AT ALL COST LYRICS

1. Death To Distraction

Death to distraction.
Reverse the resurrection.
Today we say what is not said or read, and I'll bring to life what is now dead.
No, this is not a message to me or you, but rather a call to arms, we arm with the truth.
We are at war but what is it for?
They say on the screen "democracy's dream" but why don't they trace the blood back to the green?
We are at war and that's what we die for.
Death to distraction.
Reverse the resurrection.
Today we say what is not said or read, and I'll bring to life what is now dead.
No, he did not have support to declare war, and there is no help so we must send more.
Why must it be?
It profits not me?
The shepard lets sheep die in their sleep, and then feeds on the land of those who won't reap.
To satisfy greed "be all that you can be!"
Death to distraction.
Reverse the resurrection.
This whole production was a lie, we'd buy, but what's not staged is that we'd die to try and save what he's tapping.
Blood for oil, now that you're listening...
These are some hard times but we had them coming, we were the ones who went out and voted him in.
He called a mandate and our hopes were choking, but just take deep breaths and remember we're oxygen.
Turn off your T.V.
Screens, put your ears to the street, they are laughing, but how long will that be?
Decide.

2. The Formula

Let me set the formula for a utopia, shattered dreams and bourgeoisie schemes leave classes to up-rise.
Take a theory raise awareness, class-consciousness, then arm for the coup d'etat, strikes, and for the resistance.
Don't let your fears stray the goal.
The present is not what we perceived it to be, current culture will not thrive through this time.
Release me from this binding exponential downward spiral.
Everything we say we need serves to lock us in.
Praise leader's words, then return to the fight, and the strikes, until you have won it all.
Then rebuild by learning from previous mistakes, keep history close to your heart and your mind.
And never forget to stand against all opposition, and base a society from this one thing, it's...
Freedom.
Raise a voice for a change, stay up way up, for your own cause, it's better now than never so.

3. Human Now

My words are divine as yours.
I will break your fucking neck and blow your fucking mind now, please remain calm this bomb will soon detonate.
It leaves you with room to think and some sense of know how, for you to see your wrongs cast in a new light.
Fuck your perspective I say we claim that fact depends, if it's in my eye or if it's in your mind.
Have you found answers?
Are you god?
Look at me, gods are nothing, unfound perspectives, they are nothing.
My words are divine as yours.
Look in look in into their eyes, do they have masks on?
And do they have what you and I would agree?
Can you see outside your mind or can you see at all?
Can't you see that bias blinds all of the time?
Fuck your perspective I say we claim, that fact depends if it's in my eye or if it's in your mind.
Have you found answers?
Are you god?
Look at me, gods are nothing, unfound perspectives, they are nothing.
Demise mind, despise mind.
The time to move is now because it's our time to move you.
(Do they have masks on?).
Now, it's our time, to move you, it's our time, to move you.
Nothing.
Words become nothing, hot wisdom tears into your skull and tears out rationale.
The key to life is to just let things by, what's in for us if we can't reconcile?
You are a human now, you require order no more, you require truth no more.
The key to life is to just let things by, what's in for us if we can't reconcile?
Who what when where why?
We are the ones who die.

4. Polish The Nightmare

They see the automation and they will not default.
We accept these devious schemes because there are no morals in this economy.
No heart.
Polish up the nightmare and call it the american dream.
Blood runs from your sockets and fills their pockets.
They laugh while we scream.
They see the automation and they will not default.
We accept these devious schemes because there are no morals in this economy.
Wait wait wait wait, your placation is your grave.
Facade, facade, just look at his body.
He is broken, serving jihad.
Appease god?
Oh please god, your young feed the flames of the firing squad.
They see the automation and they will not default.
We accept these devious schemes because there are no morals in this economy.
Wait wait wait wait, your placation is your grave.
No morals.
I can't stand to see you die, so follow me into this fight.
Sound check, can they hear the drums that we sing to now play new beats?
Follow me with arms tonight.

5. Right Now

Well it's been a long time coming, and I will not let this keep us down.
We will not stand by and have you make moves for us.
The time has come to hear us out, and I'll scream until your ears bleed.
Now, right now, this is our time, our time to rise, come on let's go.
Now, right now, don't let it slide, the time to decide is now.
"play" that's what I hear them saying, but it's more than fun and games, my will, I won.
It's time to take action let's unite this faction now and "race to what dreams are made of" but lap one has just begun,
And I swear I'm not the only one.
Now, right now, don't let it slide, the time to decide is now.
Can you hear me?
Right now I'm talking to you, we get a big kick back for the blood of our youth.
Can you hear me?
Right now I'm talking to you, we get new policies in place of the truth.
If I cannot break free, how will they remember me? (can you leave or can you love?) you cannot say we owe you or this industry.
Leave the starving wage slaves scraps that you don't eat.
This is what I live, this is what I love, this is what I breathe.
Revolutions come to claim the industry.
You can't bank g's, you can't break dreams, you can't break me.
Three years of playing shows, the record died.
Learn and grow from mistakes, all DIY, promise the world to us and then, take your contract, take it all back, this is our time.
Suffocate bureaucracy, and let them rot.

