Life is filled with irony, anons. The dominos are starting to fall.
If your life worth more than 1 gwei?
What's your biggest regret? How much money is time worth? What's in the pool can swim a very long distance, if it just takes its time. Calm. Measured. One man's rotten is another man's gold-mine. Once something begins, can it ever be truly stopped? Inertia is power.
If you could turn it all around, would you? What is expensive in the eyes of someone paying four hundred times that cost for pitiful results?
Think back on the historic runs of greed. Yesterday, someone bought well over a thousand dollars of this for 3 gwei. Does he know something you don't know? Did he already succumb, on day one?
Choose wisely, for yesterday was just one raindrop in an impending flood.
You cannot stop us. Once the dominos fall, it's all over.
yeah I'm stealing cigarettes selling them off to friends for rent plus a pay check and still in debt? i'm asking how could it be?! i know they know I'm beneath them even homeless assholes know my name now it's "urban flight" or cell for the night y'know it's all the same one can tell themselves about when "going gets rough" determination just ain't enough when your over-time defines your life tradition tells use home own but the time card's saying no go now the suits are talking foreclose from sea to shining sea time was a war time economy was a silver lining to tragedy but even those with homes are now those alone in the land of the free i asked for nothing and I got it in spades worked for a living and I earned a cage they say I look old for my age
what are you gonna do when someone waves a battle flag? untie your hands or crawl into a body bag? what do you do when you hear the call, you're standing with your back against the wall. i'd like to think i'd never raise a fist but i ain't never been put to the test and i can blame the patriot for being blindly lead, but do we live the violence or the violence we've inherited
blackened and blue you watch another turn the screw going on and on and on
i know it's dumb, when i was seventeen i thought about my place in history and was there anything worth frightening for and would i ever have to live through war. and i won't blame the rebel for removing his own chains. and i think a time may come when i may just have to do the same.
you had a hold of me somehow shut the door and i ain't coming out that was then and this is now and yeah the words they pour like wine cause i never had a chance to say what exactly what was on my mind the world keeps turning and i think it's leaving you behind and i won't accept pain as a cause for staying blind and i only want to live to be a thorn twisting in your side
so take it from me there's no answer in your church, we're going down in flames, put you on a red alert you're trying to win a race while i'm spitting in your face cause i don't want ot live any other way
so concerned that we're heading down a spiral of doom but all you ever think about is the boardroom but if salvation never showed it might be too soon i not looking for the answers i'm just looking for a paycheck i hope you watch while i light the match and i hope it keeps on burning day in day out i'm lucky if i get a couple of laughs and all i'm looking forward to is a nightcap call it spite and fuck your pity pretty boy try living in this world sometime
i guess I don't know what it's like, you were looking for a fight tonight how can I explain my situation, convey all the frustration when confusion and contradiction's all I find i gotta know, if I may be so bold are there things you don't already know? and I can't stand it when you look at me that way it's like you don't hear a word I say i guess the time has come and gone for me to give a fuck about right or wrong why should I justify my actions to narrow-minded factions why care, why try, why waste the time? will the barriers breakdown? 'cause I'm hoping that you'll come around miscommunication confounds the meanings inside there'll always be a new crowd of finger pointing big mouths you may be one of them now, but they'll devour you in time
So tired of looking at the front page, Watching actors on the news And I can't stand this anymore, If I ever could before, This culture's become deformed Just like a child with a toothache We take our candy with a grin. Before we notice the decay We're doubled over from the pain, And some of us still want more And a moment to reflect. Now watch the vulture's hungry eyes Feed on our lives Till nothing else remainds Just a shell of what we had, Another cruel indifferent fad, And no one to take the blame Time's ticking on the worth of a stranger Yeah, I'm waiting on the next one too. Entertained by other's misery Do we care? I doubt it, Can't live without it We laugh while others lose
We are the force to bring another day We are the order in the disarray We are forgiveness and we are love We are the sword and we are the dove And if this thing stops breathing And if this thing blew up today We did it our way The chain reaction is the only truth We push and pull but always stay in place We set our course, now we're just passing through We bred the worst and and so the worst comes true And if this thing stopped turning We wouldn't notice anyway We'll fan it while it's burning Then look for something else to blame We'll take what's left and we'll sell it As little souveneirs, of what before was here You know once we've done it we'll do it again It all starts over, suspicion and an eye for an eye We notice difference and vanity starts setting in Then arrogance, and we're all to pretty to die
