I can be the knife in your back
The noose around your neck
The bullet right through your skull
But I'd rather be the force of my spoken word
Let our voices form the weapons

2.08.2009

Tear Down These Walls.

So ANOTHER great hardcore band breaks up. Verse announced earlier today that their run has come to an end. This fucking blows since it's ANOTHER band I will never get to see live. Sean said

"this has been one of the most important things in our lives for quite a while now.
while it's sad to see it come to an end, we're all glad we can look back on some great experiences we have had, and wonderful people we have met throughout the years.

we want to thank everyone who has been a part of this, good or bad. it's been a pretty crazy trip.

peace out."



"The New Fury"

They've got themselves a new spin on the story,
twisted for one-sided glory.
Devastation soon becoming fuel for the masses new fury.
A greedy hand in the guise of a good man.
So threatening. So deafening. So silencing, that familiar stance.
The burden now passed to us,
we lose our footing but still try to stand.
No control.
No more rules.
Perpetual war for perpetual peace,
turn a blind eye to poverty while manufacturing new enemies.
The new slave's south of the border, murdered or overseas.
We still struggle with the fact
that one percent has ninety-nine on their knees.

Washington's drawing up war plans,
while there's still no hope for the homeless man.
No one should have to live under these men, iron fists with gun in hand.
No more control.
No more rules.
They try to make you and me live life by their design:
No free thought. No free speech. No peace of mind.
They make a move to confine.
But they'll never silence me as long as I can breathe.