ACT I HEROES AND CONS Song Of The Century Sing us a song of the century
That's louder than bombs
And eternity
The era of static and contraband
That's leading us to the promised land
Tell us a story that's by candlelight
Waging a war and losing the fight They're playing the song of the century
Of panic and promise and prosperity
Tell me a story into that goodnight
Sing us a song for me Песня века Спой вместе с нами песню века,
Что звучит громче взрывов
И становится вечностью.
Эра неприятностей и контрабанд
Привела нас к земле обетованной.
Расскажи нам историю, когда в сумерках
Мы развязали войну и проиграли битву. Все поют песню века,
О панике, обещаниях и успехе.
Расскажи мне историю в эту прекрасную ночь,
Спой песню века для меня. 21st Century Breakdown Born into Nixon, I was raised in hell
A welfare child where the teamsters dwelled
The last one born, the first one to run
My town was blind from refinery sun My generation is zero
I never made it as a working class hero 21st Century Breakdown
I once was lost but never was found
I think I am losing what's left of my mind
To the 20th Century Deadline I was made of poison and blood
Condemnation is what I understood
Video games to the tower's fall
Homeland security could kill us all My generation is zero
I never made it as a working class hero 21st Century Breakdown
I once was lost but never was found
I think I am losing what's left of my mind
To the 20th Century Deadline We are the class of 13
Born in the era of humility
We are the desperate in the decline
Raised by the Bastards of 1969 My name is no one
The long lost son
Born of the 4th of July Raised in an era of heroes and cons
That left me for dead or alive I am a nation
A worker of pride
My debt to the status quo The scars on my hands
And the means to an end
Is all that I have to show I swallowed my pride
and I choked on my faith
I've given my heart and my soul
I've broken my fingers
And lied through my teeth
The pillar of damage control I've been to the edge and I've thrown the Bouquet
Of flowers left over the grave
I sat in the waiting room
Wasting my time
And waiting for my judgment day I praise liberty
The "freedom to obey"
Is the song that strangles me
Don't cross the line Dream, America, dream
I can't even sleep
From the lights early dawn
Scream, America, scream
Believe what you see from heroes and cons? Упадок 21-го века Родившись в эпоху Никсона, я оказался в аду.
Благополучный ребенок на стоянке для трейлеров.
Последний родившийся и первый, кто должен сбежать,
Пока мой родной город слепнет сквозь едкий дым... Мое поколение - полный ноль.
И здесь вряд ли появится герой рабочего класса. Упадок 21-го века...
Однажды потеряв, ты уже не сможешь найти.
Мне кажется, я постепенно теряю то,
Что имел к концу 20 века... Я был сделан из яда и крови.
Не правда ли, странная комбинация.
От Мексики и до Берлинской стены,
Наши спецслужбы убивают нас всех. Мое поколение - полный ноль.
И здесь вряд ли появится герой рабочего класса. Упадок 21-го века...
Однажды потеряв, ты уже не сможешь найти.
Мне кажется, я постепенно теряю то,
Что имел к концу 20 века... Сейчас мы взываем к поколению 2013 года,
Появившемуся в эпоху всеобщего подчинения.
Падение теперь уже неизбежно,
Поколение 1969 года забрало свое... Меня зовут "Никто", и тебе знакомо это имя.
И родился я аккурат 4-го июля.
Меня взрастили герои и мошенники,
И теперь я не знаю жить или умирать. Внутри меня постоянно идет борьба.
Вопросы, последствия, ложь...
И я ломаю себя, потому что хочется жить.
Хотя мы вряд ли заслуживаем это... Я мотор, работяга и просто пешка.
И при том по уши в долгах.
Ладони в ранах и оставшиеся мысли -
Это все, что я могу показать. Я сдал в аренду свой собственный ум,
Попытавшись выкупить душу.
А потому я освобожден от этой трагедии,
Когда 21-й век рухнет. Я восхваляю свободу, возможность подчиняться.
Эта песня попросту душит меня.
Так что не стоит пересекать линию. О мечта, Американская мечта.
