Lyrics
Media Slow Death
Short of trust, short of breath
Our heads kept down to watch our step
Evasive pose to hide our eyes
The marching drum internalized
Media slow death
Silence shunned as wasted time
Bodies self-objectified
Suppress the anger and the madness
Edited for the masses
Media slow death
And if the press should choose to cover my suicide
Just be sure they get my good side
Blackout
What do you think will happen
When all the screens go black
When there's no way to salvage
All the things that you hold back
Will you be remembered
When your platform's gone away
When you have to face the world
Will you still act this way
Light the flames and burn the pages
Blackout Blackout
We're living in the new dark ages
Blackout Blackout
No memory zero retention
Blackout Blackout
A future free of contemplation
Blackout Blackout
We demand convenience
We choose not to think
Can barely call us human
We're the new missing link
And when the systems all come crashing
Down from this tightrope
Our history will be forgotten
So I fucking hope
We are not interconnected
Blackout Blackout
We've become so codependent
Blackout Blackout
Soon the web of our own choosing
Blackout Blackout
Will be the cause of our undoing
Blackout Blackout
We think that we're together
We just suck from the same vine
Believing that it's better
To be dead than be offline
Descent of Dissent
Slit our wrists or slit their throats both actions are in vain
Anyway you slice it the world remains the same
Nothing we can do to have any impact at all
Even murder's so cliché we'd have to kill them all
Then there'd be no one to marvel at our evil deed
So instead we'll watch cartoons and smoke a bunch of weed
Never make a move against the fists that hold us down
Just enjoy the circuses and laugh at all the clowns
Descent of dissent
There will be no revolution
Descent of dissent
It's social devolution
Descent of dissent
We can rant and we can rave
Descent of dissent
It's hard to break the chains
When there's nothing left to save
The darkest demons of the past they now must seem like saints
We're living in a world where even suicide is quaint
Watch the daily massacre from the periphery
Too bust gorging from the trough of our social feed
It's hard to be a rebel in a world that's turned to shit
Every option's so played out they all seem counterfeit
So few have the slightest care beyond their narrow view
The one's that want to change the world don't have a fucking clue
Blood on the Walls
Let them punch
Let them kick
Spit and scream
Until they're sick
Let them fight
In the halls
Get some blood
On the walls
Behind the safety of a screen
Always left to be unseen
It's time to put them in their place
It's time for a little face to face
Murder Generation
You think that we're confused
You think that we're afraid
Turn us into psychopaths
And say that we're to blame
You say the world is dangerous
Well if you only knew
Of all the voices in our heads
The loudest one is you
Murder generation
We kill because we're angry
Murder generation
We kill because we're bored
Murder generation
We kill because we're medicated
Murder generation
Kill to be adored
You tell us all is possible
You sell us all a lie
You only offer failure
You won't even let us try
You make us pop the bottle
You make us pop the pill
Make us stifle everything
And wonder why we kill
Being Human is a Crime
Hated for feeling everything you feel
Baited into stating it then shunned for being real
Jaded by everyone you see
Stifling their every move until we all agree
Being human is a crime and we're all doing time
Suppress every tendency and stamp out every drive
Blur out all differences or you'll upset the hive
And if you show the slightest hint of anything at all
Well that's against the master plan so "up against the wall"
Being human is a crime and we're all doing time
Left wing right wing virgin whore
Every day a fucking bore
White skin brown skin cock or cunt
We're all stuck in the same rut
Being human is a crime and we're all doing time
Sources Say
We can tell you anything and still you will believe
The reality we furnish makes you easy to deceive
We'll spin your side so fast that most of you will be compelled
To pass around the stories like you thought of them yourselves
And when we call opinion unadulterated fact
You buy the lie so readily we almost have to laugh
We sell you what we've stolen and you thank us for the chance
We manufacture your belief and not just your consent
Sources say anything we fabricate
Sources say any convenient lie
Sources say any half truths we conflate
Sources say we can keep you hypnotized
And if you start to question of get any hint of doubt
We'll circumvent your argument presenting it as rout
Dissension pre-incorporated in our narrative
The two extremes we generate will crush you where you live
The majority is malleable in this plutocracy
When all forms of communication are extensions of t.v.