6. Fabricated

Consider that...
Everything is biased in our eyes.
Our creations and logic are a veiled disguise.
I want you to see everything I have seen, but perspective dies as it exits our being.
Our deepest thoughts and our visions they all die, as we force them out and into a language of lies.
The song you now hear is nothing more than one I sing, a dream is just a dream, we can't see past what we've seen.

7. Noches Desesperadas

[Instrumental]

8. The Irony

Forget our names for one day, just how will we repent unmarked graves.
Put a face to the names and that is terrorism, the world court proclaimed.
Oh no, there he goes again, accusations tear their world apart, he leaves when he gets what he wants and so grows another seed of hate.
This seed of hate then grows up only knowing death.
Civil wars and genocide become their gauge, and our memory fades.
But what happens when they think about that seed?
"USA is the one to blame for this" and "USA is the cause of all our dead" so "Seek revenge, attack them"
"Burn, how does it feel to see your loved ones die? Now you know how we feel."
The tragedy is what your policies do to us while "saving democracy", now that's the irony.
No good can come from lies.

9. This Pen

This pen is my heart's desire, no I will not conspire to perceive your lies.
I feel we have found a better way to make our mark.
I feel that it lies in how I choose to live my life.
Your faith, in my words, will lead you to see a new light or maybe you just might feel fine when something strikes you as odd.
So spare me, the cliche that you have walked this mile and tell me you plan on breaking down what you have had to hold.
Because I refuse to let this world bring me down, your hate only makes me stronger.
I found a better way to say "fuck everything".
Thank you for making attempts at this, well I know it's hard at first.
Your ego reflects on everything you do, this time it's bigger than me or you.
So many times you asked for me to write about the times we had, well I'm sorry baby but I've got news, bad news...
This pen is my way to move.
My pay, to this world lies in these words that I write, this is the way.
And I'll stay where I feel that I make a difference,
There's no way that your hate of ideals will breach into my heart,
So I ask, retort to this desire being not for you, my desire is for a revolution.

10. The Hook

I plan to wait through, I anticipate your touch, and your love.
What should I do with the time I have away from your touch and on the road when all I want to do is stare in your beautiful eyes?
Now listen, this is my one month promise.
Being tired never felt this good, and falling in love never felt so real.
Rise and shine, I give thanks for what we have.
I hold all pride, in my commitment to you.
Time ends when I'm with you, a moment without you feels like years.
Everyday I wake up, and every night in bed, all I do is think about how you mean the world to me.
I promise I'll do what you ask me to.
I count down the days until you leave, come home soon and safely.
And as for now here is a kiss and my word to be true to you.
This is my one month promise to you.
What should I do with the time I have away from your touch and on the road when all I want to do is stare in your beautiful eyes?

11. It Burns Black

[Instrumental]

12. The Return

This is the return, a time for change and things have not, this is the return to the roots and movements of our mothers and fathers.
It's power to the people and 2 years of protested war makes this country's dose something that's lethal,
This country's voice is to be heard.
Can you hear me?
The resistance of the system.
The saul alynskies and the allen ginsbergs of the 2-1 era.
Human rights will return, don't say "well maybe".
Our 1st amendments will return.
Make these walls respect, or they shall burn.
This is a breakdown, this is a roll call, will you join the fight?
The true power of protest.
Can you hear the battle cries?
By the dawn's early light.
What so proudly we would hail breaks down before our eyes.
The return is the first step, we have the pen so now let's write, our history.

13. What Is Left To Inspire?

What is left to inspire?
A fabricated facade out of a perfect world replaces the old.
I loathe this decaying society and culture, there are no more heroes, there's no hope anymore.
Generations of literary masterpieces and avant-garde aesthetics are now buried
Between the trend of the week and between you and me there's no sense of decency.
Culture is a joke, everyone is dead inside.
Nothing is right anymore, as black coats my eyes I renounce it all.
Because we are brought up with blinders to know right from wrong, consequently well one man's morals are another man's bombs.
This world is filled with death and hate, this world's filled with hate.
And millions have died as a means to their end, and millions more will die as they seek their revenge, so I will rise above.
I can now rise above.







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