* (anything that has been named has lost its innocence) (Original 1999)

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Insipid Bullshit
Regurgitated lines of rebellion
Spit from the mouth again and again and again and again
The music and lyrics feed the rage
But it leaves a lethargic gut
A ruptured stomach lining is what's needed
The lyrics, others rearranged
These words too, no exception
Rightness is subjective
Attack everything
It's all equally unsacred
The 50's in the United States
Unknowingly communist nuclear families
We hate what we are
The 60's, a chemical spark
But civil disobedience and marijuana is not the correct formula
The 70's, with Vietnam's death came the life of cosmetics
Evolving culture made a full circle
The 80's, we fueled our cars with champagne
And pulverized rare dinosaur bones
Unleaded, of course
The 90's, today
Sub-culture has become an uber-culture of conformity
The old-timers find they never really wanted what they wanted
They don't like the new armies
Be careful what you wish for
These words have all been used before
Even in a similar order, somewhere
Do they bust your gut now
Believe in the power of rebellion
Lone rebellion, anarchist rebellion, communist rebellion
Socialist rebellion, veganist rebellion, rebellionist rebellion
Believe
It can happen
Don't let science and statistics scare you into submission
Science is just the assigning of reoccurring coincidences
As the truth to the lie
Philosophy is a lethargic piece that I can't escape
But you, you break away from any mold
Be it authority, flesh or forcefields
Rebel for rebellion, to mingle in the ancient new
Rebel for no reason
Reason is rebellion's enemy
Motivate your blood through a false avatar
A mock turtle against injustice
Wear anger as your creed and rebel
Greedy me, I need change that I can't bring
Newness
Greed made me write this
Not angst
Or a real hate of the injustice
Just greed for rebellion
The only colorful variable to this existence
Motivate, gorge yourself
Till you burst into a hopeless, hopeful gorilla
Rebel to a new level
Feed my greed
I refuse to end with a cheap rhyme
I again try to prod a sensitive tissue
Betrayal
The music is a drug
It only motivates to a point and pushes no more
Hollow lyrics can ring only so wide
Rip out your ears
Tear down the system
And its placebo music of counterfeit insurgence
Aim for Washington, not the post office
World history, not a bouquet of tabloid forget-me-nots
Your music has betrayed you
It's kept you docile when you thought it provoked
But you can show it
Use that anger destructively
And annihilate this patriarchical un-evolving machine
Hang this dynasty of mechanics
Change it
Please

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