your change is in the wrong pocket

you wrapped all your insecurities inside boxes
check marked labels pleading to be sold an individuality
the company will provide your personality
that's not quite as unique as you think
as your being sold everything including the kitchen sink
packaged & shipped straight to your instaham feed

these habits, they're obnoxious
we used to fight for the exact opposite
but nothing's really changed besides the dialect
marketing towards a fresh, new audience

it's more of the same are the people to blame?
the one's manipulated to play the game?
assaulted from birth to feel the shame
if they're not sporting designer brand names

it's a trap that keeps you in debt and
yer damn right the banks will collect
on your 40 hour a week plus paycheck
playing on your researched animal instincts

these habits, they're obnoxious
we used to fight for the exact opposite
but nothing's really changed besides the dialect
marketing towards a fresh, new audience

stop looking to the shelves for representation!
stop looking for corporate validation!
sold to every generation!

these habits, they're obnoxious
we used to fight for the exact opposite
but nothing's really changed besides the dialect
marketing towards a fresh, new audience

how megalo can you go?

I don't understand

I don't understand

I don't understand

so you must be wrong

spraying prepacked accusations like bullets from a gun
keeping eyes blind, ears deaf 'til the war is won

I don't understand

I don't understand

I don't understand

so you must be dumb

I'm not your stepping stone so call off the attack
and if i wanted to hear ya talk I'd pull the string on your back
you stroked your ego so hard it's all out of whack
behaviors of a textbook megalomaniac

you don't understand
no, you don't understand
you don't understand
but I understand you

sweat, tears, & blood

keep on spinning that wheel
so hesitant to slam the brakes
they don't care about me
and they don't care about you, oh, it's true
just a few broken eggs in a carton,
tossed side and they'll cut their losses,
hormone stuffed hens in the coop
the genome human noodle soup

we're an endless supply of resources
worker drones for unseen forces
bred for production, growth, consumption
eat, work, sleep, TV compulsion
keep having kids, keep going to work
and keep those thoughts yer having fucking corked!

they got us they pegged, they got our number

 exploited by our weaknesses, by our addictions
they got us pegged, they got our number

lulling us all into a slumber

the microscope revealed
a disease in their hearts and minds
yeah, a virus so sinister and so vile
it's got a taste for human blood
it'll never be sated, it'll never be enough

they want your sweat, tears, & blood

it doesn't care about me
and it doesn't care about you
no,they don't care about me
and they don't care about you

little red

I found my way through the locked doors, baby
gone down corridors pushed the caution tape aside
call me a witness to the rage inside, honey
watched the red balled fury light up the sky

and I know it
'cause I've seen it
with my own two eyes!
I felt it
I lived it
the story is a lie!

it's so clear to me now, now baby
don't feel threatened don't get defensive
the charade is over, you can drop the act, honey
the curtains been drawn on how you really live

and I know it
'cause I've seen it
with my own two eyes!
I felt it
I lived it
the story is a lie!

I've been exposed to your deep, dark secret
there's no going back, we can't go back from this
you're lost in the woods with no end in sight
fatigue washing over and the wolves are closing in
let me show sympathy to another lost soul
'cause believe me when I tell ya, I've been there before
ya, I've been there before

no name, no face

can ya blame us if we had enough of it?
we're sold false hope and our dreams are counterfeit
 
it's a slide ya can't really climb
destination mirage to the enthralled mind
get buried in debt to survive
surrendering your lives to the bestial eye

one by one they plant their seeds
feeding your competitive disease

and no matter how hard ya try it's always out reach
keeping their pets forever hungry

can ya blame us if we had enough of it?
we're sold false hope and our dreams are counterfeit

blame yer parents,blame yer friends,
you can blame yourself for the misery it brings
controlled desires swayed to meet their ends
no one's exempt they become the next trend

can ya blame us if we had enough of it?
we're sold false hope and our dreams are counterfeit

we drink from the demon's blood
it has no name, it has no face
and as the corruption runs through our veins
we're reborn addicts of consumption