There's no method of escape when we control the hive
Our powers run much deeper than just two plus two is five
Signal to Noise
We're a culture of few words but everyone is screaming
We'd rather build a nightmare than admit we're only dreaming
Don't even scratch the surface 'cause it makes it hard to sell
Convince the world there's progress on this endless carousel
Signal to noise
The motive of our entertainment
Signal to noise
The fear of depth exacerbated
Disregard the elders while they bombard the youth
Feeding them a million lies for every grain of truth
From friend to friend the propaganda filling up their heads
They pass it off so nonchalant can't see they're being lead
Signal to noise
The motive of our entertainment
Signal to noise
The fear of depth exacerbated
The maze is growing more complex the light is getting dim
We're drowning in the infosphere and better learn to swim
Can't filter our the bullshit it gets thicker everyday
You can't win they put a spin on every word you say
Nostalgia Kills
Memories you edit
Never get a clear view
Can't see where you're headed
Eyes glued to the rear view
Living in the past tense
Progress ever slowing
Never get a real sense
Where your life is going
As the past rattles through your head to drown out your regret
Reality will hit you hard like a punch in the chest
You're standing at the precipice you're slipping past the ledge
Your whole life story flashes fast you'll see you failed the test
Nostalgia kills
Nostalgia kills
Nostalgia kills
Unless we kill it first
Memories you edit
Never get a clear view
Can't see where you're headed
Eyes glued to the rear view
Never take a real stand
Believe the lies you make up
Stuck inside a dreamland
Way too late to wake up
As the past rattles through your head to drown out your regret
Reality will hit you hard like a punch in the chest
You're standing at the precipice you're slipping past the ledge
Your whole life story flashes fast you'll see you failed the test
Nostalgia kills
Nostalgia kills
Nostalgia kills
Unless we kill it first
Ambassador
No creative outlet for my impulses and pain
Nobody to understand the thoughts I entertain
Find comfort in the permanence in which we all connect
Misconstrued as violence as my hands approach their neck
I didn't think I would do it again
The demons still crawling through my head
I didn't think I would do it again
The feelings that I foster making me a monster
I didn't think I would do it again
I guess the drink went to my head
I didn't think I would do it again
No longer can I fight it better learn to like it
I hate to see you suffer so I try to ease your pain
I hate to see you leave so I put holes inside your brain
I mean no disrespect in fact the opposite's the case
Makes your life so simple when your worries are erased
I didn't think I would do it again
The demons still crawling through my head
I didn't think I would do it again
The feelings that I foster making me a monster
I didn't think I would do it again
I guess the drink went to my head
I didn't think I would do it again
No longer can I fight it better learn to like it
Pictures tell the story of my hell
Caught between an instinct and a spell
Still I though I had it all in check
Now my life's become a fucking wreck
I didn't think I would do it again
Short of trust, short of breath
Our heads kept down to watch our step
Evasive pose to hide our eyes
The marching drum internalized
Media slow death
Silence shunned as wasted time
Bodies self-objectified
Suppress the anger and the madness
Edited for the masses
Media slow death
And if the press should choose to cover my suicide
Just be sure they get my good side
Blackout
What do you think will happen
When all the screens go black
When there's no way to salvage
All the things that you hold back
Will you be remembered
When your platform's gone away
When you have to face the world
Will you still act this way
Light the flames and burn the pages
Blackout Blackout
We're living in the new dark ages
Blackout Blackout
No memory zero retention
Blackout Blackout
A future free of contemplation
Blackout Blackout
We demand convenience
We choose not to think
Can barely call us human
We're the new missing link
And when the systems all come crashing
Down from this tightrope
Our history will be forgotten
So I fucking hope
We are not interconnected
Blackout Blackout
We've become so codependent
Blackout Blackout
Soon the web of our own choosing
Blackout Blackout
Will be the cause of our undoing
Blackout Blackout
We think that we're together
We just suck from the same vine
Believing that it's better
To be dead than be offline
Descent of Dissent
Slit our wrists or slit their throats both actions are in vain
Anyway you slice it the world remains the same
Nothing we can do to have any impact at all
Even murder's so cliché we'd have to kill them all
Then there'd be no one to marvel at our evil deed
So instead we'll watch cartoons and smoke a bunch of weed
Never make a move against the fists that hold us down
Just enjoy the circuses and laugh at all the clowns
Descent of dissent
There will be no revolution
Descent of dissent
It's social devolution
Descent of dissent
We can rant and we can rave
Descent of dissent
It's hard to break the chains
When there's nothing left to save
The darkest demons of the past they now must seem like saints
We're living in a world where even suicide is quaint
Watch the daily massacre from the periphery
Too bust gorging from the trough of our social feed
It's hard to be a rebel in a world that's turned to shit
Every option's so played out they all seem counterfeit
So few have the slightest care beyond their narrow view
The one's that want to change the world don't have a fucking clue
Blood on the Walls
Let them punch