Я, видимо, не засну,
Пока шторм не утихнет.
О кровь, Америка истекает кровью,
Поэтому верь всему,
О чем говорят герои и мошенники... Know Your Enemy Do you know the enemy?
Do you know your enemy?
Well, gotta know the enemy Do you know the enemy?
Do you know your enemy?
Well, gotta know the enemy Do you know the enemy?
Do you know your enemy?
Well, gotta know the enemy Violence is an energy
Against the enemy
Violence is an enemy Bringing on the fury
The choir infantry
Revolt against the honor to obey Overthrow the effigy
The vast majority
Burning down the foreman of control Silence is the enemy
Against your urgency
So rally up the demons of your soul Do you know the enemy?
Do you know your enemy?
Well gotta know the enemy Do you know the enemy?
Do you know your enemy?
Well gotta know the enemy The insurgency will rise
When the bloods been sacrificed
Don't be blinded by the lies
In your eyes. Violence is an energy
From here to eternity
Violence is an energy
Silence is the enemy
So gimme gimme revolution Do you know the enemy?
Do you know your enemy?
Well gotta know the enemy Do you know the enemy?
Do you know your enemy?
Well gotta know the enemy Overthrow the effigy
The vast majority
Burning down the foreman of control Silence is the enemy
Against your urgency
So rally up the demons of your soul Знай своего врага Ты знаешь врага?
Ты знаешь своего врага?
Ну, давайте же узнаем врага! Ты знаешь врага?
Ты знаешь своего врага?
Ну, давайте же узнаем врага! Ты знаешь врага?
Ты знаешь своего врага?
Ну, давайте же узнаем врага! Насилие – это энергия
В противостоянии врагу.
Но и само насилие – враг. Мы пышем яростью,
Мы - пехота, восставшая
Против чести подчиняться. Портреты былых кумиров сброшены
Волею большинства,
И теперь горят вместе с ними. Молчание – это враг,
Мешающий твоей настойчивости.
Поэтому объедини демонов твоей души. Ты знаешь врага?
Ты знаешь своего врага?
Ну, давайте же узнаем врага! Ты знаешь врага?
Ты знаешь своего врага?
Ну, давайте же узнаем врага! Бунт уже назревает,
И прошлая кровь будет отомщена.
Не ослепни из-за лжи
В твоих глазах. Насилие – это энергия.
И так будет всегад.
Насилие – это энергия,
А молчание – это враг.
Так что давайте утроим революцию! Ты знаешь врага?
Ты знаешь своего врага?
Ну, давайте же узнаем врага! Ты знаешь врага?
Ты знаешь своего врага?
Ну, давайте же узнаем врага! Портреты былых кумиров сброшены
Волею большинства,
И теперь горят вместе с ними. Молчание – это враг,
Мешающий твоей настойчивости.
Поэтому объедини демонов твоей души. ¡Viva La Gloria! Hey Gloria,
Are you standing close to the edge?
Lookout to the setting sun
The brink of your vision
Eternal youth is
the landscape of life The cracks of my skin can prove
As the years will testify
Say your prayers and light a fire
We're going to start a war
Your slogans a gun for hire
It's what we waited for Hey Gloria, This is why we're on the edge
The fight of our lives been drawn to
This undying love Gloria, Viva La Gloria
You blast your name
In graffiti on the walls
Falling Through broken glass that's
Slashing through your spirit
I can hear it like a jilted crowd Gloria, where are you Gloria?
You found a home
In all your scars and ammunition
You made your bed in salad days
Amongst the ruin
Ashes to ashes of our youth She smashed her knuckles into winter
As Autumn's wind fades into black
She is the saint on all the sinners
The one that's fallen through the cracks
So don't put away your burning light Gloria, where are you are Gloria?
Don't lose your faith
To your lost naivete
Weather the storm and don't look
Back on last November
When your banners were burning down Gloria, viva la Gloria
Send me your amnesty down
To the broken hearted
Bring us the season
That we always will remember
Don't let the bonfires go out So Gloria,
Send you your message of the light
That shadows in the night.
