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The Decline
Where are all these stupid people from
and how did they get to be so dumb
Bred on purple mountain range
Feed amber waves of grains
To lesser human beings, zero feelings

Blame it on human nature, man's destiny
Blame it on the greediocracy
The fear of God, the fear of change, the fear of truth

Add the Bill of Rights, subtract the wrongs,
There's no answers
Memorize and sing Star spangled songs,
When the questions
Aren't ever asked is anybody learning from the past
We're living in united stagnation

Father what have I done.
I took that 22. A gift for me from you
to bed with me each night.
Kept it clean polished it well.
Cherished every cartridge every shell

Down by the creek under brush under dirt
There's a carcass of my second kill
Down at the park under stone under pine
There's a carcass of my brother William

Brother where have you gone to I swear
I never thought I could I see so many times
They told me to shoot straight, don't pull the trigger squeeze,
that will insure a kill, a kill is what you want
To kill is why we breed

The Christians love their guns the church and NRA
Pray for their salvation prey on lower faiths

The story book's been read and every line believed
The curriculum's been set logic is a threat
Reason searched + seized

Jerry spent some Time in Michigan
A 20 year vacation After all he had a dime
A dime is worth a Lot more in Detroit
A dime in California Just a 20 dollar fine

Jerry only stayed A couple months
It's hard to enjoy
Yourself while bleeding out the ass
Asphyxiation is simple and fast
It beats 17 fun years of being someone's bitch

Don't think Drink your wine Watch the fire burn
His problems not mine just be that model citizen

I wish I had a schilling for every senseless killing
I'd buy a government. America's for sale and
You can get a good deal on it and make a healthy profit,
Or maybe tear it apart. You start with assumption,
That a million people are smart, smarter than one.

Serotonin's gone, she gave up, drifted away

Sara fled though process gone
She left her answering machine on
The greeting left spoken sincere
Messages no one will ever hear

10,000 messages a day a million more transmissions lay
Dead victims of the laissez faire
10,000 voices, 100 guns, 100 decibels turns to one,
One bullet, one empty head
Now with serotonin gone

The man that used to speak
Performs a cute routine.
Feel a little patronized.
Don't feel bad.
They found a way inside your head
And you feel a bit misled.
It's not that they don't care.
The television's put a thought inside your head
Like a Barry Manilow
Jingle I'd like to teach the World to sing in perfect
Harmony a symphonic blank Stare.
It doesn't make you care.
Not designed to make you care.
They're betting you wont care.

They'll place a wager on your greed, a wager on your pride
Why try to beat them when a million others tried.

We are the whore. Intellectually spayed.
We are the queer. Dysfunctionally raised.

One more pill to kill the pain, (3x)
Living through conformity
One more prayer should keep me safe.
One more prayer to keep us warm
One more prayer to keep us safe
There's gonna be a better place

Lost the battle lost the war
Lost the things worth living for
Lost the will to win the fight.
One more pill to kill the pain.

The going gets tough the tough get debt
Don't pay attention pay the rent
our next of kins pay for your sins
A little faith should keep us safe

Save us

The human existence is failing resistance
Essential. The future written off. The odds are
Astronomically against us only moron and genius
Would fight a losing battle against the super ego.
When giving in is so damn comforting

And so we go on with our lives
We know the truth but prefer lies
Lies are simple. Simple is bliss.
Why go against tradition when we can
Admit defeat. Live in decline.
Be there victim of our own design
With status quo built on suspect.
Why would anyone stick out their neck
Fellow members of club. We've got ours.
I'd like to introduce you to our host.

He's got his and I've got mine.
Meet The Decline.

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