LYRICSAngst in G (or Generation X Song of Angst in the Key of G) (Hasmuk) I feel so alone Even though you're here I never [something] [something] [something] [something] And I... Will feel alone I am alone, I am no one Drive it into my soul I try to be cool But sometimes I'm not I try to find my way But then I'm lost[?] I'm chokin', I'm drowning I'm begging for friends And I... Still feel alone [huh?] [double huh?] And I... Will feel alone * Bedroom (Hasmuk) Indecipherable. We only played it once live. Call to Arms (Hasmuk) The moral majority (is neither) Holier than thou (motherfuckers) On the wall is written (their hypocrisy) Your self-righteousness (forced upon me) Your lifestyle (has offended them) Your immoral choices (nothing but sin) You must concede (to their philosophies) Or be chastised (for what you believe) (Look) At the atrocities (Hear) Oppression in their words (Feel) The pain of mental slavery (Go) A call to arms * Changing Rules (Hasmuk) I don't even think I have a copy of this song anymore. * Cost (Hasmuk) I have no idea what he's saying Fear and Hate (In God's Name) (Hasmuk) You stand arm in arm with those that I abhor And claim you're saving souls, and saving lives, and more Accomplices of yours, the ones you stand beside Self-absorbed hate-mongers, one day you'll be tried Fear, Hate You preach fear and hate in God's name You fucking hypocrites, you're both the same You take my God and you distort his grace Bigots and homophobes are sinners you embrace To serve your needs, you would welcome Godless fools To help you spread your views like fucking mindless tools You use the holy Bible just to suit your needs And fabricate your lies to justify your greed Save yourselves before you go and cast your blame 'Cause there's no fear, and there's no hate in my God's name * Fires No More (Hasmuk) Names and reasons never matter Neither mean a thing Couldn't even justify This is why I lay Fires no more, fires no more Flame has doused my brain [something] that burns, burns so bright [something else] Been up all night drinkin' Waiting patiently for dawn [something about depression] Torment lingers on All my life I gave away It all belonged to her Who'd have thought a memory burned [something about things that were] Flame that burns so brightly So quickly wears away Light so bright it blinded me [something about golden day? roll in the hay? E-bay!?] * Forcefeed (Hasmuk) Suffocate, eradicate, and desecrate my life [something] You see me You know Forcefeed me Then go * Game (Hasmuk) There was a time, times few and blue Portraits of aging, stories of truth Times when affection meant something to me Thoughts were discovered, turning a key Laughing and crying were part of the game Emotions weren't closed, life wasn't restrained And now things are different, yet somehow the same You'll find all the answers by playing the game The wolves are hungry, the winds will still blow Those devils are rising and you're still below We're creeping through stillness and none of us sleep Their bones are still cracking as we swim through the deep The aged are coming, how quickly you'll see The balance is leaving, so where will we be? The world it keeps turning She's spinning in time If I knew the source Then you would all be mine Inferior (Hasmuk) Storms of the mind, outside and in Living in truth, living in sin Daybreak brings light, signs of control Gaining new knowledge fills in the hole Culture is God, some would have you think Charge undefined drives you to the brink Ignorance bliss? The fact still remains It all but consumes that which is sane Come down from your horse, Come off of your throne I've seen your glass panes, Stop casting your stones If you live your life, In your own style We might get through it for a while Abstention from feelings weighs heavy on souls Leaving dreams to become unattainable goals Opinions of many, the refuge of few Escape from society is what we do The void simply grows, the bridges burn fast Until no ties remain, relations swept past The choices we've made will always exist Decisions you'd have will never subsist (Too much time) is wasted on foolish debate (Too many times) love falls to meaningless hate (Too few are) the times we hold true to our creed (Too often) we quit before we should even concede Inferior Ladder (Hasmuk) Please, mister, don't forget the way you came One, two, or three, they won't be around to help you Your problems, they're your own now Riding in on pumpkin carriages I'll help you, yes, I will Help you find your way home Walk with me, just a bit Talk to me, if you dare Lines are drawn, hands are dealt Listen to my story, and we'll climb Help you, yes, I will Help you find your way Come if you like, down to the shore Look for the truth, remember the past Others have been here, as well Were we not brothers? I just don't know It does get mystified, or so it would seem Simplicity will take us From seeds to stems, don't quite remember We shall climb, we shall climb Climb with me October (Hasmuk) A night that I'll always remember A journey I'm thankful that I made Experience that only made me better When I came upon the hunter and the jade One of the Rest (Hasmuk) Oh, what have they done to you, where have you gone? Misplaced your identity you held for so long So what has become of the person of the past? Been rested some time now, replaced by a mask You follow like sheep, being herded along Afraid to resist, cause they might say it's wrong You used to be yourself, and that's when you're best Now you're just one of the rest You do what they do, and you go where they go Lost all your direction, you drift with the flow No feelings or thoughts of your own do you keep You've thrown them away to be one in the heap But one day, and real soon, it won't be too long You'll look for your shepherds, and they'll all be gone And what will you do when those that you've mined