Gloria, where's your undying love?
Tell me the story of your life Да здравствует Глория! Шрамы на моей коже доказывают многое,
Об этом же свидетельствуют и годы.
Помолись напоследок и зажги огни,
Ибо мы начинаем войну.
И пусть лозунги звучат, как выстрелы,
Это то, чего мы ждали. Эй, Глория, Мы стоим на краю,
И битва за жизнь достигла своего апогея
Как будто бессмертная любовь. Глория, да здравствует Глория,
Твое взрывное имя
Красуется на стене в виде граффити.
Ты проходишь сквозь битые стекла,
Они ранят твой дух,
И я слышу это словно крики толпы изменщиков. Глория, где ты, Глория?
Ты нашла свой дом
Среди ран и оружия.
Твоя кровать как пора юношеской неопытности,
Вся в руинах,
В развалинах твоей юности. Она сбила свои кулаки зимой,
А осенью стала печальной.
Она – святая среди всех грешников,
И прошла уже через многое,
Так что не гасите свой собственный свет. Глория, где ты, Глория?
Не теряй свою веру,
Как однажды потеряла наивность.
Погода штормит, но не оглядывайся
На прошлый ноябрь,
Когда твои знамена были сожжены. Глория, да здравствует Глория,
Снизошли помилование
Всем, у кого разбиты сердца.
Подари нам время,
Которые мы запомним навсегда,
И не дай погаснуть костру. Так что Глория,
Пришли мне свой свет,
Который пылает и в темноте.
Глория, где твоя бессмертная любовь?
Расскажи мне историю своей жизни… Before the Lobotomy Dreaming
I am only dreaming
Of another place and time
Where my family's from Singing
I can hear them singing
When the rain had washed away
All these scattered dreams Dying
Everyone's reminded
Hearts are washed in misery
Drenched in gasoline Laughter
There is no more laughter
Songs of yesterday
Now live in the underground Life before the lobotomy
Christian sang the eulogy
Sign my love a lost memory
From the end of the century Well it's enough to make you sick
To cast a stone and throw a brick
When the sky is falling down
It burned your dreams into the ground Christian's lesson is what he's been sold
We are normal and self-controlled
Remember to learn to forget
Whiskey shots and cheap cigarettes Well I'm not stoned
I'm just fucked up
I got so high I can't stand up
I'm not cursed cause I've been blessed
I'm not in love cause I'm a mess Life refugees
We're lost like refugees
Like Refugees
Were lost like refugees
The brutality of reality
Is the freedom that keeps me from Dreaming
I was only dreaming
Of another place and time
Where my family's from. Singing
i can hear them singing
When the rain had washed away
All these scattered dreams Dying
Everyone's reminded
hearts are washed in misery
Drenched in gasoline Laughter
There is no more laughter
Songs of yesterday
Now live in the underground Перед лоботомией Мечтаю.
Я только мечтаю.
О другом месте и времени,
Из которого я родом. Пою.
Я слышу, как они поют,
Когда дождь уже смыл
Все эти разрозненные мечты. Умираю.
И все когда-нибудь вспомнят
Сердца, полные отчаяния,
Насквозь промоченные в бензине. Смех.
Здесь больше нет смеха,
Былые песни
Теперь живут в подполье. Жизнь перед лоботомией,
Христиан провозгласил хвалебную речь,
Приговорил мою любовь быть забытой
В конце века. Этого достаточно, чтобы ты стал больным,
Швырни камень и брось кирпич,
Когда небо обрушится на землю –
Все твои мечты станут пеплом. Попытайся понять уроки Кристиана,
Мы нормальны и владеем собой.
Запомни это, выучи, а не забудь
Под влиянием виски и дешевых сигарет. Но я не пьян,
Мне просто не нравится этот мир,
И мне тяжело с этим жить,
Я не проклят, потому что благословлен,
Я не влюблен, потому что запутался. Жизнь ищет убежище,
Мы сами похожи на беженцев,
Мы беженцы,
Мы сами похожи на беженцев,
Жестокость реальности –
Свобода, которая меня сдерживает. Мечтаю.