revolution? ha! what a lie!
tune into the station feel like a rebel for a night
dancing on boomer generation graves
dancing on soles of Indonesian slaves

can ya blame us if we had enough of it?
we're sold false hope and our dreams are counterfeit

break free

the alarm is ringing, push the snooze,
roll over, wish it away,
try to remember the dream I had,
forgot I never have any,
the sound echoes in my ear,
I hear it buzzing throughout the day,
can't remember how I got here,
exhaustion blurring memories

this might be the nightmare
I can't wake from
I'm too plugged in,
I want to break free

no such thing as stooping too low,
nothing's off limits when
it comes to crushing my soul,
playing on my anxieties,
can someone tell me? why don't I dream?
locked in the same goddamn routine
why don't I dream?
why don't I dream?

this might be the nightmare
I can't wake from
I'm too plugged in,
I want to break free

this might be the nightmare
I can't escape from
they got me locked up,
I want to break free
cause your world is killin' me

rebel business

I got some money

now I can be a true member of the punk rock scene

I got some money
and now people want to play music with me

I can't unsee
and I can't look past
the irony
participating in a class system
with the people who sing about watching it fall

I guess nothing we do really means anything

you say they don't deserve it
they never put in their time
you say they don't deserve it
have you lost your fucking mind?

is it just me?
I can't look past
the irony
upholding the punk rock hierarchy
are we really promoting seniority?
I guess nothing we do really means anything

I've never wanted to be a politician!
jockeying for position
earning social currency ain't for me
just want people to say what they really mean

but it's business as usual
it's never anything else
it's business as usual
seems like there's no escaping this hell

worry about who has the biggest draw
who's sellin' the most merch
gotta push the product
gotta grow the brand
gonna throw myself at the next big trend

I can't unsee

and I can't look past
the irony
we're just little salesmen taking the stage
yelling "look at me!"
cause nothing we do really means anything
yeah, nothing we do really means anything

and we'll see
and we'll see if there's anything left
and we'll see if there's anything left of me
and we'll see if there's anything left of me
in the end

the nothing man

do ya got an idea
bouncin' off the walls of yer mind?
so hard to catch, we'll wait while you try
ya put everything on hold
well, I'm sick of living on pause!

if you're not gonna go!
get outta the way!
quit being a roadblock!
quit acting like an authority!

if ya have no plan
no course of action
quit being a roadblock
you buried your roots but I'm walkin' free!

why don't you learn to let go?
the control is so suffocating
it's clear you don't know where you are
well, you can stay but I'm movin' on!

you don't have to play captain all your life
(there's no direction, no destination)
yelling in rhythm should be considered a crime
I'm done wasting time waiting on you
(no more aggression, no more frustration)
it's lookin' like a mutiny is overdue

the show must go on

the plot's all laid out

characters take the stage

the antagonist riles the crowd

egocentric heroes rise to save the day

have I seen this before?

yeah I've seen it before!

i've seen it all before!

and i know, i know, i know

where this goes!

now we got the setup

the villain reveals his plan

though it seems a bit far fetched

it appeals to the crowd's short attention span

just a sideshow distraction

it's all a bit contrived

the motivation all too obvious

yet the crowd can't help but divide

have I seen this before?

yeah I've seen it before!

i've seen it all before!

and i know, i know, i know

where this goes!

come one, come all to the greatest con-show

where we're all participating
we just don't know

they got us with the oldest trick in the book

classic sleight of hand while they gotchya on the hook

so we pontificate, argue, and debate

and play into their hands the more we separate

they keep seeding dissent and feeding the hate

new actors take the stage but the script stays the same

does nobody notice?

