Symptoms of a Leveling Spirit
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Fire Engine Red
Enter the Unapproachables
Yesterday's Headlines
Great Leap Forward
Cheyenne
Libertine
Trial of the Century
Nobody Likes a Cynic
Year of the Rat
10  Pisces/Almost Home
11  Defusing the Popular Struggle
12  All the Joy You've Ever Known
13  Blue Black Eyes
14  Spit You Out
 

Fire Engine Red

Forgotten stories of excess
Both real and fiction
Too man hollow lives spent
Chasing benediction
We plummet to the earth like
Score of fallen angels
Play out or tragedies on empty,
Weathered stages

But before we lose it all
The final curtain call
Conflicted and dejected

Beware the opulence inherent in confusion
When reality’s obscured
By clouds and disillusion
Held under far too long by
The weight of our existence
We labor fruitlessly against
Both time and distance

What’s in the past cant be undone
You’ve got to separate to become one
Your indecision hides the guilt
Just underneath your clouded eyes
So sick you’d sell your soul
For another fifteen minute lie
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Enter The Unapproachables

You don’t speak not a single word
Can’t correlate a single thing you’ve heard
You just erase all the things we’ve said
With a mask of disapproval

And it’s always about you
Convinced yourself there’s better things to do
Like building a wall

You double up at the thought of fun
You’re not concerned about anyone
You’re alone when the sun goes down
Like a cold, forsaken shadow

And you’re trapped inside yourself
Nothing can reach you
Nobody matters anyway

You’re looking outside
For purpose and piece of mind
And you may never find
You’ll never find freedom
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Yesterdays Headlines

Running short on imagination
Still we waste it all on words
Spoken without the benefit of our minds

The candle burns the edges fray
Our best intentions waste away
And everybody loves the things you’ve done
And on and on and on

Life appears weightless
For everyone but me
This world grows heavier everyday
Deterioration
Growing old before my time
Nobody cares never mind

We all prey on our vain condition
And the hopelessness of it all
These days there’s nothing
We can trust

The dreams we made we’ve seen them face
Trampled by out sad parade
Still we’re so pleased with what we’ve done
And on and on and I’m done

The mind breaks down when it dies
Our machines doubled in size
To orchestrate the grand collapse
I see us all trapped in its path
There was a time we were unbound
As if we’d never hit the ground
But just like rain we can’t keep from falling
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The Great Leap Forward

Standing for something with 
true strenght and heart 
but the old manifesto has splintered apart 
driven from homes to the depths of despair 
hear the cries of the innocent 
ring through the air 

genocide a new class warfare 
pushed aside to make all the people one 
drop dead because freedom's a cancer 
and state-sponsored terror's 
the new land reform 

blinded by pride and national impulse 
weaned on the doctrines of Lenin and Marx 
a blood red scar on the new face of China 
exploding like tinder too close to the spark 

this time it's genocide 
and the terror comes from within 
nobody's safe from the latest wave 
as the new republic's in 
we'll do away with agrarian notions 
bleed the population into fear 
you can't stop our populist expansion 
because you've got no freedoms here
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Cheyenne

Standing for something with
True strength and heart
But the old manifesto has splintered apart
Driven from homes to the depths or despair
Hear the cries of the innocent
Ring through the air

Genocide a new class warfare
Pushed aside to make all the people one
Drop dead because freedoms a cancer
And state sponsored terror’s
The new land reform

Blinded by pride and national impulse
Weaned on the doctrines of Lenin and Marx
A blood red scar on the new face of china
Exploding like tinder too close to the spark

This time its genocide
And the terror comes from within
Nobody’s safe from the latest wave
As the new republics in
We’ll do away with agrarian notions
Bleed the population into fear
You can’t stop our populist expansion
Because you’ve got no freedoms here
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Libertine

I’ve been put down been pushed around
But they won’t break me I still believe
Been cast aside stood up for ridicule
But I’m still here I feel the same
This one’s for those who’ll never understand
It’s not a blueprint or a master plan
All I know is nothing that I’ve done before

Held me so strong never steered me wrong
And with every passing day
Distills my dedication

In a clouded world you kept me clear
And there’s a part of you in all I’ve done
Been second guessed thought immature
But for what it’s worth know that I’m still here

I wonder what I could have done instead
To quell the anger boiling in my head
Unlike so man y things
You’ve never let me down

With you I’ve never felt alone
And as I stumble through these days
I hope you’ll understand
It’s so much more than a phase
It’s everything I am
When I’ve strayed in darker times
When I’m feeling left behind
You’re always there
The music somehow seems to get me by
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Trial Of The Century

What does it mean when you’re sixteen
The world’s a cold and lonely place
But you’re still kicking
Every door down in the place

The war of words they’re so upright
You pass a hundred sleepless nights
And the worst is yet to come or so they say

Here comes seventeen
And just beyond
There’s tolerance and empathy
To protect you from them all
A stand of evergreen
Just like the places we would always talk about
To catch you when you fall

You hear a knock outside the door
It never rains here anymore
So now there’s nothing new
To was away the pain