Just and empty shell with faded tattoos And everything's just a memory And every day is just a passing of time You used to be a time bomb
Did you notice when the lights started to go out Welcome it with a smile and your arms out And now it's all so much easier Bury yourself in banality and comfort Never waking for a moment
We are alive And just like the sun will kill the night We bring the change to something new Cuz we know change threatens you And there's nothing left of you to save And each step forward that you take Is just one closer to the grave
You let the years go by, an endless parade As meaningless as the promises you've made And you'll wonder where it all went When the last of your effort is spent And you're still left hollow
Will you watch all your life from the outside Will you march to then end placid and paralyzed Or will you take it in one shot without a chaser And let go
fuck the banks i've heard them say but then someone has to cash this check a third goes to the government and then half goes down to rent and then what's left seems like a gift it nearly brings tears to these eyes cause there's folks in d.c. that sleep in satin sheets and say my value's recognized
could this be the freedom that mother spoke of at home? didn't life guarantee me anything besides overtime for low-interest loans? i want to tear this fucker down
you know it seems like it's all "isms" now and which ones you take stock in but i can't help thinking this cheated feeling's universal when we're all clocked in and i want to raise cain when the patriots say "take pride in the joys of home" i wonder if they think their congressmen know what it's like to have collection agents on the phone
am i one of the "traitors" that my brother railed on at home? cause if i am than cheers to them cause at least i know i'm not alone i want to tear this fucker down
life's the image of a tightening screw it keeps on turning till it breaks you
i'm not the one to talk for hours about the wars that we're losing can't pretend to not see all the flesh that we're bruising stand to the back, simple as that, another boring day
death don't mean a thing if we don't see whose dying a little piece of mind for anyone who's buying leave it alone, return to your homes, try to forget that
daylight goes black and others bear the rain on their backs your enemies are nothing like you and peace has a price for those who lose
we've never learned our lesson cause we've never had to swept under the rug just like a piece of bad news time after time, pockets are lined, and we answer the call
we hardly notice how
we're racing like a roller coaster hanging like a puppet on a string dancing to the same old tune yeah we dance, we laugh, we kill, and we sing
god damn
don't look up from what your doing let the world give you the slip don't be late for church on sunday because ignorance is bliss
Fill those glasses high and maybe we can drop out For just a little while a temporary cop out I don't want to wait until the end To find out how we end up
I've got nothing but a glance and a crooked smile How many are there on my side, yeah Tired of running away and running out of things to say Bloody knuckle hands Measuring the will and the life span
I stood silent 'cause the words were just show Fear of knowing that there's more you don't know Ends that come from beginnings gone wrong The short fuse burning that's been lit for too long
Push my fears aside, I'll take it on the chin now Kill that foolish pride and answer with a grin now I don't wanna wait until we're dead To find out how we end up
I've got nothing but a glance and a crooked smile How many are there on my side, yeah Tired of running away and running out of things to say Watch behind my back Separate the bait from the trap now
I stood silent 'cause the words were just show Fear of knowing that there's more you don't know Ends that come from beginnings gone wrong The short fuse burning that's been lit for too long
Watch while the biggest voices (They're saying nothing new) drown by their own choices (They're saying nothing new)
What could be more brave Than dancing on you own grave?
he was preaching at the bus stop, he was drunk, drunk on mouthwash, talkin' shit he asked for a cigarette i gave him a mint a lady asked will the six be soon he asked her if she'd like to take a trip to the moon his sarcasm reeked of loneliness
and i know i hated him through the snow i could see a reflection fragile is the hell we make for ourselves when we acknowledge that the spotlight's on.
he was getting more obnoxious and he wouldn't quit even though our faces read you're full of shit and then she split for another stop he asked for a smoke again and he was pissed i said no he made a fist so i pulled out my dick "try smoking this" so similar it was killing me, so full of shit at only 15.
