| — | Matisyahu - One Day |
| — | Immortal Technique - The Message and The Money |
Since The-Expat-Life has been posting lyrics and other music stuff, I felt like sharing a song that I listened to a lot when I was making the conversion from Christianity to Atheism. It was mostly this (AFI’s The Lost Souls), and Marilyn Manson.
If you can’t stand upon the water I will see you on the ocean floor.
When you blink do you only find the misery between the lines?
Then take my hand and walk with me.
Come to me, your sanctuary,
I’ll gladly accept the gift that I’ve been granted.
If you feel fine, then give it just a little time.
I’m sure you’ll contract my disease.
Look what you’ve done to me now,
You’ve made me perfect.
Look what you’ve done to me now.
If you can’t stand upon the earth then I see you on the other side.
When you blink do you only find the misery weighs down your eyes?
Then take my hand and sleep with me.
Look what you’ve done to me now,
You’ve made me perfect.
Look what you’ve done to me now.
Take my hand, I’ll be everything to you.
Take my hand, I’ll take everything from you.
I will seep under your skin.
I will.
I will hold onto your heart.
I will.
Look what you’ve done to me now,
You’ve made me perfect.
Look what you’ve done to me now.
Look what you’ve done to me now,
You’ve made me perfect.
Look what you’ve done to me now.
What have you done?
What have you done?
What have you done?
What have you done?
Done
All we want is a headrush
All we want is to get out of our skin for a while
We have nothing to lose because we don’t have anything.
Anything we want anyway…
We used to hate people
Now we just make fun of them
It’s more effective that way
We don’t live
We just scratch on day to day
With nothing but matchbooks and sarcasm in our pockets
And all we are waiting for is for something worth waiting for
Let’s admit America gets the celebrities we deserve
Let’s stop saying “Don’t quote me” because if no one quotes you
You probably haven’t said a thing worth saying
We need something to kill the pain of all that nothing inside
We all just want to die a little bit
We fear that pop-culture is the only culture we’re ever going to have
We want to stop reading magazines
Stop watching T.V.
Stop caring about Hollywood
But we’re addicted to the things we hate
We don’t run Washington and no one really does
Ask not what you can do for your country
Ask what your country did to you
The only reason you’re still alive is because someone
Has decided to let you live
We owe so much money we’re not broke we’re broken
We’re so poor we can’t even pay attention
So what do you want?
You want to be famous and rich and happy
But you’re terrified you have nothing to offer this world
Nothing to say and no way to say it
But you can say it in three languages
You are more than the sum of what you consume
Desire is not an occupation
You are alternately thrilled and desperate
Skyhigh and fucked
Let’s stop praying for someone to save us and start saving ourselves
Let’s stop this and start over
Let’s go out - let’s keep going
This is your life - this is your fucking life
We need something to kill the pain of all that nothing inside
Quit whining you haven’t done anything wrong because frankly
You haven’t done much of anything
Someone’s writing down your mistakes
Someone’s documenting your downfall
| — | KMFDM - Dogma |
I walked through a county courthouse square
On a park bench, an old man was sittin’ there.
I said, “Your old court house is kinda run down,
He said, “Naw, it’ll do for our little town”.
I said, “Your old flag pole is leaned a little bit,
And that’s a ragged old flag you got hangin’ on it”.
He said, “Have a seat”, and I sat down,
“Is this the first time you’ve been to our little town?”
I said, “I think it is.”
He said “I don’t like to brag, but we’re kinda proud of that ragged old flag.”
