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Tell me something that I don’t know.
You don’t approve of the difference.
You can’t wait for things,
change to slow.
Think you do, but you, just,
just don’t get it.
And this,
is the most that.
The wool pulled over your eyes.
Just the future your bracing for.
Confuse, your, faith, with the right to shoot them down.
A choice for yourself.
You can choose for yourself,
but not for me.
And this,
is the most that.
Wool pulled over your eyes.
You disagree so, whatever.
Don’t have to shoot me down.
You never see, not, ever,
never try to pretend.
Its just as easy.
Its not your right.
Its not your body.
And if it was,
and you are the target of,
so much hate in your bones.
And I shoot and you kill,
and you kill,
and you kill.
This, is, not, your, choice.
- Album:
- Miscellaneous
- Slip
- Economic Poetry
- Alterno-Daze: 90s Natural Selection
- Revelation: 100
- CMJ New Music Monthly, Volume 19: March 1995
- The Alternative Mixture
- CMJ New Music Monthly, Volume 1: July 1993
- Dine Alone
- Revelation 100: A Fifteen Year Retrospective of Rare...
- In-Flight Program
- Quicksand
- Revelation Records: Crash Course
- Omission
- Crossing All Over! Volume 4
- Rock am Ring: 10 Jahre
- Quicksand / Stanford Prison Experiment
- Illuminant
- Interiors