Tired and Miserable

one life
one fight
one road
dead end

fucking
scars
no one
can mend

no one can mend

(this song is about my day to day condition)

Yawn Me a River

who will you be
where will you be
what will you be
when you grow up

you gotta dance, dance, dance
dance till ya cant no more
sing, sing, sing
sing this stupid song
but sooner than you think you'll be out to the test
will you give in or make a difference

Never grow up ~ Never give in

(it seems odd to me when I meet activists who are going to school to simply get a job-while there is nothing wrong with this it hurts me that so much potential to dismantle and rebuild the system gets lost in simply becoming a part of it)

No Love Lost

when we met you made me feel like shit
accepting bigotry
you fucking punk rock counterfeit
call her a bitch and wonder why she cries
for the last nine years, that term was followed with a black eye

no love lost
you made your point, but at what cost

one in four woman are sexually assaulted
between the ages of 18 and 24 (this means war)

here I am, in your face, as a friend
education is my means to an end
the words you use the magazines you read
it burns our sisters this fire which you feed

there's no love lost

(a personal song about an aquantance. Certain words strike people in certain ways. Whether or not these are words of hate or violence, these words provoke memories of abuse, violation and insecurities. Intentional or not, the mind relives a snapshot of that slap on the face, that black eye or something much worse. The punk/hardcore scene is certainly not immune to this fucked up world and if the laughter dies a little too quikly the next time you repeat that stupid fucking aids joke you should know why)

Cruelty Free

why can't you see
the direct correlation
between what we eat and violence in society

my choices my diet my body my life
my existence is cruelty free

my existence is cruelty free
my choices are cruelty free
my diet is cruelty free
in total resistance to your society

(this song is about as fucking ridiculus as the whole concept of veganism but in the words of ian mackaye "at least I'm fucking trying, what the fuck have you done?")

Fortune Cookie Bullshit

What a difference a day makes huh?
It's hard to change
The world when you can't get out of bed

I could never
Feel half as defeated as I do right now

I'm tired of fortune cookie bullshit
I'm tired of feeling like I've felt all there is to feel

Fuck. This. World.

(certain things kill motivation, for me (and I'm sure most everyone can agree) work is the first and foremost "work is a dead art"-Thoreau. Other factors such as depression and mood swings come into play as well. This song is just about it being ok to feel like shit in a world of emotional impotance where you can't walk a mile without seeing a prozac ad)

Cut Me Up Again

i can't tell if I'm killing myself
or saving myself from killing myself
in small towns hides this slow suicide
a comforting mundane fucking existence

wish in one hand
but I never got shit in the other

without your familiar face
familiar place familiar days
an empty slate greets empty streets
im fucked I'm torn can't fucking go on

and you just
Cut me up again
When you said you hurt me the last time
I thought you meant you hurt me the last time

Cut me up again

(this song is about experiencing the day to day decay that is nurtured in small towns such as the one I live in. dreams and goals are replaced by pictures in shopping catalogues, state instituted slavery such as the a. lottery and b. police keep the townspeoples a. dreams of maybe someday escaping they're shithole lives in tact and b. off the streets, leaving nowhere to commune other than the two dozen bars where a steady diet of alcohol and tobacco kill your minds amazing potential to see beyond your plight and will (hopefully, you wish) end your existence of menial pay, adopted ignorance and vanilla relationships. The glare of the images on the screen is so bright we never realize the trap we've fallen into. we weren't lied to when we were told we "can do anything we set our minds to", we were, however, when these idols, these gods we worship, do nothing but rack up a credit card bill you can't pay for these things your too conditioned to realize you never needed anyway. Any original personality, thoughtfulness or community are supplemented by vicious power games fueled by our media-induced low self esteem as well as matt damons and Christina agulera's. the side effect being abuse to our friends, loved one's and families due to this endless chase of tails to please these fuckers)