opivy




	Plea For Peace it wasn't my decision, I was a victim of circumstance it wasn't right, I knew I never had a chance my anger grew so fucking large it almost overcame my independence almost got lost to the violence chain pieces of a machine called education (I was desparate) I plea for peace victim of the cycle of intimidation (I was separate) I plea for peace they'll find you (running hiding) way down inside you and I plea for peace certain jocks sought control instead of escape from pain inside, with stupid violence formed by hate power and strength, but no power in their own lives ignorance with the knowldge they're always right Knowledge I know that things are getting tougher when you cant get top off from the bottom of the barrel wide open road of my future now... its looking fucking narrow All I know is that I dont know nothing we get told to decide just like as if im not gonna change my mind all I know is that I dont know nothing whatcha gonna do with yourself boy better make up your mind whatcha gonna do with yourself boy you're running out of time this time I got it all figured out all I know is that I dont know nothing... and thats fine Sound System sound system gonna bring me back up one thing that I can depend on try to describe to the limit of my ability: its there for a second then it's given up what it used to be contained in my music somehow more than just sound, this inspiration coming and twisting things around Because you always know that its gonna have to go. you always know that you'll be back in the cold. point of depatrure sublimated in a song its always coming to give me that hope for just a second then its gone sound system gonna bring me back up one thing that I can depend on but static pulse inside of music bringing us escape its always temporary changing nothing in its wake just a second where were leaving all this shit behind just a second but its leaving just this much in mind: to resist despair that second makes you see to resist despair because you cant change everything to resist despair in this world is what it is to be free sound system gonna bring me back up one thing that I can depend on wake up turn my box on bust the shade let the sun in times getting tougher bout time to start runnin box in my hand music by my side skanking to the rhythm of the music by my side Jaded something breaks inside of you with the spectacle of all the shows with fifteen fights and your six bucks has gone up some promoters nose jaded eyes see clearly but only half of whats there good old days are left behind whats left is boredom and despair but sometimes every once in a while its beautiful I would say, I wouldn't have it any other way if I said different it would be a lie what was once rebellion is now clearly just a social sect but are you just upset because your own social clique has left leave when you want because I know that someday I will too but I wont burn my bridges and be just another jaded fool Take Warning stand by your friends, wrong or right can't call that justice if its just a stupid excuse to fight single out and attack the ones who got no defense you call that a new way of thinking i call it regression to ignorance take warning theres a new generation coming up and we really gotta stand up to them take warning take warning nobodys got a thing against you unless youve got something to prove we dont need no set of standards, we dont need a new set of rules heard all that shit before about stomping out any difference we say stand together not to fight just to exist take warning intimidation coming and we really gotta say no to them taek warning enough is enough is enough why dont you just ease up I saw another beat down last nite take warning who's the next to hit the ground tonite take warning The Crowd wrenched into the world, deanaesthetized blurry images fiht their way through halfway opened eyes awakened by alarm fifteen minutes of hygeine twenty minutes of eating thirty seconds to the door I looked outside I looked into the eyes of the impersonal mob I've seen a thousand times before feeling under covers like books on a shelf if we're scared of one another must be scared of ourself more than just another crowd we need a gathering instead drink drink in the badland liquid bread for the poor another member of the crowd goes down to drown at the liquor store choose your escape in the heartland of product and demand when you feel like a wasp in the swarm you gotta get away anyway that you can Bombshell down in south oakland off east 14th its raining six a.m. on sunday and the bums are praying met her at a party we were drunk now were sober she said its cold got a long walk home come over shes a bombshell I've retraced my steps a thousand times seems I've spent hours asking all my freinds about her been six months but ill never be the same nobody remembers her name shes a bombshell Unity theres a war going down between my brothers tonight I dont want no war going down tonight civilization ha I call it as I see it I call it bullshit you know I still cannot believe it our evolution now has gone the way of hate a world evolved resolved in this stupid fate stop this war all so different yeah I say were all the same all caught you know in the division game self destruction fast impending like a bullet no one can stop it once its fired no one can control it stop this war a final word, wait it's not a call to action we aint no sect we aint no fucking faction unity unity youve heard it all before this time its not exclusive we want to stop a war unity as one stand together unity evolutions gonna come Bad Town they call it a scene I call it disaster down here the kids grow up faster scared they're scared to the bone like a pack of wolves they don't run alone one on one they won't look you in the eye but when the pack's together there's a battle cry I saw it fifteen on one when the crowd dispersed the kid was done no (no more) no (bad town) no more bad town yeah down there you gotta have a label just like a cattle in a stable knee jerk reaction I call it violence why speak out when you could be silenced down there on the dance floor too much violence I dont want more down there out on the street I can see the air I can see the heat (chorus) Freeze Up empty factories to the east and all our waste the shape of things that came shows on the broken workers face to the west you'll find our silicon promised lands where machines replace our minds for systematic profit plans the course of human progress staggers like a drunk its steps are quick and heavy and its mind is slow and blunt I look for optimism but I just dont know its seeds are planted in a poison place where nothing grows its 1989 stand up and take a look around weathers bitter tension it seems is sinking down drunk with power and fighting one another every hour shows the winter getting harder theres a freezeup coming one nation stands the tallest radiating blinding light plastic and fluorescent energy robbing us of sight set in our way content with our decay we wave the flag of freedom as we conquer and invade ever ask yrself wheres my place in this hell but no ones there to tell you cuz they dont know that themselves the well rehearsed lines from our elated politicians no longer offer solace we can see the self destruction just one political song to drop into the list that is years and years long Room Without A Window the position being taken is not to be mistaken for attempted education or righteous accusation only a description just an observation of the pitiful condition of our degeneration walls made of opinions thru which we speak and never listen ceiling made of pride vicious and self satisfied door thats made of rage hard and slowly aged always closing tighter with every war that's waged room without a window cant see out... floor is made of lives wed gladly end to stay inside corners made of borders, borders made of law and order painted with the words of politicians and religion plastered with the wreckage of our cultural division room without a window cant see out... Junkies Running Dry I always looked up on the ones who walked away choosing themselves over preset ways of looking at a future that had no room for the questions they lived for always knew i never could have walked away myself my self worth was beyond any help and i didnt care to test it against the rejection i had seen before but those i loved so much they underwent a change they're working fourty hours they got caught in the game like junkies running dry, the vulnerability they're always there on time we're never satisfied like junkies running dry this wonderful generosity a third of our lives to do what we please doesn't look that great to me in fact it doesnt even look fair they call it youthful idealism and even I would have to agree with them except some of us grow up and its still there I grow up too slow I don't wanna go but now i'm working just like everyone else but ill get out of here Sleep Long one day I saw a man asleep in a doorway on the street thru walls of sheltered inhibition I perceived his condition dying of hunger and exposure, food and shelter two blocks over within this place we breed and dwell in we've created living hell sleep long sleep well only to awake in hell city sleeps and pigeons flutter vagrant dies in the gutter pride