I must be going insane!

it's the same shit night after night

always two sides lookin at each other to blame

the villain is defeated

the hero takes his place

only to repeat the cycle again

same person with a different face!

have I seen this before?

yeah I've seen it before!

i've seen it all before!

and i know, i know, i know

where this goes!

come one, come all to the greatest con-show

where we're all participating
we just don't know

they got us with the oldest trick in the book

classic sleight of hand while they gotchya on the hook

so we pontificate, argue, and debate

and play into their hands the more we separate

they keep seeding dissent and feeding the hate

new actors take the stage but the script stays the same

you bring me down

yeah, it ain't no secret
you bring me down
whenever you're around
you bring me down

I hear your voice and

it brings me down

take another puff- bury that emotion,
wander through the daze- get lost in your confusion,
don't worry about missing the point,
just scream, holler, yell and shout
at the things you can't comprehend,
you'd rather break before you bend

take another puff- fall into your delusions
and don't take note of anything yer doin',
too busy worrying about who to impress,
you've been phony for so long
it's about time you take a rest
and sort those feelings you repress

yeah, it ain't no secret
you bring me down
whenever you're around
you bring me down

I hear your voice and

it brings me down

so you huff and puff- and throw a temper tantrum
and derail any progress or momentum,
you're all talk- never listening,
loyal to impulsion,
always shootin' from the hip,
never checking if you miss

take another puff- bury that emotion,
wander through the daze- get lost in your confusion,
don't worry about missing the point,
just scream, holler, yell and shout
at the things you can't comprehend,
'til you're alone in the end

when did it start?

there's something wrong,
something I can't put my finger on,
a slight difference in demeanor,

I felt ya pull back, get a little withdrawn
yeah, it's so uncouth to be outspoken,
in a world of introverted, trivial speculation
anything to avoid confrontation

not caring who is hurt in the long run

no verbal expression, it's all guesswork,
you're either in or out, very roundabout,
anti-what yer preachin', I'm calling a foul,
so snap this thought, let's say it's the fourth down,
it's not too hard to see punting became your routine,
when backed into a corner, I've learned your game by now

it's easier to distance ourselves
than engage in a little communication,
let it rot on the shelf,
where it's hidden but not forgotten,
affecting all around it,
disappearing in it's own corruption,
'til ya can't recognize a damn thing,
so yer left making assumptions,
stories riddled with plot holes
characters left undeveloped and dull,
and ya ask yourself, "what the hell was this all for?"
no more revelations, yer completely lost,
tuned into the wrong station, still payin' the cost
carrying that weight around, ya can't seem to settle down
or shake this feeling that something might be off
just ask yourself,
"when did it start?"

the selling out

you first saw them live playing in some beat up dive
you clung to the scene so you could socially survive

but it was alright, it was okay
we stuck it to the man the whole way
getting shitfaced and singing along
screaming how their old structures are wrong
we were changing the world with each song

how could it be an anarchist lands a record deal?
and how the hell could she abandon all her ideals?

if you don't understand, it's okay
just down another beer
live another day
go to college, get your degree
get a career
start your next phase
make room for the next kids to take the stage

it's so strange
how these rules don't apply both ways
they're accused for making the same money you're paid
and you never really believed the things you said,
'cause...

you woke up the next day to be on time for your job

you woke up the next day to be on time for your job

you woke up the next day to be on time for your job

you woke up the next day to be on time for your job

so how could you understand
when "it is what it is" and "you have to do it in the end"
and if you can make excuses why can't they?
when you're both looking forward to your payday
take some time, hear what I say
we're selling out together everyday

 ~
We're among them-- and when we finally give up we become them!
We're living on borrowed time here.
Every minute of our life is a minute we steal from them!
You see them out there. You know that when we die-- we become them.
 You think we hide behind scenes or songs to protect us from the selling out!
Don't you get it?
We ARE the selling out!
~

the wicked

you're addicted to the sensational,
fictional reality consuming your mind
where you can't accept you might be
at fault for this consequence
neglecting your guilty conscience

I hear- your voice-
ricocheting in the skull void
through the static, white noise
feeling your desire to destroy
I see- you lean-
the cupped hand, sideways look scene
spewing shit is the routine
and I'm sick of feeling stuck in between

I know I'm in your sights!

misdirection- manipulation-
a magician for twisting situations
ya putting in loads of dedication
to the narcissist's handbook of defamation

I know I'm in your sights!

they follow me around, yeah
wearing on my nerves, the wicked never take a rest

I'm better off keeping my head down
to stay alive in this part of town

to stay alive in this part of town

I can't control these wicked souls
not sure why I bother 'cause
I know, it's all for the show
always in the spotlight ready to go

