This is not a plea for peace but a call to war
though some shall decease and some shall suffer more some
see the light and turn and fight knowing that burning bright
is it's own reward
like a star goes nova before it dies
let's overthrow the thrones expose the lies
or aren't you sick of being victimized?
This is not a time for talk but a time to act
get up and walk it off or die lying on your back
pick up the pace or we lose the race
it's time to face up to what we lack
there's things you want and things you need
a brand new SUV a new disease
hi-def don't show no real realities.
[Chorus:]
Two steps back is a losing battle
and I don't think it's ever gonna stop
one push back and it's the gallows
one snap they call it suicide by cop.
Another old man in the same dead age
another blank s***e on an empty page
"the future is unwritten" yeah it's all the rage
but ain't no one writing s*** in this f****** cage
except marks on a wall as days pass by
we chip away until we die
our legacies these b***** lullabies.
Two thousand and eight another b**mer
not a sound from the encumbered numbers
no not a peep 'cos the scars run deep
so awash in grief we escape to slumber
who can sleep in these beds they made?
good f****** joke short sheet a shallow grave
alarm clock ringing bring the dead.
though some shall decease and some shall suffer more some
see the light and turn and fight knowing that burning bright
is it's own reward
like a star goes nova before it dies
let's overthrow the thrones expose the lies
or aren't you sick of being victimized?
This is not a time for talk but a time to act
get up and walk it off or die lying on your back
pick up the pace or we lose the race
it's time to face up to what we lack
there's things you want and things you need
a brand new SUV a new disease
hi-def don't show no real realities.
[Chorus:]
Two steps back is a losing battle
and I don't think it's ever gonna stop
one push back and it's the gallows
one snap they call it suicide by cop.
Another old man in the same dead age
another blank s***e on an empty page
"the future is unwritten" yeah it's all the rage
but ain't no one writing s*** in this f****** cage
except marks on a wall as days pass by
we chip away until we die
our legacies these b***** lullabies.
Two thousand and eight another b**mer
not a sound from the encumbered numbers
no not a peep 'cos the scars run deep
so awash in grief we escape to slumber
who can sleep in these beds they made?
good f****** joke short sheet a shallow grave
alarm clock ringing bring the dead.