YOUR CHOICE

A long time ago I made a choice

to live by my own rules

to do my best to stay off the path

tread by complacent fools

by inadvertent accident

or calculated design

my life will take

my destiny's still mine

When you decide to live

wild and free

the battle's halfway won

the most important steps occur

before the fights begun

At times I ask myself

is it really worth the pain?

the trials of daily living

the doubts that echo my brain

but a life without adversity

is a life of living death

I'll stand tall in the face of all of them

until I draw my final breath

It's a life full of pitfalls

and a lot of nagging doubt

but to give in and die quietly

is the easy fucking out

I'd rather go out fighting

than to slowly fade away

suffocating in a world of death

getting weaker by the day

TRASH

A mind filled with venom

and a mouthful of shit

your empty life makes you resent

anyone who deviates a bit

from your present ideas

of how their lives should be

your jealous spiteful envy is obvious to see

Your spiteful barbs betray

the envy you must feel

of anyone who's truly alive

who's existence is for real

All the shit you talk

will come back to you you'll see

it's your own fault your life's a wreck

don't take it out on me

you won't drag me down

your self pity's all your own

live your empty punk rock fantasy

leave me the fuck alone

If all the effort spent

to make others look like shit

was directed at your own life

you's make something of it

BACK FROM THE DEAD

They were gone but now they're back

their greed makes up

for the sincerity that they lack

if Green Day can do it so can we

we'll strike it big just wait and see

Back from the dead

to make a quick buck

you're a sucker if you think

that they actually give a fuck

their business sense

is matched by their audacity

their fucking bold faced gall

to cash in on our scene

They think we're fucking sheep

who'll pay to see their every move

but we're not mindless consumers

and that's what we've got to prove

How stupid do you think we are

do you really think we're blind

a naive target market

with a credit card and no mind

DYING EVERY DAY

I'm so fucking sick

of dying every day

bit by bit eroding

in a million little ways

days spent chasing paychecks

like fleeting half-glimpsed ghosts

but the resignation it induces

is what I hate the most

Every time I think I'm winning

I always seem to lose

run frantically down blind alleys

no matter what I choose

Each night as I climb

exhausted into bed

I've won another battle

with the war inside my head

but I tell myself with confidence

with hope that's paper thin

that if I keep fighting

maybe I'll win

Daily life is a battle

with forces that conspire

to turn life into a long bleak

stretch of unfulfilled desire

SKY RAPE

With every drag that you take

the filthy stench that you create

a habit with no end in sight

that you're so afraid to break

another cough that you repress

cause by the prescription for your stress

your smoke filled reality has

out you into distress

A gradual suffocation

from your cancerous recreation

your feeling so much alienation

so enhance it with this degredation

A dog fights for his breath

a rabbit struggles in distress

"only 20 more packs to smoke

then we'll be done with our test"

your habit due to frustration

helps get you through the day

but the torture they're inflicting is caused

by your smoky haze

A IS FOR...

A sign of liberation

A symbol of your frustration

but all meaning becomes lost

when it's used for categorization

A is for asshole - you know the kind

a forty ounce in hand in place of a mind

circle "A's" adorn every scrap of

clothes he wears

weekend warrior fuck all's what he cares

An empty useless slogan

a fashion to adopt

you haven't a fucking clue

of what freedom really means

A is for anarchist- the kind that I despise

with slogans that are as empty

as the space between his eyes

A is for apathy- the kind that is displayed

political ideology from

a record that you've played

Personal interpretation

only goes so fucking far

when it comes down to your own freedom

you don't fucking care

all you really want

is an excuse to fucking drink

is it really too much to fucking expect

that you'd actually think

GOSPEL FUCKER

Your brainwashed mind

won't let you accept

your denial of life

makes you completely inept

for the promise of an afterlife

you'll do anything

sacrifice your life

for what heaven will bring

Mindless thoughtless

pointless lifeless

Take away your mind

and replace it with a myth

eternal lifes reward

is what you'll justify it with

spread lies and ignorance

like and infectious disease

for a sullen jealous god

you'll do anything to please

For every third world child

who's fed a million lies

I'll burn your fucking church down

because it's what I most despise

for every person that you've

got the nerve to harass

I'll take your fucking bible

and I'll shove it up your ass

CIRCLE THE WAGONS

Slaughtered, sold, tucked away

history that remains unknown

herded like cattle, beaten and raped

pictures of our past that we're never shown

"savages" whose lives were pawned

for the home of the fucking free

the cause of their extinction

is the truth we'll never see

offering guns and alcohol

in "exchange" for land

then forcing them to leave

colonization is just a pseudonym

for their legacy of killing

A CONVENIENT EXCUSE FOR STUPIDITY

The meaning that this all once had

has slowly been bled away

a convenient excuse for stupidity

it gets more pointless every day

a bunch of fucking clowns

with an attitude that's lame

so "sod you, mate" and

"piss off you cunt"

go back from where you came

a lifestyle and ideology

lays gutted, devoid of life

throttled by hands that sought

to achieve fame from others strife

You've taken it all

and twisted it around

to fit your fucked up needs

bastardized our way of life

turned it into a way of greed

LIVING DEATH

What the fuck are you supposed to do

when you've taken the shit they've dealt you

you'll do anything to relieve the pain

and anger that you've felt

but instead of understanding

that they might be hurting you

they knock you down and make it so

you're fucked up through and through

Lock you up for however long

it takes to make you well

regardless of the fact that they're

prolonging your living hell

Everything you say or do

is wrong in their fucking eyes

they won't allow you anything

until you agree with their fucking lies

Your brain will tell you one thing

while they tell you it's not

true your sanity is slipping

because of how they're fucking with you

THINK IT THROUGH

Watching your life whither away

your aspirations as well

I'm not trying to say

what's wrong or right

nor am I telling you what to do

but when it comes to getting

fucked up every night

you might want to think it through

escaping reality is your intention

but the drug has become your cell

Don't tell me you've got a handle

on what's got a hold of you

for the minimal times I find you straight

tell me that's just not true

So you do it every now and then

or at least that's what you say

MUST WE DIVIDE

What's really more important

whether we're free

or if we change our hair

if so and so likes crust bands

or if we have common views to share

Why must we divide

must we sever all our ties

Does it improve our state of living

or make our lives more free

if we concern ourselves

with surface shit

based only on what we see

When we refuse

to dig any deeper

to go beyond

what meets the eye

we destroy our future possibilities

of escaping the societal lie