I know you're wicked
and I've got ya in my sights!

they follow me around, yeah
wearing on my nerves, the wicked never take a rest

I'm better off keeping my head down
to stay alive in this part of town
they follow me around, yeah
eyes over shoulder, I'm sick of straining my neck

I'm better off keeping my head down
to stay alive in this part of town

to stay alive in this part of town

to stay alive in this part of town

why do the smallest dogs have the loudest bark?

how is it?
we're all trapped in a funnel
in the undertow of your life
you're at the bottom pulling everyone down
to your tragic daily strife

there's no light
at the end of this tunnel
it's blotted out from your lies
you like it dark so it's harder to detect
the insecurities ya' try so hard to hide

like a vampire sucking us dry
the nature of how you survive
you say anxiety's the reason why
it activates when your ego's jeopardized, yeah

so you hate
and create a sob story for bait
to get the attention you crave
you rally banner men under your flag
allies for your pity crusade

well I reject and I distance
the only thing I can do
only way I can avoid
this poison- you flood into our veins,
I'm left with no choice
drain the blood or succumb to toxic influence
 
like a vampire sucking us dry
the nature of how you survive
you say anxiety's the reason why
it activates when your ego's jeopardized

well I reject and I distance
the only thing I can do
only way I can avoid
this poison- you flood into our veins,
I'm left with no choice
drain the blood or succumb to toxic influence

how is it?
we're all trapped in a funnel
in the undertow of your life

it comes and goes

so what if I've become lazy?

I'm just so tired of the fight

I've grown friendly with apathy;
a comfortable constancy,
and though I always gave it my all
some would say I give up too damn quickly
it's so easy to forget
the resistance that I met

can't say that I miss
juggling personalities
of how and who ya gotta be
and always knowing what to say
but I have nothing left
and I'm running out of distractions
to get me through the day

I'm sorry it turned this way

here I go again
making excuses for myself
of why things have to be this way
stacking stone on top of clay
so I apologize in advance
if I have my reservations
with years passed and nothing earned
just compliments after the burn

I can't go through it again

my dedication
wasn't enough
it took the patience of a saint
dealing with the stress building up

my bones were breaking from the dead weight
buried my crushed body under 6 feet of blame
HEY!

I lost my bout with failure
but I swear I took it ten rounds
felt the sting of shame
as my body hit the ground
now I hide in my little bunker
where I'm weathering the storm

I promise things'll get better

just leave me alone

all I really know
is the bitterness comes and goes
all I really know
is the anger comes and goes

here I go again
making excuses for myself
of why things have to be this way
stacking stone on top of clay
so I apologize in advance
if I have my reservations
with years passed and nothing earned
just compliments after the burn

here I go again
making excuses for myself
of why things have to be this way
stacking stone on top of clay
so I apologize in advance
if I have my reservations
with years passed and nothing earned
just compliments after the burn

I can't go through it again

all these scenes are pretentious

on your soapboxes pontificating
talking at each other without listening
picking out whatever suit fits the best
choose your stance
let the tailor figure out the rest

accusations leading to fights
arguing without any insight
two alike minds alone in a room
can't find compromise
looks like we're all doomed

if they could just agree none of this matters bu

the rhetoric passed through groups with
a million faces all warping their truths,
it's all just to feel right, it's all just to feel right
stepping on each other for a righteous high-ground
enjoying the view while looking down,
it's all just to feel right, it's all just to feel right

can't shake this feeling this all stems
from an inferiority complex
all this crying, the victimization
a sorry attempt at domination

majority rules, now you're the new lords
death to those find fault with your royal concord
spilling their blood, a demonstration of strength
another casualty on your path to omnipotence

if they could just agree none of this matters but

the rhetoric passed through groups with
a million faces all warping their truths
it's all just to feel right, it's all just to feel right
stepping on each other for a righteous high-ground
enjoying the view while looking down
it's all just to feel right, it's all just to feel right

