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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
Static - 2007
All lyrics written by Christian Hayes. All lyrics © 2010 Christian Hayes
