It's not enough to say you're sorry It's not enough to say you care. The flowers that you sent were lovely, But they won't take root anywhere. Why I
Fall, kneel and beg Crying and blind Just try harder And you will find the way to everlasting sight Don't take this light away It never did you any harm
crushed their patriots Dead, the hate we sent them so many years ago Returned to haunt them, leads us against the foe With our fire their land, our fire
Relax, just sit back and absorb Make sure you've got all that you can't afford Listen for your cue (Listen for your cue) To help you deal with the shame
[Often in the process of electing political officials, the voices and ideas of candidates other than those offered by the two major political parties
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
"broadcast. talking words. real words. painful words. makes you look so cheap. you can't stand on your own. and i have ceased to care. digging. digging
So here?s the door I changed the lock and time Ten minutes past I love you (Gotta fight the urge to start again) Despite the cost or rhyme We lose and
shackles kill but look so lovely maintain reputation squeezed to fit the mold she's made to living their aesthetics giving freely but dishonor sun peeling
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
I could lie here for a day Tongue tied and out classed Never missing their world That used to be my life And I can't remember What it was That I always
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
the sky pull the trigger released in anger we'll bite off the fingers that feed us your shit prepare for judgment in black masks with hearts of fire
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
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
I create my own I no longer revolve around your resentment I can smell the hatred behind your tearing sneer I am no longer threatened by this judgment
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
[It is the belief of Marx that the personal is dead; that all is the political. Throughout history this can be seen as true; that the choices we make