01 // eviction article

now you’ve thrown your past agreements into the fire and your government’s become a whore for outside interests that now enslave the poor their suffering now stands ignored, pushed out - spat on turn jobs into weapons to make a profit out of blood, sweat and lies free trade sounds easy and so damned harmless until they’re exploited by blind eyes, chewed through - spat out the evil that you feed improves economy for the rich that run your campaign increase the bottom line, your role again defined, out with the old and in with the same time to unmask the devil divide and conquer, kill off and prosper, recite the game that you’ve been sold manifest destiny, your life atrocities, responsibility annulled, pushed out - enslaved when will their wants meet our needs, when will their words match their deeds when will the time come to stand and take it back from their hands the blood is on your hands, life stealing motherxxxxers the constitution burns to ash in front of you, the people know what you are up to your sins will come back on you

02 // last year's nest

discontent in this life as is, our mechanisms deviate rust debrided inspires change, and leaves behind exhausted dreams –ignition engaged- so save your wishes for the sky, diluted and disguised, as a perfect fuel that won¹t ignite but hope will heal us all set to action our forward thought to allocate and stabilize the truth for so long can only hide in shadows of our own design - amend and revise - a wish will leave you empty handed (hope will provide) shun your responsibilities (and lead an empty life) a dream alone will bear no seed (hope is alive) and wishes will leave you dead and buried lost and forgotten with your lives

03 // full color guilt

ideals of beauty set to color in savvy death camp chic the runways turn to gauntlets of disgrace and sickness for your spectacle your piece freeze - her hollow eyes now give you anything dead - she never saw it coming anyway acceptance is the starving girl that you created bleeding your disease for images of tragedy that you take pride in to make her feel ashamed articles will not redeem the dead now lying at your feet you know she doesn’t matter so don’t act so coy she’s starving for you did you even notice what you took

04 // bathory's sainthood real windows lyrics

do you feel alive now that you own the dead praying on their corpses, their hearts no longer feel your sainthood is obvious on every starving face your deception's given us a way to separate the poor from their hate, the rich from the stone genuflect away the sins that we've known sure one percent rules, but heaven's made of gold so chalk it up to folly and consequence alone do we really want what we really need a bastard messiah wrapped up in the dream of patriotic clean white washed desire and every time the real war's defined, the trenches are filled to hide battle lines torches to bridges and bridges to torture headlines distort what we see as our borders and what gives us the right to feed with remorse for a god they created a god for the poor, for bathory we're bleeding out the devil hicks in angelic shrouds blasphemy as speaking out we've asked for it for more of the same sad scheme of ghettos created by the power elite, for our minds and souls burning no longer for freedom invoked just more of the same.

05 // dying on principle -- -- lyrics

legislate forget the facts of your drug war casualty so many dead but you wear your morals on your sleeve for all to see and the billboards lie - denial thrives - which is the crime and which is the lie and who defines it policing the oppressed while the real pushers run frantic with their poisons corporate sponsors will see to it that the right product kills us off infection will thrive despite poor intentions supplying the lesser class with their own crucifixion martyrs for your statistics and every death is on your hands designed to stain diseased and bled

06 // handful of redemption real windows lyrics

the sick and tired refrain of everyday is branding itself into you discouragement defined by all the times when everything just falls apart and your skeletons have broken down the door and left you there for dead how do we find a little piece of heaven in our time before we find acceptance when no one understands at this point that a handful of redemption's all we need from remorse to rebirth finding it hard to think that this is really true ask how long should we wait before we take instead of waiting to be free and all, all the fear all the anger falls away all the days that were wasted cut and pasted fall away never walked so tall until that moment when fate and circumstance collide when all it takes is a step that you never saw and burdens fall away

07 // release the dogs real windows lyrics

the sick and tired refrain of everyday is branding itself into you discouragement defined by all the times when everything just falls apart and your skeletons have broken down the door and left you there for dead how do we find a little piece of heaven in our time before we find acceptance when no one understands at this point that a handful of redemption's all we need from remorse to rebirth finding it hard to think that this is really true ask how long should we wait before we take instead of waiting to be free and all, all the fear all the anger falls away all the days that were wasted cut and pasted fall away never walked so tall until that moment when fate and circumstance collide when all it takes is a step that you never saw and burdens fall away

08 // foundations to burn

justify, as if it were our right to say now decide, which liar you trust and which one chose our fate fed in time as a choice we think we’re making it’s the guns that we know vs. the guns we never will when illusions burn where will we be left standing still with the guns that we know vs. the guns we never will pacify, with false hope of safety within never mind that they were never there where could we begin we call upon god for which killing’s permitted, and then brag out loud that our side made the grade we better pray, with this as our position our wrongs don’t come back and burn us down to the ground and what gives us the right to judge without reprisal to strike retaliation and wash our hands of blood and who gave us the crown to claim that we’re divine without needing repentance and drive them into hell

09 // management vs. labor

sacrifice, did it really mean that much to them as it was killing you they’ve locked you out after all that you have done for them you toil yet they profit more save yourself today in tearing down the design that they built with our hands struggle by to feed your kids while theirs grow fat, privileged and disdained they’ve bled you dry until all that’s left of you is sold to build their paradise what have we worked for we’ve been scraping by for all our lives only to find that we’re left behind we’ll own our own time and give you nothing in return our next meal will come from your table so our lives can become something more than what you buy and sell america will be reborn

10 // high wire escape artist

bleed out all empathy this vessel has no spirit left to hold on to lies i’ve lived in full how long can i hold tight with every movement tension binds and denies my true nature the balance has shifted warped sick and twisted grabbing at angels when i fall because i am more than this idol endless recital for all my demons to applaud i am free hide myself from it all while every fear is screaming night into dawn until i find i have to believe them (lies) in order to attain fulfillment i have to succumb to (lies) all my inner fears that tear at me i will never believe them (lies) i’m sick of the weakness that controls me - now that i¹ve fallen - i will not repent

11 // white wedding dress

every day she fears her life will end every time the call rings they are late they never come quite in time to see his fist leave its mark on the side of her disgrace they’ll never charge him anyway and you know it say we can’t get involved today so where’s the choice and who protects her now bruised and battered the blood has stained her gown useless screams for help can’t save her now choices rendered the house is burning down no one will ever understand cause they don’t have to feel his crushing hands and the ears that ignored her screams before are now wondering what she did it for but with a bottle of kerosene she found her freedom and then burned the bastard to the ground and ran the fire will now wash away the blood on her white wedding dress

12 // on in five

force-fed on a hunger strike, tag them dead before you focus in, spoon feed the impact that you leave us with bring denial with a worldwide expansion team brand so deep into our minds that it soon becomes our history and image that’s been marketed well on the assembly line of our lives, shut it down before it ever starts turn on to the weakness we’ve been raised upon (we’ll turn you off again) you’ve written up all the answers we’ve followed them word for word disguised as our own subconscious defining our wrongs and rights no more working on the strings you’ve made us drive the stake into your hardened hearts we’re done begging for the scrapes you throw us we’ll take the truth and our lives investigate and drain us we’ve found you out regaining all the knowledge that you hid, you are no longer needed we¹ll keep our own hearts beating against the pulse that you denied demand it back our lives our minds you stole them, nothing else will quench the hunger that will turn you off and certify that we are free to find our own truth without you this is not a test. this is not a test. yes it has come to this. this is not a test

quelle: boysetsfire.com