A frightened face your clouded mind
The memories you’ve trailed behind
And seventeen still feels light years away

Nobody seems to understand you
As your grasping for that innocence
Sequestered in your mind

Was it guilt or were they blind
All this time
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Nobody Likes A Cynic

Because trash like you will never have
The means with which to live
In any modicum of luxury
Or vague derivative
Of comfort don’t stray beyond your class
You’ll never crack this ceiling made of glass

Just live to work and then expire
Keep your mouth shut you might retire
With something more then debts
Stretched far beyond your means
Pledge allegiance
To the corporate machines

Don’t you dare step out of line
Everything will be just fine
But you’d better mind your place
Just learnt to be a good consumer
You’re now a number
You’ve no longer got a face

Let my anger be my declaration
My dissent my participation

Resistance isn’t any use
Just consume, obey and reproduce
The next working class who’ll shoulder
Your burden of despair
Your empty cries for a living wage
Our system doesn’t care we don’t care

That our system won’t provide
For public health
We don’t care that your left
Out in the cold all by yourself
We don’t care
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Year Of The Rat

A fool’s crusade a proxy war
We justify we keep the score
With millions dead too blind to see
The cryptic clash of world war III

Did your country’s sons and daughters
Die to make this world a safer place
Or do we just defy

Flesh and blood become one
The stakes keep rising the time has come
The band performs a martyr’s verse
And the dominoes fall in reverse

The lines are drawn don’t you see
Its too late to turn back now
We wont abide a stalemate
The end is predicated on the loss of life

What’s so sinister?
Were only trying to do what we think is right
Conscience administered
By the ones with the shortest sight
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Pisces/Almost Home

The sense of fear on which you feed
When the people can’t believe
The things they read
We’ve been brought up to feel left out
Eclipsed by the shadows of our doubt

The pieces rise and rearrange
And all the smiling faces seem so strange
With tacit symmetry and prose
I feel the doors behind me close

You’re here alone inside this crowd
You’ve faced the world and made us proud
But when the bitterness returns
There’s nothing left to hide the burns

I’ve waited
I’ve written on promises and dreams
A thousand times
Still relegated to these lines

Like water untainted the sad.
Quixotic trail I’ve left behind
Somehow it echoes in my mind
And it almost feels like coming home
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Defusing The Popular Struggle

Once lost we will never find our way
Shutting down we’re devoid of things to say
Prospects are growing worse with every hour
With no voice it seems we’ve got no power

Overcome by headlines
We believe what isn’t true
You’ve got no empathy for anyone but you
Our moral contradictions
And subjective, hollow tomes
Perpetuate the fear asphyxiating us at home so

Seems like there’s no place left to hide
From the cold, amorphous dread
That we all feel inside
Actions might dictate who survives
The hopelessness which punctuates
Our empty lives

Could there be something
I need a reason
Could there be anything at all

Systems of technology which once kept us
Informed
Now endeavor to perpetuate the norm
Privatization of concentrated wealth
While millions still suffer
In dilapidated health so

Who cares to calculate
What indigence will cost
How will we replicated urbanity that’s lost
The curtain falls on the ultimate disgrace
We hunger for equality
Though we’ve never had a taste

The irony will make you laugh
Intervene on our behalf
To undo this mask of false complicity

The despotic, right-wing government
Has manufactured our consent
Can we entrust ourselves
To transform their doctrine to dissent
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All The Joy You’ve Ever Known

When there’s something
That won’t let you sleep
Can you live with
The secrets you keep

All the pain all the pride
All the poison you’ve taken
That’s killing you inside

There’s a manifested bitterness
In all the joy you’ve known
There’s no point in redemption
Some things are better left alone

I’ve waited
For freedom from bondage of self
Grow tired of everyone else
Grown cold
Grown sick of the doctrine
The lies that I’ve been told
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Blue Black Eyes

Outlived a wasted life
Too soon to say goodbye
One plot to call your own
Now it’s our turn to cry

I’ve been through this before
These things are hard to take
Was it too much to live for
Once choice you felt you had to make

And I’ve pissed my time away
Through countless life long wasted days
Why are all the simple things so lost in sorrow
And my perspective so unclear

Life’s cold and thick with lies
Seen through the blue black eyes
We squander as we smile
Things which once appeared worthwhile

How views on life distort
When we see a life cut short
No cause to calculate
Absentia renders no debate

Through pain I’ve grown to learn
Just as long as life still burns
Won’t sit around and wait
Until I burn down heavens gates I know
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Spit You Out

Rejection
Like a promise unfulfilled
From an emptiness distilled
As one final sign
Perpetuates our slow decline
We’ve failed
The systems we’ve created drag us down

On corded streets
We’ll die alone
Our dreams are only flesh and bone

One day some ay
When you fall apart and waste away
You’ll see no doubt
This world is gonna spit you out

Drained
No sign of life
This world of lies
Is gonna cut you down to size

They’ll spit you out
Like a spoke in their machine
Some people break like glass
It just might be your final chance to feel
Can you distinguish fate from what seems real

Enamored by the romance of regret
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