Я только мечтаю.
О другом месте и времени,
Из которого я родом.
Пою.
Я слышу, как они поют,
Когда дождь уже смыл
Все эти разрозненные мечты. Умираю.
И все когда-нибудь вспомнят
Сердца, полные отчаяния,
Насквозь промоченные в бензине. Смех.
Здесь больше нет смеха,
Былые песни
Теперь живут в подполье. Christian's Inferno I got under the grip
Between the modern hell
I got the rejection letter in the mail and
It was already ripped to shreds.
Seasons in a ruin and
This bitter pill is chased with blood.
There's fire in my vein
And it's pouring out like a flood Whoa, Christian's inferno
Whoa, Christian's inferno
Whoa, Christian's inferno
Whoa, Christian's inferno This diabolic state is gracing my existence
Like a catastrophic baby
Maybe Maybe you're the chemical reaction
I am the atom bomb
I am the chosen one
Toxin your reservoir
And then return man to ape Whoa, Christian's inferno
Whoa, Christian's inferno
Whoa, Christian's inferno
Whoa, Christian's inferno Ад Кристиана Я попал в настоящие тиски
Современного ада.
Получил письмо с отказом, и
Оно уже порвано в клочья.
Наступило время руин, и
Горькая таблетка растворилась в крови.
Мои вены кипят,
Но вряд ли кровь найдет выход. О, ад Кристиана…
О, ад Кристиана…
О, ад Кристиана…
О, ад Кристиана… Это дьявольское чувство украшает мою жизнь,
Я как будто дитя катастрофы.
Может быть, ты – просто химическая реакция,
Я – атомная бомба,
Я – избранный,
И заражаю твои запасы,
А потом возвращаюсь из человека в обезьяну. О, ад Кристиана…
О, ад Кристиана…
О, ад Кристиана…
О, ад Кристиана… Last Night On Earth Text a postcard, sent to you
Did it go through?
Sending all my love to you.
You are the moonlight of my life every night
Giving all my love to you
My beating heart belongs to you
I walked for miles 'til I found you
I'm here to honor you
If I lose everything in the fire
I'm sending all my love to you With every breath that I am worth
Here on earth
I'm sending all my love to you
So if you dare to second guess
You can rest assured
That all my love's for you My heart belongs to you
I walked for miles 'til I found you
I'm here to honor you
If I lose everything in the fire
I'm sending all my love to you My beating heart belongs to you
I walked for miles 'til I found you
I'm here to honor you
If I lose everything in the fire
Did I ever make it through? ACT II CHARLATANS AND SAINTS East Jesus Nowhere Raise your hands now to testify
Your confession will be crucified
You're a sacrificial suicide
Like a dog that's been sodomized
Stand up! - All the white boys
Sit down! - All the black girls
You're the soldiers of the new world Put your faith in miracle
And it's non-denominational
Join the choir we will be singing
In the church of wishful thinking A fire burns today
Of blasphemy and genocide
The sirens of decay
Will infiltrate the faith fanatics Oh bless me lord for I have sinned
It's been a lifetime since I last confessed
I threw my crutches in "The river
Of a shadow of doubt"
And I'll be dressed in my Sunday best Say a prayer for the family
Drop a coin for humanity
Ain't this uniform so flattering?
I never asked you a god damned thing A fire burns today
Of blasphemy and genocide
The sirens of decay
Will infiltrate the faith fanatics Don't test me
Second Guess me
Protest Me
You will disappear I want to know who's allowed to breed
All the dogs who never learned to read
Missionary politicians
And the cops of a new religion A fire burns today
Of blasphemy and genocide
The sirens of decay
Will infiltrate the inside Peacemaker Well, I've got a fever
A non-believer
I'm in a state of grace
For I am the Caesar
I'm gonna seize the day
Well, call of the banshee hey hey
Hey hey hey hey hey
As God as my witness
The infidels are gonna pay Well, call the assassin
The orgasm
A spasm of love and hate
For what will divide us?