well guess what?
they won!
while you were all at each others throats!
they won!
while climbing social ladders!
they won!
while silencing your neighbors!
they won!
and they'll win again and again and again
and they'll win again and again

and they'll win again and again and again
and they'll win again and again

so get used to losing

more money, more suits

money on the mind, it's a sickness
becoming more common with time
infects the brain, killing creation
an android with written formulas
pretending to be alive
emulating emotions,
convincing itself of the lie

you're lacking oxygen from
your tie being pulled too tight

before ya write anything down
yer thinkin' about the fame
so eager to sell your soul
before an offer is even made
the devil has your contract
all written up, just sign
yer gonna have to pay the toll
more money, more suits in control

you lost the- you lost the-

you lost the point of it all
you lost the- you lost the-
you lost the point of it all

there's no winning,
they already have you trained,
so you're also my enemy
you are my enemy

you're lacking oxygen from
your tie being pulled too tight
suffocating whatever life was left inside

before ya write anything down
yer thinkin' about the fame
so eager to sell your soul
before an offer is even made
the devil has your contract
all written up, just sign
yer gonna have to pay the toll
more money, more suits in control

more money, more suits in control

more money, more suits in control

coma

where does the time go?
generations and still no one knows
caught up in a landslide,
picking up speed 'til the day you die

existing in a constant haze,
can't seem to differentiate the days,
calculating time with milestones and deadlines,
anything to preoccupy our minds

they say ya hit the peak and it's all downhill
ya gain momentum but that's part of the thrill
wishing you could just go back,
derailing yourself off this one way track

we need to wake up from this coma
perception can always change,
destroying the illusions we create,
we need to wake up from this coma
the times will always change
move on from the past and break the chains

the nostalgic living dead,
breaking the natural order,
when prolonging the existence of
what has been drained of life,
birth is the only thing that dies

we need to wake up from this coma
perception can always change,
destroying the illusions we create,
we need to wake up from this coma
the times will always change
move on from the past and break the chains

bougie bitch

you're a bougie bitch
changing the local image
you're a bougie bitch
improving neighborhoods for the privileged
feelin' safe in your conquered village
you're a bougie bitch
making the world a better place
you're a bougie bitch
fighting for dog parks in empty space
a great spot for your dog to piss

ya take a stand,
as long as it's a social trend,
so easily bought
no introspective thought,
you are the man's best friend

it's a pompous culture trickling down from the unseen
like a leech you attach yourself to the bourgeoisie
you've become corrupted
it's the sour blood you drink

you're a bougie bitch
riding a linear course
you're a bougie bitch
ya think the world is only yours
finding island resorts to endorse

you're a bougie bitch
following high society
you're a bougie bitch
nose so high in the air you can't see
the insects of poverty

so callous and cold,
you never dare break the mold,
just an automaton,
with shallow convictions,
you've traded in your soul

it's a pompous culture trickling down from the unseen
like a leech you attach yourself to the bourgeoisie
you've become corrupted
it's the sour blood you drink

children of the night

they found another one last night
flesh ripped from bone with claws and bites
 

they tell themselves anything they think is rational
animal attacks or something else logical
 

it's a shame what happened to ol' Jones
massacred right there in his home

they tell themselves anything they think is rational
animal attacks or something else logical

anything... to help them sleep at night
anything... so they can feel alright
anything... to keep reality in tact
anything... so this nightmare ain't true

ahh-oooooo
they are the children of the night
their song chilling to the bone
ahh-oooooo
they come alive in the moonlight
don't be caught outside alone
they're on the hunt tonight

warnings brushed off as delusional
ignoring the signs right in front of them all
 

they can't handle the madness that they've all seen
deranged stories of man turning into beast

it's an affliction haunting mankind
clinging to beliefs while losing their minds

they can't handle the madness that they've all seen
deranged stories of man turning into beast

anything... so they can sleep at night
anything... to make them feel alright
anything... to keep reality in tact
anything... so this nightmare ain't true

ahh-oooooo
they are the children of the night
their song chilling to the bone
ahh-oooooo
they come alive in the moonlight
don't be caught outside alone
they're on the hunt tonight