fragile is the hell we make for ourselves when we acknowledge that the spotlight's on. he was me in high school, a stereo-type, a well-trained tool but since then i've learned that all clowns aren't fools
but if the me of then could see me now, i'm sure he wouldn't listen up anyhow he'd say "i knew you when you used to matter" but i've known him since he wasn't so easily flattered
We were raised to be just what we are in case you didn't know If I offered up to you some proof would you let your anger show Or would you let your mind to sleep kept warm by simple novelties A history that's really not your own Is freedom just a privilege of hatred guaranteed Is compassion just a second thought of hope brought to it's knees Can dignity see fit to work past all it doesn't want to see? Seven guns for degradation Three cheers for cruel tradition Red, white and black eyes forever Somewhere south of respect tonight This tension's wrapped up nice and tight The static's felt but never makes a sound A man finds nothing left to eat Another sells his body for a place to sleep As klansmen flood a conference hall downtown This T.V. has the answers, let fashion have your eyes This job is your achievement, this bible your pride Can dignity see fit to try and fix what it knows fear can't hide Seven guns for degradation Three cheers for cruel tradition Red, white and black eyes forever I think of a story my father told me about a fella he knew in the army The pentagon traded him checks for both his legs "Fuck the States" was the last thing father heard he had said Still it's said that this war was won Well, I refuse to be another dead nation's bastard son I have eyes that see, I have a mind that thinks I have a mouth that speaks and god damn it will Beacause I've had enough of all this shit about "making do" "Playing ball" "the way things are" and "dealing with it" Mixing pop and politics, he asks me what the use is I'm not into making excuses And I'll die the day I find I'm fucking useless
It's all wrinkled elbow shirts and poker faces on this bus Back to a nitch dug just like a ditch in this city's weathered crust but there's something about this city's gray that seems to say all there is to say Riddled with regiment, vindictive intent Faking loyalty and getting paid Fuck them all She keeps the variety section and then gives the rest to me She says she remembers when buses were nicer "There's no dignity in plastic seats" But there's something about the way she said "The only good boss is one that's dead" These broad shoulders giggled all over the bus And work ethics crumbled into "them and us" Fuck them all And all these specters of the work place Turned from effigy into reality And yeah I wish it was that simple To think a belly laugh is really all we need But it's the slow decay of the day to day That says take your pay check, accept your place and fade away but there was dignity in plastic seats that day
You like to stand on the other side Point and laugh so self-satisfied Lines drawn so plain and clear to you So plain and clear they distort your view Won't be ashamed of the things I've done Live for myself I can't march to your drum You were lost to me long ago Tried to get past your self righteousness But you kept me below
I am not unforgiving But I won't take the fall Let the ashes surround us I am not gonna crawl through Broken glass and razor wire I don't care if yesterday burns Stoke up the fire
It's like a shot when you realize Destroying yourself is not a compromise Cut off your nose to spite your face There are some things in life That time can't erase, you know We all choose paths that we know are wrong And live with ourselves When the meaning is gone It could be you, me, anyone But I don't need to feel another's under my thumb
In spite of the things you've done, you're left with an army of one In spite of the things you do, there'll be no one left there with you In spite of the things you want, you will get what you're due
A vague expression and a silent motive To take this shithole by the fucking throat And then it's on our hands And that's how a new world began A passing phrase of quiet indignation A molotov to start the conflagration Till we've lost our voice we'll make a joyful noise A penny for your treason Is worth a thousand more of hollow freedom The world is feeling twice as cold today And there's no more disguising it's decay All this shit I gotta believe it was an accident A random chance Ignorance, intolerance abounding How could this be a part of any greater plan A new discussion of an age old question An age old method towards a new direction When the goings tough We'll bite the hand that feeds Break the fist that abuses Be the voice of truth in a world so truthless And juvenile, a stab in the back with a smile
Wasn't all that long ago When our future seemed like a massive stone Too weak then to lift it Maybe not the brightest bulb But so quickly dismissed it That if you blinked you'd have missed it Left behind and lost the will to try Disengaged and blamed for their mistakes
You face the world with open hands But you were left out of their plans You hope you fit the fucking mold A perfect image to uphold Stay with the plan and never stray Or else get lost along the way And you will fall out, fall out
There's no room for another way And you learn that every single day 'Till you almost believe it And they put you right there in your place 'Till you spit it back in their fucking face Try to make you a martyr They keep on pushing 'Till you push back harder
Branded by the ones above As a hand that doesn't fit the glove Your chances are wasted All they have are some hollow rules And a smokescreen there to keep you fooled They're nothing without it
Not so jumpy now, downtown No talk of concerns or fear We'll just hand over all our tax money Then bitch about nothing but the price of cable and beer. Oh, how easy it is sometimes To get lost in these party lines Are we cops of the free even overseas Or this 'them and us' mentality ruin our eyes.
We're the land of the free trial membership to crap Where adults can't find world powers on a map Where leaders run free with absconded power Where a flag costs more than you make in an hour Where I stand with so many but we're told we're alone Where I work for a living but I never feel at home.
I watched the way you hung your head in shame What were you thinking when you took the bait Couldn't see quite clearly through those stars in your eyes You burnt your fingers on the prize You're on the spot now why aren't you answering I can remember when we thought for the same things It's open and shut now, console yourself somehow I learned so much that afternoon
Yeah pay attention to these Everyday miracles please What makes a bullet fly in a straight line? Why are people so unkind? Why is there pain in my heart? How do they turn trash into heat?
Wall, up against it Got no pull No pull with you Mine, mine alone I think I've earned it Gonna do it right Time, time for posture Time for placement Gonna spread it around I know what matters Yeah, I'll take it Right now
I'll take, I'll take Yeah, I'll take it I'll take credit
