NUEVO Maybe I was faded I was hiding hope from my Fully dilated Kaleidoscope eyes When it’s overrated I’m just fighting the good fight None of this wrong if I can’t remember right Maybe a revolution that scales all of those walls of stones Maybe it’ll go straight up the cord to the headphones I believe in time That my reasons will all rhyme When I’m fighting the good fight I believe in time That my reasons will not rhyme When I’m fighting what is right Maybe I was leaving My pride outside the door Before I started heaving Stones at dolls of porcelain I keep feeding On words that you spoon fed But now I can’t hear them once you went and turned your head Maybe a revolution that scales all of those walls of stones Maybe it’ll go straight up the cord to the headphones I believe in time That my reasons will all rhyme When I’m fighting the good fight I believe in time That my reasons will not rhyme When I’m fighting what is right I let sleeping dogs lie but I don’t forget When I’m pulling on the leash like a cigarette It’s just a habit that I try to forget unless it bites I believe in time That my reasons will all rhyme When I’m fighting the good fight I believe in time That my reasons will not rhyme When I’m fighting what is right


WHITE NOISE Ears are wishing they had a mouth of words to say To reply to the words that they feed and receive, but never get the chance to say They reject the words they said, wishing they were deaf to sound instead That would be a blessing for the head Sedate the sound, lay it down, a sonic bed Letter type hits bear trap brain Photograph of sight contains images of what they say Set in stone, made a home of words ingrained Hits the head like alcohol, room spins and shadows fall What stands is a battle call Newsprint is the flint that starts it all Headline employs white noise Systems of static Headline employs white noise Systems of static President will read the words Laid out like gifts of swords Cuts the truth in half, ignores what the youth it has and holds in store For the day will finally come When it rains in silent tongues What to say when we’ve begun To hit the train with a fist of rebellion Headline employs white noise Systems of static Headline employs white noise Systems of static


DOG DAYS I swear to god I felt okay today Exhale the smoke to find the joke was still in play I could have sworn it was alright I could have worn that joke all night But it wore off with my high I’m seeing double but I don’t care I’m in trouble seeing pairs Punk bitch wants to switch it up and stare It’s a wrong way but I don’t care It’s dog days in the middle of nowhere I had a feeling that I couldn’t stand up straight I had a feeling that comes from an altered state I’m in office, I’m a leader for a day You could call this I’m defeating my good taste I’m seeing double but I don’t care I’m in trouble seeing pairs Punk bitch wants to switch it up and stare It’s a wrong way but I don’t care It’s dog days in the middle of nowhere I swear to god I felt okay today When your feeding my good taste And it’s all slightly erased I swear to god I felt okay today When you feed me what I want And it’s all slightly forgot Oh when I see it, but I don’t forget Another punk mother fucker with a pumped out chest With a pumped out chest I swear to god I felt okay… CHORUS


VITAL SIGNS I think I’ll call you gravity cause you’re dragging me down Think I’ll call you an avalanche Crushing bones with your stones never making a sound Think I’ll call you your majesty cause your holding the crown Sad to me, you’re the last to see Your kingdom never be found Your history becomes a mystery And in your faith I’m gone When your final hour comes to be, finally I’m gone Gone, gone Checking my vital signs I never lived without words coming out my mouth Think I’ll call you comatose, you’re done making a stand Think I’ll watch you overflow because you boil like the oil burning in your hand Think I’ll mute your audio, my ears are making demands Defeat the words that keep bleeding out And they scatter like sand Your history becomes a mystery And in your faith I’m gone When your final hour comes to be, finally I’m gone Gone, gone Checking my vital signs I never lived without words coming out my mouth CHORUS


TRIGGER FINGER Get what you asked for Combat for breakfast Grenades and sirens catch the eyes like they belong Transfixed on violence It’s mute and silent Just images of all along the same old song And what we act like Are animals Caught in a flashlight Of a hunter’s sight Still they keep earning Medals for burning People keep learning all along the same old song One of your ten better be a trigger one Earn your living, son, earn your living, son Oh, what they beg for For every second Voyeurs of all the bombs and bones and rebel flames What they live for You can hear them begging For truth to wear a coat of armor far away And what we act like Are animals Caught in a flashlight Of a hunter’s sight Still they keep earning Medals for burning People keep learning all along the same old song One of your ten better be a trigger one Earn your living son, earn your living son