SPIRIT FINGER CONSPIRACY

This is not just the soundtrack to your fucking petty display.
Your pretentious posturing will not conquer years of sacrifice.
This is for the blood, the sweat, the tears.
This was never yours.
You will not take this from me.
This is all I have.
This is all tha sees me through.
My hands grip tight.
I will never let go.
This is for the passion.
This is for my one true love.
My eyes do not deceive, but I don't want to believe
That pure style can kill substance.
Where has it all gone?
Is this all that's left?
Faux rebellion in pretty masks.
I will not stand by and watch you take this
From those who have worked for so long.
You can hate me now, but I don't give a shit.
All you get from me is pure disgust.
I want the fucking movement back.
I want it back.
And I'm here to rip it back
From your cold dead hands.
I'm still here.

COTTON GIN

Not anymore will I be bound to their dream.
Fifty five years of life down the drain.
One I have the power to not live in vain.
Priorities set by me.
A hierarchy you can't break.
Your world lies at the bottom of my mind.
I will not sell my life at the price of slave wage.
I will not pacify myself.
I am not your team player.
Will you be like all those who life life silently?
I refuse.
And make no mistake, all they want is your body.
And all they need is your numb nod of approval.
And all they demand is your silence.
Will you hand it to them?
I refuse.

BODY MASSAGE

Since birth you have been indoctrinated with lies of the worst kind.
And you've never questioned a thing.
How've you been so blind to the shit that's been forced on you?
How have you gone this long with preset
Ideas of those that are not like you?
You're built up walls that are thick concrete
Around your preconceived notions of 
This world that you have not delved into.
Your ways have bred in me contempt for
Those like you who live with bigotry.
Do you think you will not be met with force?
Fuck you.  This will not stand.
I hope I see the end of your fucking world.
This will not stand.
Someday soon, more will stand against you.
This is so simple that I can't see
How you have gone this long without change.
Some of you are beyond turning back.
Where will you go?
What will you say?
When you know that we want you gone.
Your ideals are a joke.
Burn in your own disease.

MARTYRS DIE FIRST

Where have your words left you this time?
Actions speak alone when words are hollow.
Do you think you're not tied to the
Very things you claim you despise?
Your complex has you backed into a corner.
Delusions have you by the fucking throat.
Who do you think you've fooled besides yourself?
Why should I trust in your words?
You've never proven yourself.
Your thick skull has bested you.
We've been through all of this before.
Where do you get the gall to act like such a martyr?
I won't stand idly by.
I will see you fall.
This time will be the last.
Tarnished as your past.
Martyr.
I won't stand idly by.
I will see you fall.