tonight I feel we're sinking
And I'm thinking once again

So I say goodnight
To dreams that won't be realized
I can't sleep with desperation by my side
The memories start to fade
Now I live for better days

Last night was wrong, it's morning
So tired of this empty feeling in me
I wasn't born a failure
No more living in regret
Stop feeling sorry for yourself

So I say goodnight
To dreams that won't be realized
I can't sleep with desperation by my side
As the memories start to fade
Now I live for better days

Oh, I need to end this violence
In a place that I call home
Oh, I need to hear some silence
Silence in me
Silence in me

So I say goodnight
To dreams that won't be realized
I can't sleep with desperation by my side
As the memories start to fade
Now I live for better days

-Sarcastic thoughts about the future

Can’t believe I actually made a plan for what to do if my taxes go up to 40-50% of my income.

Here’s the plan:

1. Quit working at a job where I’m forced to pay taxes. Or, just give a “one day a week” availability…let them decide if I still work there.

2. Live on government assistance. UBI should cover basic necessities.

3. Start selling gourmet hot dogs in the streets. Buy product in bulk from Costco.

4. Take under the table gigs doing in-home bartending, fixing computers, dog walking, and guitar lessons.

5. Report no earnings to the government. Ever.

6. Stay mobile. Take advantage of squatter laws and move into any favorite house I find...whenever I wanna take a break from “the road.”

7. Stack chips privately. Live as a degenerate publicly.

8. When the ass falls out of the new socialist utopia and hyperinflation destroys the currency, I will already be positioned to seize land and start a proper operation of my own, and I’ll be that much more prepared to live in the “new libertarian Wild West” that will be the new America.

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