The righteous and the meek
Well, call of the wild hey hey
Hey hey hey hey hey
Death to the girl at the end of the serenade Vendetta, sweet vendetta
This beretta of the night
This fire and the desire
Shot's ringing out on a holy parasite I am a killjoy from Detroit
I drink from a well of rage
I feed of the weakness with all my love
Call up the captain hey hey
Hey hey hey hey hey
Death to the lover that you were dreaming of This is a stand off
A Molotov cocktail
On the house
You thought I was a write off
You better think again
Call the peacemaker hey hey
Hey hey hey hey hey
I'm gonna send you back to the place where it all began Vendetta, sweet vendetta
This beretta of the night
This fire and the desire
Shots ringing out on a holy parasite Well now the caretaker's the undertaker
Now I'm gonna go out and get the peacemaker
This is the neo St. Valentines Massacre
Well call up the Gaza hey hey
hey hey hey hey hey
Death to the ones at the end of the serenade
Well, death to the ones at the end of the serenade
Well, death to the ones at the end of the serenade
Well, death to the ones at the end of the serenade Last of the American Girls She puts her makeup on
Like graffiti on the walls of the heartland
She's got her little book of conspiracies
Right in her hand
She is paranoid like
Endangered species headed into extinction
She is one of a kind
She's the last of the American girls She wears her overcoat
For the coming of the nuclear winter
She is riding her bike
Like a fugitive of critical mass
She's on a hunger strike
For the ones who won't make it for dinner
She makes enough to survive
For a holiday of working class She's a runaway of the establishment incorporated.
She won't cooperate
She's the last of the American girls She plays her vinyl records
Singing songs on the even of destruction
She's a sucker for
All the criminals breaking the laws
She will come in first
For the end of the western civilization
She's an endless war
Like a hero for the lost cause
Like a hurricane
In the heart of the devastation
She's a natural disaster
She's the last of the American girls She puts her makeup on
Like graffiti on the walls of the heartland
She's got her little book of conspiracies
Right in her hand
She will come in first
For the end of western civilization
She's a natural disaster
She's the last of the American girls Murder City Desperate
But not hopeless
I feel so useless
In the murder city
Desperate
But not helpless
The clock strikes midnight
In the murder city I'm wide awake
After the riot
This demonstration
Of our anguish
This empty laughter
Has no reason
Like a bottle
Of your favorite poison We are the last call
And we're so pathetic Christian's crying
In the bathroom
And I just want to
Bum a cigarette
We've come so far,
We've been so wasted
It's written
All over our faces Город убийц Безрассудный,
Но не отчаявшийся,
Я чувствую, что никому не нужен
В этом городе убийц.
Я безрассуден,
Но не беспомощен,
И стрелки показывают полночь
В этом городе убийц. Я пробудился
После бунта.
Это – демонстрация
Нашего страдания и тоски.
И вот я смеюсь пустым смехом.
У него нет причин.
Это просто бутылка
С твоим любимым ядом. Мы издаем последний крик
И выглядим очень жалкими. Кристиан плачет
В ванной комнате.
А я всего лишь хочу
Затянуться сигаретой.
Мы зашли слишком далеко.
Наши жизни растрачены.
И эти строки
Обо всех нас. ?Viva La Gloria? (Little Girl) Little girl, little girl
Why are you crying?
Inside your restless soul your heart is dying
Little one, little one
Your soul is purging
Of love and razor blades
Your blood is surging Runaway
From the river to the street
And find yourself with your face in the gutter
Your a stray for the salvation army
There is no place like home
When you got no place to go Little girl, little girl
Your life is calling
The charlatans and saints of your abandon
Little one little one
The sky is falling
The lifeboat of deception is now sailing
In the wake all the way
No rhyme or reason
Your bloodshot eyes
Will show your heart of treason
Little girl little girl
You dirty liar
You're just a junkie
Preaching to the choir Runaway
To your lost tranquility
And find yourself with your face in the gutter
Your a stray for the dregs of humanity
There is no place like home
When you got no place to go The traces of blood
Always follow you home
Like the Mascara tears
From your getaway
Your walking with blisters
And running with shears
So unholy.
