Lab rat



no open arms just an open mouth
i guess im supposed to prove myself
you've been here and there and i don't care
but with any response i draw a stare
not gonna feel like your lab rat
in a rut again, they'll offer you twenty
when they know you cant payback ten
subtract the interest from your worth
they cuffed you to your job at birth
not gonna feel like your lab rat
im sick of this tease and flirt
sick of boring snobs in skirts
time to hit the bricks and have a laugh
so don't show unless youve got some class
im not gonna feel like your lab rat

Live for now

i see you everday on your way home from work your feeling run down in your slacks and company shirt rotting in a cubical thats 5x4 i can't stand this fucking job anymore a mindless puppet staring at the screen so all this is the american dream a ten hour day and a six day week you've got no life, you let them control you fuck the future live for now who can you say there will be a tomorrow with forty years gone what do you have left? you lost all respect through corporate theft you lent them your mind and they sold your soul your life is a waste now, you're just another prole it's never too late so just remember you're not a person to them, your just a number you don't need the boss, the boss needs you tell him to fuck off your time is through

Living dead



hungry from the pain nothing in your brain
alive again from the acid rain
crawl out of the sewer drain
we're animated skeletons
it's everyday life that keeps us zombified
we build out own doomsday
looking for some fun with eyes for everyone
gotta break out of this daze
cause we're the living dead
eat what you've fed, working living dead
go home to your box
lying in the dark, you know you played the part
you broke your back if you can't walk away
wish you could live it up
born spoon in mouth but i guess you're stuck
it's a great time to be buried alive
will you dig your way out?
you're living dead
and if these dead walk
these gravestone blocks
the survivors might see the night
that they lose their life
and they'll be the living dead

Mind bomb



You'll listen if I shout
Who cares what it's about?
Another thing that I don't need
Your bible's my record sleeve
I'm in your ear, then out your mouth
Mind bomb, the next is you
Rolls off your tongue, an easy out
Mind bomb, the next is you
On a site to check the scene
Is what you say still what you mean?
Selling cream for teenage jean
They're all still IDLE THREATS
Cause if a brick's been thrown
I haven't seen
It's in your head and out your mouth
Mind bomb, the next is you
Rolls off your tongue, but what are you about?
Mind bomb, the next is you.
Flags wave above a stagnant dream
There's ugly faces and patched fatigues
Don't mess around, We've got it,
nothing left to explore
Do you feel the same thing now that you did before?
Did it already get you?

Money, lies and real estate

filthy, fucking landlords, apartments up for rent
cheating, lying, swindling tenants of their every cent
paying them for housing, you need somewhere to sleep
they're concerned with nothing but their profit property
money, lie and real estate are so easy to conceal
who are they gonna answer to they're taking all we're worth
just scumbags and parasites, they're renting out the earth
living off your misery and they don't give a fuck
you payed your rent your money's spent and now you're fucking stuck
money, lies and real estate, or whatever they can steal
people put their trust in others hoping for the best
then they're getting ripped off by the people who infest this system
and society and plague it with their lies conmen in disguise
don't care about conditions, there's a slum here for a price
sign on the line right here because they know you have no choice
filthy fucking landlords are just conmen in disguise
conmen in disguise
money, lies conmen in disguise

My neighbours

I don't really care if you call me a fag
I've known fags who are better men than you
And I know you're not measured by what you're called
You're measured by what you do

So what's the difference to you? It's not your life
Mild mannered by day, a stupid fuck by night

You're clever and in control of situations you provoke
I can hear you laughing at punch lines
But I didn't hear a joke

No cardinal sin



Ten of two on L.S.D
Eyes are peeled till no tick short of three
My lips whisprer to the cross in hand
Are there no ears listening
cold drafts slip past the pane cracks
But what will day break the clean slate bring?
in stores a host of misplaced trust im sure
Another sunrise won't chance a thing
So tell me no truth obscured
Its scandels, as you've heard
But exposures best im sure
All we afford is forgiveness
im not here to hear the truth
I'll shut this screen and leave the booth
Mom's the word son he made you gag
Said yo''re the youngest he's ever had
no filth or flaw do my eyes see
Go add some bdeads to your rosary
Yours ins forgiven now that weve met
And past this booth we both forget
Dont tell me just name your price for silence
Thats my advice dont dirty the face of christ
No Cardinal Sin

On the clock



buzzing blaring through my skull
the sun is up but i can't tell
sneak the covers down my nose
eyes are sore gotta keep 'em closed
call in, no i've gotta go
its quarter past the buzz was slow
on the clock
down vacant walks i trudge and stumble
can collector catch me mumble
this stupid job won't pay it's dues
gotta cuff their stuff for gain
cause minimum wage isn't much to lose
bussing blaring through your skull
the turnover rat is high in hell
pass the torch back and forth
sorry mom, but i quit that job

Out in the dark

last Seems like so many nights
Get your bust while dusk kills the light
Go ahead and swill two in the back
Looking down on a Cadillac
Catch the headliners first note
Have a drink on someone you know
Stroke of midnight your friends turn a blur
Life seems like shit,
all you think of is her and...

I'm out in the dark

The corner clock on the walk strikes four
It's quarter of five when
I fall through the door

I'm out in the dark

Anything you want, or anything you need
So go and sniff your way around
Cause it's getting hard to see
The smoke will never clear
And once you're here you'll never leave
And that pounding, spinning, twitching
You should watch what you eat!

Looks like a red sky tonight
To twenty eyes it's a familiar sight
Crawl in the sack at sunrise on the mark
Now I want blood cause when I wake
Again it starts

Pass the time



Raced for months in circles don't know where to go
So nauseus nobody's near me, antisocial
Ahead I catch my breat and again im behind
It somehow works itself out in the back of my mind
4..3..2.. First to First, womb to hearse get by
Is there nothing you want worse than to pass the time?
Am I stubborn, selfish or scared of stability
Part of a rotten useless, unprouctive minority
(all this thought to resposobilities,
redundent schedules carved in 30 years mortages
for a finaced wife some to buy kids,
whats in your waller, where do I sign up)
4..3..2 first to first, womb to hearse get by
Is there nothing you want worse then to pass the time?