Fragments and fractions

laying in my bed listening to the lost and the lonely stagger home through the shadows in a pale moonlight. i'm tired of the noise from the city, tired of the noise from the city this place is getting...

is this how we are trained to serve? we assume a way of life into which we are born, to fit a mould of acceptance, conformity and consumption. never questioning our freedom, embracing the privilege...

i'd rather be pathetic at the age of 45 than to sell out my ideals to live a fucking lie trade my freedom for a false sense of security working for death, digging my own grave but as long as my lungs...

hey, what's up? it's always nice to see you my old friend, good to hear your voice again. you know, i think about you now and then, but a little less each day. we stood there talking, laughing looking...

thanx for the invitation but we really couldn't care less about participating in some stupid contest where music is nothing more than a sales number statistic another capitalist market of material...

They dress you up Like a store window mannequin and stuff you full of shit, feed you contentment and punk becomes another excuse to be as any corporate puppet of this society (Of this society) We...

years of living life and learning, growing and exploring. and on that path we're all affected by the process by which our identities and realities are conditioned and manufactured. and i have chosen...

yet another big company gets away dodging taxes and our elected government puts on the blindfold. cause they know that if they're audited, the firms will relocate abroad, for lower costs and cheaper...

the tour has just begun, yeah i've only been gone for a week now, but it feels like forever and i miss having you near me. i miss the sight of your smile. got a few more weeks to go, just a few more...