Sister of grace. Runaway
From the river to the street
And find yourself with your face in the gutter
You're a stray for the salvation army
There is no place like home
When you got no place to go Restless Heart Syndrome I've got a really bad disease
It's got me begging
On my hands and knees
Take me to the emergency
'Cause something seems to be missing
Somebody take the pain away
It's like an ulcer bleeding in my brain
Send me to the pharmacy
So I can lose my memory I'm elated
Medicated
Lord knows I tried to find a way to run away. I think they found another cure
For broken hearts and feeling insecure
You'd be surprised what I endure
What make you feel so self-assured? I need to find a place to hide
You never know what could be
Waiting outside
The accidents that you could find
it's like some kind of suicide So what ails you is what impales you
I feel like I've been crucified to be satisfied I'm a victim of my symptom
I am my own worst enemy
You're a victim of you're symptom
You are your own worst enemy
Know your enemy I'm elated
Medicated
I am my own worst enemy
So what ails you is what impales you
You are your own worse enemy
You're a victim of the system
you are your own worst enemy
You're a victim of the system
You are your own worst enemy ACT III HORSESHOES AND AND HANDGRENADES Horseshoes and Handgrenades I'm not fucking around
I think I'm coming out
All the deceivers and cheaters
I've think we've got a bleeder right now
Want you to slap me around
Want you to knock me out
Well, you missed me kissed me
Now you better kick me down Maybe you're the runner up
But the first one to lose the race
Almost only really counts in
Horseshoes and hand grenades I'm gonna burn it all down
I'm gonna rip it out
Well, everything that you employ
Was meant for me to destroy
To the ground now
So don't you fuck me around
Because I'll shoot you down
I'm gonna drink, fight and fuck
And pushing my luck
All the time now Maybe you're the runner up
But the first one to lose the race
Almost only really counts in
Horseshoes and hand grenades Demolition, self-destruction
What to annihilate
The age-old contradiction
Demolition, self-destruction
What to annihilate
The old age I'm not fucking around
I think I'm coming out
All the deceivers and cheaters
I've think we've got a bleeder right now
I'm not fucking around
G-L-O-R-I-A The Static Age Can you hear the sound of the static noise?
Blasting out in stereo
Cater to the class and the paranoid
Music to my nervous system
Advertising love and religion
Murder on the airwaves
Slogans on the brink of corruption
Vision of blasphemy, war and peace
Screaming at you I can't see a thing in the video
I can't hear a sound on the radio
In stereo in the static age Billboard on the rise in the dawn's landscape
Working your insanity
Tragic Ala madness and concrete
Coca Cola execution
Conscience on a cross and
You're hearts in a vice
Squeezing out your state of mind
Are what you own that you cannot buy?
What a fucking tragedy, strategy
Screaming at you. I can't see a thing in the video
I can't heart a song on the radio
In stereo in the static age I can't see a thing in the video
I can't hear a sound on the radio
In stereo in the static age Hey hey it's the static age
this is how the west was won
Hey hey it's the static age millennium All I want to know
Is a god-damned thing
Now what's in the medicine
All I want to do is
I want to breathe
Batteries are not included
What's the latest way that a man can die
Screaming hallelujah?
Singing out "The dawn's early light"
The silence of the rotten, forgotten
Screaming at you. I can't see a thing in the video
I can't hear a sound on the radio
In stereo in the static age I can't see a thing in the video
I can't hear a sound on the radio
In stereo in the static age I can't see a thing in the video
I can't hear a sound on the radio
In stereo in the static age I can't see a thing in the video
I can't hear a sound on the radio
In stereo in the static age
The static age 21 Guns Do you know what's worth fighting for,
When it's not worth dying for?
Does it take your breath away
And you feel yourself suffocating?
Does the pain weigh out the pride?
And you look for a place to hide?
Did someone break your heart inside?