Leave you and your flock in the cold, and behind * Opposition (Hasmuk) A torch is lit, too huge to fit Buckets of frustation poured onto it Dime bag of shame, anger's to blame Sprouts from the depths to complex to explain This we know, on we go Opposition will be pushed below Enter violence and such, a parade towards the touch And the urge to draw red has become too much In this shed of our time, cleansed from the grime Stands a forest of honesty sharp and sublime * Outraged (Hasmuk) I am tired and all alone now, looking out my fuckin' door No mercy has my soul tonight, like all the times before Stinging of my blurried eyes, straining of my tongue Outlet soothes my senses, our fellowship is done Outraged...my thoughts are carried away Outraged...my mind forgets today Not so trivial, a simple spin of fate's wheel What we can't beg or borrow, we're goin' to fuckin' steal Another disappointment again has come my way [something something] quench my thirst, heard most every day If you're not outraged, you're not paying attention If you're not outraged, you need a new direction Role Model (Standridge) Nigga this. Gansta that. Who gives a fuck about a punk with a gat? Fancy that. You took a life. Who gives a fuck about the bitch he called a wife? Bust a cap in your brother, just another motherfucker down Paint yourself hard, homicidal circus clown Why you gotta be like that? Pull a gun to stop a glance You gotta realize that you ain't got a second chance Paralyzed, hospitalized, more than likely dead What the fuck did you expect? You got a bullet in the head! What about the younger generation come to join the crew? How do you spell unity, when it's down to him or you? You ain't a role model...You got that right But why should I give a fuck when you refuse to see the light? It's hard to give a fuck about a punk bitch or a sucker When you hide behind a nine to be a tough motherfucker Punk motherfucker Punk motherfucker You down with OPP? Who gives a fuck? If you're down with some at all, then she's stupid or it's luck Why you disrespectin' girls that you don't even know? How can you blame her for her anger when you call the girl a ho? Maybe if you'd open your eyes, use your fuckin' head Then you wouldn't end up layin' face down in the gutter dead If you gave a fuck it'd be like the blind leadin' the blind But you'd rather pull your gat than try to use your fuckin' mind Go on and tell me it's a black thing, I wouldn't understand Rollin' down Compton with a 40 in my hand Ready for the static with a Glock automatic Or a shotgun; and it's not fun When you're caught up in the sights Of the fuckin' black and whites and you can't run Thought you were hard, cause you were packin heat Now you're packin shit with a chain around your feet Now you're fucked, cause it just ain't cool Doin' 99 to life before you finish high school Think you're so bad, you fuckin' wanna-be bitch That the sight of yourself'd make your trigger finger itch You better check yourself; get this straight It's up to you to stop the hate Livin' in fear by your own accord But if you live by the sword, you die by the sword Simple Walk (Hasmuk) And now he tries to get up from his seat for a walk Among his friends he'd rather be so they can talk But the strain of frustration's spinning round in his head And the time he lost, he found in here instead And a walk of jealousy is still a simple walk Better take some time to reflect, time to talk So what if others stare, so what if they gawk Cause a walk of jealousy is still a simple walk And now the tension that he feels inside won't go He hides his face so that others just won't know And while the temperature rises high inside his veins So does the envy as his rival only gains Like a fruit from the vine he took his pick But sour grapes have a way of making you sick Spilt milk now, water under the bridge And the anger that he feels won't change the things he did Soapbox (Hasmuk) I've got no time for narrow minds Earn respect by being color blind Not blind to the colors in which we dress Blind to the colors of a man's flesh Yeah, it's easy to see that we're not the same But skin color's no reason to point fingers of blame Too many people use race to judge equality But no race is inferior to me If you're black you're a nigger If you're Asian, a chink If you're a Jew, you're a kike That's what some punks think Hispanics are spics, Italians are wops How long will it be till all this bullshit stops? I can live my life the way I am And still respect my brothers and sisters from foreign lands Our language is different, and we do not look alike Who the hell says that's a cause for a fight? But some dumb motherfuckers refuse to see We all should just live in racial harmony Their minds always draggin' three steps behind Refusin' to see that their lives are led blind Let me tell you what I'd like to do Just calmly sit down and talk a minute or two If that doesn't work, then instead I'll throw 'em down on the ground and start kickin' 'em in their racist (fuckin') heads * WAS I? (Hasmuk, Standridge) Why are you such a fucking stick? A player being played? With horseshoes, hands, and clover wreaths Are belly of a maid When guns are badly heated Do states heed silly yearning Thus stretch the pie of eaten grief The grief of snakes now burning Was I? Am I? Are we not the same? Only twice can you curse me, and then escape the blame Then comfort from your chair you seek Ten tunes will make you dance Soon knights of night will call to you Far from your eager trance How soft your statue bleeds for me This cycle plans your trip Coat and coat again your eyes And skin its crimson lip I know the candle melts away And rays will quickly shine The fortress you have built inside Makes drier for our wine If tiles fall together Then wars will shock and rake For shoes of gods will crush our heads Like glass we all shall ache Back |