AMERICAN STANDARDS LYRICS

1. Self (En)titled

The distraction last a little while, but the problem still remains/We're measuring our happiness in wealth and capital gains/We rose above our fathers, but our ethics hit the wall/We're taking all the shortcuts to appear we're twice as tall/But we are nothing/No one/Less than that if modest.

2. Raised By Wolves

You've been hand fed/Then misled/You've been beating the horse because you don't want to die all alone/Who is worse/The one who's feeding you lies/Or you for just swallowing them whole/Raised by wolves/We've been raised by wolves/Thoughts worming inward/Am I the hunter or the hunted/I guess we'll find out the answer when we're both dead/My heart, my compass/My coup de grace/We fought for so much more but always settle for so much less/The dream is over.

3. Bottom Feeder

These poison fingertips/The venom on your lips/Taste of regret and the mistakes that you have made/Misery loves company/I'm the death of that party/Bottom feeder/Parasite/You seize the day/I'll seize the night/Parasite/Devil lady/Release your grip/You've got a hold of me, but you ain't seen nothing yet/If you've got the knife, I've got the disease/I want to cut every bit of it out of me/I want to build you up just to knock you down/Fill half your cup just to watch you drown/We're the best at finding all the bad/We don't care what we've got/It's what we do not have/Bottom feeder/Parasite/You seize the day/And I will seize the night.

4. Paradigm Alt+Shift+Delete

Sent down to corporate gallows/Stepping stones for the strong to survive/Hanging from neck ties as we swing/We don't have the look, no we don't have the face for your new business model/I'll be gone a long time, baby/I'll be gone a long time, honey/Overworked and underpaid/Coffins for cubicles and I'm underdressed/A wolf in sheep's clothing at the company masquerade/Soul train down the profit margin/I'm just trying to keep my head above the water/It's getting harder everyday/Becoming one with the machine/I don't know where it ends and where we begin/remove the heart but demand the function/All for progress and production.

5. Harvester

Now is the time we figure things out or we both go our separate ways/Have they taken our will and the thrill of the fight or are we giving them hell to pay/It's not alright/It's not okay/It's not the way things have to be/It's gone on too long/Complacently/Comfortably numb/The human disease/Abstract oblivion/All fore mentioned just doublespeak/We're overwhelmed with the underwhelming/Over fed and starving for more/Buying all the pitch is selling/If the good die young/What am I trying for/Still life surrealist/You've lost your way/We've found the movement in the rhythm of the beat/Our destiny is machine made/Living life through these minor chords/Taking the path of least resistance instead of following our hearts/Flat-lined/No we don't have a pulse/Our blood is on the market/Stock prices are falling/The thief has broken in but there is nothing left to steal/Robbed of each last dignity/Salivating at the kill/A televised rendition of this lethal injection/Perfecting imperfections peeling back each layer of skin/If this blood in my veins was oil, they'd kill me, bleed me dry, salivating at each last drop/We put a price on our time/We put a price on our life/We put a price on our heart and now we have nothing left to sell.

6. The Red Queen

Do the worker bees die on their knees through the time lines that they live/Devoted to the red queen and the hives best practices/The innate capacity to understand /Decipher the blueprints to master plans devised thousands of years ago/March to the drum/The trumpets false prophets/Propaganda the dialog of choice/Rewired brains/Antennas receptive to what's black and what's white/Diluting our minds/Stand idly by/Find comfort in submission/Assembly line editions/From cradle to grave, we've romanced the idea that silence is golden/Seducing the mainstream with my punk rock ideals/Hey worker bees/Hey soldier ants/With tongues sharp as knives you must clench your teeth/Speak up/A revolution built upon sound bites/Falling in and out of the context.

7. Still Life

We took two separate paths but we didn't meet in the middle/No, sometimes it feels we're right back where we began/Disappointed at an endless world of impossibilities and the overwhelming obstacles along the way/Facing barricades that warn do not pass/Shattered dreams like broken glass/So we shrug it all off and get on with a laugh/I take one step forward for each two steps back/I'm constantly moving but not getting anywhere/So I start running just to stay in place/We are more than what we have become/We aren't mirror images of what we're supposed to be/When I thought I had hit the bottom, you handed me a shovel/But maybe, baby we were buried from the beginning/Oh, I feel I've been digging 26 years just to get to ground level/So I climb and I climb to get to rock bottom/Sometimes I feel I'm stuck in the still life.







AMERICAN STANDARDS LYRICS