Tilt
past the point
Almost to the point
Where in the past I've given up
But this time something keeps
On telling me I've got to go on
So now I will try to get the
Lead out of my blood and lose
The paralyzing lies
That shower from above
I must strengthen my
Constitution
I must gather my
Resolve
I've got to muster every
Ounce of my resistance
Self inflicted doom
Has left me open and exposed
To every sickness every fallacy
That's going around
I will not succumb to the belief
That others hold that there is
No defense against infection
As I've been told
We're tolerant to the wrongs
Dealt out with regularity
Our toxic level is drawn
From sheer lack of humanity
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- Hinterland
- Been Where? Did What?
- Play Cell
- Miscellaneous
- Viewers Like You
- Til It Kills
- Show & Tell: A Stormy Remembrance of TV Theme Songs
- Fat Music, Volume 4: Life in the Fat Lane
- Fat Music, Volume 3: Physical Fatness
- Angus
- Fat Music, Volume 1: Fat Music for Fat People
- Glory Daze
- Boys Lie
- Rockmotor
- Punk Rawk Explosion, Volume 3
- Short Music for Short People
- A Compilation of Warped Music
- Wrecktrospective
- Fat Music, Volume 2: Survival of the Fattest
- Gun Play