Going through a world of sad debris,
Regard quixoitic reveries of ownership:
The blossoming disease of man called tenure and accretion,
The ancient western treadmill of deception and derision.
But I want something more.
Racing through a life of tragic wastage,
I experience the loss of trust and innocence.
The billowing cyclone of time has blown away our reasons
As we trudge like blind men forward trying to avoid collision.
But I want something...
More.
1 | American Jesus |
2 | You |
3 | Los Angeles Is Burning |
4 | Infected |
5 | Sorrow |
6 | No Control |
7 | New Dark Ages |
8 | Recipe For Hate |
9 | 21st Century (Digital Boy) |
10 | Fuck You |