Let them kick
Spit and scream
Until they're sick
Let them fight
In the halls
Get some blood
On the walls
Behind the safety of a screen
Always left to be unseen
It's time to put them in their place
It's time for a little face to face
Murder Generation
You think that we're confused
You think that we're afraid
Turn us into psychopaths
And say that we're to blame
You say the world is dangerous
Well if you only knew
Of all the voices in our heads
The loudest one is you
Murder generation
We kill because we're angry
Murder generation
We kill because we're bored
Murder generation
We kill because we're medicated
Murder generation
Kill to be adored
You tell us all is possible
You sell us all a lie
You only offer failure
You won't even let us try
You make us pop the bottle
You make us pop the pill
Make us stifle everything
And wonder why we kill
Being Human is a Crime
Hated for feeling everything you feel
Baited into stating it then shunned for being real
Jaded by everyone you see
Stifling their every move until we all agree
Being human is a crime and we're all doing time
Suppress every tendency and stamp out every drive
Blur out all differences or you'll upset the hive
And if you show the slightest hint of anything at all
Well that's against the master plan so "up against the wall"
Being human is a crime and we're all doing time
Left wing right wing virgin whore
Every day a fucking bore
White skin brown skin cock or cunt
We're all stuck in the same rut
Being human is a crime and we're all doing time
Sources Say
We can tell you anything and still you will believe
The reality we furnish makes you easy to deceive
We'll spin your side so fast that most of you will be compelled
To pass around the stories like you thought of them yourselves
And when we call opinion unadulterated fact
You buy the lie so readily we almost have to laugh
We sell you what we've stolen and you thank us for the chance
We manufacture your belief and not just your consent
Sources say anything we fabricate
Sources say any convenient lie
Sources say any half truths we conflate
Sources say we can keep you hypnotized
And if you start to question of get any hint of doubt
We'll circumvent your argument presenting it as rout
Dissension pre-incorporated in our narrative
The two extremes we generate will crush you where you live
The majority is malleable in this plutocracy
When all forms of communication are extensions of t.v.
There's no method of escape when we control the hive
Our powers run much deeper than just two plus two is five
Signal to Noise
We're a culture of few words but everyone is screaming
We'd rather build a nightmare than admit we're only dreaming
Don't even scratch the surface 'cause it makes it hard to sell
Convince the world there's progress on this endless carousel
Signal to noise
The motive of our entertainment
Signal to noise
The fear of depth exacerbated
Disregard the elders while they bombard the youth
Feeding them a million lies for every grain of truth
From friend to friend the propaganda filling up their heads
They pass it off so nonchalant can't see they're being lead
Signal to noise
The motive of our entertainment
Signal to noise
The fear of depth exacerbated
The maze is growing more complex the light is getting dim
We're drowning in the infosphere and better learn to swim
Can't filter our the bullshit it gets thicker everyday
You can't win they put a spin on every word you say
Nostalgia Kills
Memories you edit
Never get a clear view
Can't see where you're headed
Eyes glued to the rear view
Living in the past tense
Progress ever slowing
Never get a real sense
Where your life is going
As the past rattles through your head to drown out your regret
Reality will hit you hard like a punch in the chest
You're standing at the precipice you're slipping past the ledge
Your whole life story flashes fast you'll see you failed the test
Nostalgia kills
Nostalgia kills
Nostalgia kills
Unless we kill it first
Memories you edit
Never get a clear view
Can't see where you're headed
Eyes glued to the rear view
Never take a real stand
Believe the lies you make up
Stuck inside a dreamland
Way too late to wake up
As the past rattles through your head to drown out your regret
Reality will hit you hard like a punch in the chest
You're standing at the precipice you're slipping past the ledge
Your whole life story flashes fast you'll see you failed the test
Nostalgia kills
Nostalgia kills
Nostalgia kills
Unless we kill it first
Ambassador
No creative outlet for my impulses and pain
Nobody to understand the thoughts I entertain
Find comfort in the permanence in which we all connect
Misconstrued as violence as my hands approach their neck
I didn't think I would do it again
The demons still crawling through my head
I didn't think I would do it again
The feelings that I foster making me a monster
I didn't think I would do it again
I guess the drink went to my head
I didn't think I would do it again
No longer can I fight it better learn to like it
I hate to see you suffer so I try to ease your pain
I hate to see you leave so I put holes inside your brain
I mean no disrespect in fact the opposite's the case
Makes your life so simple when your worries are erased
I didn't think I would do it again
The demons still crawling through my head
I didn't think I would do it again
The feelings that I foster making me a monster
I didn't think I would do it again
I guess the drink went to my head
I didn't think I would do it again
No longer can I fight it better learn to like it
Pictures tell the story of my hell
Caught between an instinct and a spell
Still I though I had it all in check
Now my life's become a fucking wreck
I didn't think I would do it again
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