GLASS KNUCKLES Discretion is the better part of valor, but I bet it makes you bitter as well To stand on the sidelines soaking in the sight of your world going straight to Hell To the untrained eye, it might seem like an apathetic mood But in truth you're hurt and burdened by the curse of having to pick and choose So as another injustice rolls in, you've gotta make the call Will you give your life and fight or do nothing at all? You've got the muscle to move the world, but you're gonna sit this one out Because you're far too brittle for more than one battle, so you've gotta make that one count The path of least resistance leads downhill to sloth and weakness You'd rather stand and trade fists, but ask yourself, is it worth it? With those glass knuckles, you will never make it out of the first round Sometimes the toughest battle is taking the easy way... Out on your own, you're ready to explode, but you don't care to explain To those that sling their stones at you and spit right in your face They chip away at you, yet their fate rests on your shoulders The world is getting crueler and you're only getting older So close your eyes and take a breath, look back and try to find The reasons why you felt your sacrifice was justified Why would you bother to save a world too proud to ask for help? The world that loves to point the blame, but won't lift a finger to save itself The path of least resistance leads downhill to sloth and weakness You'd rather stand and trade fists, but ask yourself, is it worth it? With those glass knuckles, you will never make it out of the first round Sometimes the toughest battle is taking the easy way out With eyes open wide and patience running dry, you're looking for the cause you think you're worth But don't you know an ounce of prevention's worth a pound of cure? You should have acted years ago, now look at the mess you're in As your good intentions weigh you down, it's time to sink or swim The end is nigh and now it's time to give your life it's meaning Clench your fist and take a swing for something you believe in All the rage and tears you've held inside, well it's time to let 'em out This is gonna be a struggle, but you should be used to that by now The path of least resistance leads downhill to sloth and weakness You'd rather stand and trade fists, but ask yourself, is it worth it? With those glass knuckles, you will never make it out of the first round Sometimes the toughest battle is taking the easy way out Discretion is the better part of valor, but I bet it makes you bitter as well To stand on the sidelines soaking in the sight of your world going straight to Hell To the untrained eye, it might seem like an apathetic mood But in truth you're hurt and burdened by the curse of having to pick and choose

KILL THE LIGHTS woke up one morning to realize what I thought I was could never make any sense in this life seems all backwards and things that used to matter don't mean a fucking thing to me now 'cuz it's all like it's DEAD what that me has BECOME it's in the past just a WAS another thing that I SHRUG my tired shoulders AT least I don't have to FIND the broken part to my MIND the part I left back in TIME can never be replaced/ all my life over and over cast the dead skin off behind my shoulder as time goes by my body grows older things change shape and I change who I am all my life over and over cast the dead skin off behind my shoulder as time goes by this world seems colder but, it may just be because of the path I took/ Took a look around me to see if what I thought to be real was just a veil that lifted before my eyes fully formed and I'm sure that I was warned, But, I never really listened to that voice in the back of my MIND got all burned out and ALL the good girls turned-out, and EVERYTHING that touched me just left an everlasting SCAR that can't be mended, EVERYTHING good ended, the SHADOWS I befriended all beg me to KILL THE FUCKING LIGHTS/ Now, here in the dark I can see that all I really wanted to be is already a part of me waiting to be freed Now, here in the dark I can see that the way the world perceives me is so far from complete that the world to me is obsolete/ Now, here in the dark I can see that all I really wanted to be is already a part of me waiting to be freed Now, here in the dark I can see that the way the world perceives me is so far from complete that the world to me is obsolete/ Took a look around me to see if what I thought to be real was just a veil that was lifted before my eyes were fully formed, and I'm sure that I was warned, but I never really listened to the voice in the back of my MIND got all burned out and ALL the good girls turned-out, EVERYTHING that touched me just left an EVERLASTING scar that can't be mended EVERYTHING good ended, the SHADOWS I befriended all beg me to KILL THE FUCKING LIGHTS/ all my life over and over cast the dead skin off behind my shoulder as time goes by my body grows older things change shape and I change who I am all my life over and over cast the dead skin off behind my shoulder as time goes by this world seems colder but, it may just be because of the path I took/. Read more: http://blogs.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&friendId=453927829&blogId=532495366#ixzz121NV2lwh