You're in ruins One, 21 guns
Lay down your arms
Give up the fight
One, 21 guns
Throw up your arms into the sky,
You and I When you're at the end of the road
And you lost all sense of control
And you're thoughts have taken their toll
When your mind breaks the spirit of your soul
Your faith walks on broken glass
And the hangover doesn't pass
Nothing's ever built to last
You're in ruins One, 21 guns
Lay down your arms
Give up the fight
One, 21 guns
Throw up your arms into the sky,
You and I Did you try to live on your own
When you burned down the house and home?
Did you stand too close to the fire?
Like a liar looking for forgiveness from a stone When it's time to live and let die
And you can't get another try
Something side this heart has died
You're in ruins One, 21 guns
Lay down your arms
Give up the fight
One, 21 guns
Throw up your arms into the sky,
You and I American Eulogy Mass Hysteria
Sing us a song of the century
That sings like American eulogy
The dawn of my love and conspiracy
Of forgotten hope and the class of 13
Tell me a story into that goodnight
Sing us a song for Me Mass Hysteria
Mass Hysteria
Mass Hysteria
Mass Hysteria Red alert is the color of panic
Elevated to the point of static
Beating into the heart of the fanatics
And the neighborhood's a loaded gun
Idle thought leads to full-throttle screaming
And the welfare is asphyxiating
Mass confusion is all the new rage
And it's creating a feeding ground
For the bottom feeders of hysteria Mass Hysteria
Mass Hysteria
Mass Hysteria
Mass Hysteria True sounds of maniacal laughter
And the deaf-mute is misleading the choir
The punch line is a natural disaster
And it's sung by the unemployed
Fight fire with a riot
The class war is hanging on a wire
Because the martyr is a compulsive liar
When he said
"It's just a bunch of niggers throwing gas into the hysteria" Mass Hysteria
Mass Hysteria
Mass Hysteria
Mass Hysteria There's a disturbance on the ocean side
They tapped into the reserve
The static response is so unclear now
Mayday this is not a test!
As the neighborhood burns, American is falling
Vigilantes warning you
Calling Christian and Gloria Modern World
I don't want to live in the modern world
I don't want to live in the modern world
I don't want to live in the modern world
I don't want to live in the modern world I'm the class of 13
In the era of dissent
A hostage of the soul
On a strike to pay the rent
The last of the rebels
Without a common ground
I'm gonna light a fire
Into the underground I don't want to live in the modern world
I don't want to live in the modern world
I don't want to live in the modern world
I don't want to live in the modern world I am a nation
Without bureaucratic ties
Deny the allegation as it's written I want to take a ride to the great divide
Beyond the "Up to date"
And then neo-gentrified
The high definition for the low resident
Where the valve of your mind
Is not held in contempt
I can hear the sound of
A beating heart
That bleeds beyond a system
That's falling apart
Without money to burn
On a minimum wage
'Cause I don't give a shit
About the modern age
I don't want to live in the modern world
I don't want to live in the modern world
I don't want to live in the modern world
I don't want to live in the modern world
I don't want to live in the modern world
Mass Hysteria
I don't want to live in the modern world
Mass Hysteria
I don't want to live in the modern world
Mass Hysteria
I don't want to live in the modern world
Mass Hysteria See The Light I crossed the river
Fell into the sea
Where the non-believers
Go beyond belief
Then I scratched the surface
In the mouth of hell
Running our of service
In the blood I fell I just want to see the light
I don't want to lose my sight
I just want to see the light
I need to know what's worth the fight I've been wasted
Pills and alcohol
I've been chasing
Down the pool halls
Then I drank the water
From a hurricane
And I set a fire
just to see the flame I just want to see the light
I don't want to lose my sight
I just want to see the light
I need to know what's worth the fight I crossed the desert
Reaching higher ground
Then I found the pavement
To take the liars down
But it's gone forever
But never too late
Where the ever after
is in the hands of fate I just want to see the light
I don't want to lose my sight
I just want to see the light
I need to know whats worth the fight | 
