(The Germs) extra throat noise by Mike Willians (EYEHATEGOD) courtesy of Century Media Records
(Brutal Truth) Hated... time and time again Force fed, supress senseless fear of difference True self suppression, hollow dreams of misery Blind
ideal time We're a government fix, all social convicts Watch the idle rhymes I've got television, I've got supervision No decisions for you Media blitz, media blitz, media
[The Germs] [extra throat noise by Mike Willians (EYEHATEGOD)] [courtesy of Century Media Records]
Yes, this is a media blitz The axe is coming and we're on the list They don't burn books, no one reads anyway They program the networks and it's underway
Tearing skin, it's digging in Filled with doubt from the inside out Is it modesty or dishonesty? To always question myself In my mind, I'm doing time
You'd be hard pressed to find some meaning When no one thinks it's worth it You're not telling the truth, you're living an excuse We're only as weak
You don't have to have a triple X tattoo To have a positive attitude I've never had to belong to a 'crew' To justify the things that I do I've never
I refuse to accept that we're born inept And part of some larger scheme Every woman and man, part of a plan For all of eternity It just doesn't make
What happened to you, the friend I knew The one who wanted to make a change I guess those times were just a joke to you I may not be writing the book,
In a sea of lies you're totally fucked In a world of apathy there ain't no luck Stepping out of reason and rhyme It's feeding time Digging the ditch
It seems like life is just passing me by I'm looking forward, but falling behind I'm trying my best just to get ahead But, I'm doomed to tread water until
I've got the heat of the sun beating down on me And I can feel the humble ground crack beneath my feet I still clench my fists and grit my teeth I won
What am I doing here? Where do I belong? Is this just me yelling, or lyrics to a song? It's time to reject the apathetic views It's time to do away with
You have nothing to say, you have nothing to do But I can't feel sorry, because those choices are made by you I guess you never figured making an effort
If this is financial freedom, why do I feel like a slave? Hours of my time spent for a meager wage How do you define success? Is it the car I drive or
I've been around the block, I've heard all the talk No guilty conscious, just empty promises We expect a change, but embrace the same When we finally
I used to think that you were my friend We were in it together until the end But now that's changed, now I know Now your true colors, they fucking show