WHERE ARE THEY NOW? Old Willie Cole used to be a good friend of mine/ where the hell did old Willie go?/ involved in killin' a man and sent off to prison/ quite a few years don't you know/ obsessed with murder and killers and horror movies plastered all over his walls/ it was just a matter of time before good old Willie slipped and let the hammer fall/ Now you're in prison for murder, dumb mother-fucker/ look what you did with your life/ now you're in prison for murder, dumb mother-fucker/ now where's that sage-like advice/ had enough hookers and drugs now, did ya boy?/ now you killed yourself a man/ now you're in prison for murder, dumb mother-fucker/ so much for your big master plan/ Steve Collins used to be someone I knew/ he ripped me off a couple of times/ fucked around and caught himself a handful of cases/ then he dropped a handful of dimes/ ratted on his buddies to keep himself out of prison/ but, he still got thrown in/ good old Steve didn't care much for life/ except for druggin' and of course stealin'/ now you're in prison again stupid mother-fucker/ always was a dumb piece of shit/ now you're in prison again, stupid mother-fucker/ never could make it legit/ ratted on your buddies and didn't amount to nothin'/ still took your ass to the penn./ now you're in prison again, stupid mother-fucker/ bet you get out and do it again, bitch/ Keith Cruz-Duerk used to be someone I jammed with/ often shared our personal thoughts/ fucked up his brain on drugs and then he picked his face off/ no more enlightening talks/ quit college early, checked his whore - what did it get him?/ that soon came to an end/ blew his inheritance money on dope and hookers/ made a lot of fair-weather friends/ Where are they now?/ Where are your money and mind, Mr. Fake Professor?/ Where is that nose in the air?/ where are your money and mind, Mr. Fake Professor?/ tell me how your life isn't fair/ mom died and left a shit-load of money to you/ where the fuck did it all go?/ where are your money and mind, Mr. Fake Professor?/ blew 'em both with nothing to show for it/ This life we lead can get pretty strange/ and, time can lead to separate/ you from the people you thought you were close to/ and, as the years they do unwind/ you, my friend, may come to find/ the story plays out differently than you planned on/ So, that's the story of three folks I used to run with back in my wilder days/ I would have ended up in a similar position/ if I wouldn't have changed my ways/ crime doesn't pay/ at least not for very long/ drugs will surely rot your brain/ learn a lesson from the former fellows of mine/ and save yourself a lot of pain/ you could go to prison like Willie Cole did/ involved in killin' a man/ you could go to prison like Steve Collins and get out and do it again/ you could blow your money and mind like Keith Cruz-Duerk/ and be a giant hypocrite/ take control of your life, yeah you've only got one/ do something better with it/.

Death Do Us Part There's been something wrong for quite some time We've been ignoring the warning signs A constant tension with no amends The best of lovers, but the worst of friends Never meant Patience spent Spend our lives Living lies Still so much pain Wounds healed in vain Two blackened hearts Death do us part Too much invested, so much at stake To end it all and go separate ways This house that we built can never burn We've already passed the point of no return The silence breaks And the earth shakes When our lives collide The silence died Live in disgust From broken trust our blackened hearts Death do us part Mistakes we made The blows we trade We point the blame To hide our shame My worst mistake Was to think we'd take Fucked from the start Death do us part Let's stop pretending that it's alright Let's not provoke another pointless fight This constant tension, it has to end All was good once. Can it be again? Opposing poles Conflicted souls Constantly collide Now inside I've died Read more: http://blogs.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&friendId=453927829&blogId=532495366#ixzz121RgUBBq

PILEDRIVER You're on top of the world and above the law Untouchable, or so you thought I'll bring you right back down with this equalizer A kick to the gut and a piledriver You equate power to money and politics But if you want real strength, you'd better hit the gym Fed from the silver spoon, you're no man of steel You wanna rule the world? You gotta go through me Sultan or senator, prince or president You love to think you're better, better think again Flesh is flesh, bone is bone And no title or throne could ever cushion the blow You make a man a ruler, ego comes with the job But now you give a man an inch, and he thinks he's a god You think you're head and shoulders above the rest But your fall from grace is gonna break your neck/ Leering, staring, pointing your fingers at me, there's one thing about me that you're still unable to see, from your soap-box high-horse seat of authority, I will bring you down to the ground and it will be physically, you better than me, son? I know you must be kidding, my fist and your face will make such a sweet collision, just like wrestlers I used to watch on television, I'll piledrive your fuckin' ass regardless of your position, title, degree, badge, or fucking collar, it's a disguise, an excuse, you're a slave to a worthless dollar, hands around your neck leave you little air left to holler, your head's been pretty swelled, but it's about to get a lot smaller, wave you ledger in my face like I even give a fuck, won't be my middle fingers but my fists that get thrown up, you've been high on the hog, but you're about to be shit out of luck, when I break you down to your component pieces, you fucking punk! Read more: http://blogs.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&friendId=453927829&blogId=532495366#ixzz126l3as6a