A song I wrote regarding my personal stance on frivolous and late term abortion.

Lyrics:
You've betrayed your own human nature and sold yourself out for bitter irony. You'd cry over spilt milk, but not over blood. You'd count the money you've lost, but not your daughters and sons. You dehumanize to support your own lies. As a propaganda whore it's the truth you ignore. You still have your freedom and your choices were made. The choice to procreate the life that you take. And now there's blood in the water so drink from the river of your own iniquity. How will you live with yourself?
Just kill the parasite. It doesn't deserve it's own place on this Earth. Let's flip the script and turn the tables, baby, and maybe you'll understand. It could've been you. It should've been you. Is a beating heart not the measure of a man? Ignorance is no excuse for the blood that stains our hands.
This is bloodshed. This is cowardice. You are the reaper of everything you've sown, yet the redeemer of all you've never known. Free will has it's price. I've become disgusted with a selfish generation of murderers and theives. Misguided truth that they believe. Now I stand against you fueled by the last breath of countless brothers and sisters who were never given a chance. Pro life? Pro choice? How do we speak for those who have no voice?
Just kill the parasite. It doesn't deserve it's own place on this Earth. Let's flip the script and turn the tables, baby, and maybe you'll understand. It could've been you. It should've been you. Is a beating heart not the measure of a man? Ignorance is no excuse for the blood that stains our hands.
Our hearts are beating. Not beaten like those you've snuffed out. Who else would play god but the scourge of the Earth? Cowards like I used to be. Your ignorance, it knows no bounds. You scream logic and reason without a sound. Misguided, misled, your integrity has been bled. Bled dry of emotion, devoid of a heart. Closed minds are led by closed eyes. Would you trade if that life was yours? Closed minds are led by closed eyes. Would you trade? Would you trade your life?

The Unbourne Ultimatum

You're tuning in to another episode of the good ol' Josh and Kyle show. Turn it up! We've broken down the barriers of life and overcome the thought of growing old. We've been back and forth. We've had our ups and downs, but from it all came something so profound. Fairweather friends will let you down.
The true at heart will always see things through, but you can't because of the lowlife in you. Now I see what you've become. I give and you take. You take for granted everything that I've ever done for you. God damn, like a 360 slam, when the shit hits the fan you just head for the hills. 
I'm all in on the perfect moment. To show you all the cards I'm holdin'. So anty up, boys, because I've never really been one for foldin'. When the chips are down you never seem to stick around. So read 'em and weep because I play for keeps. Are you in or are you out?
When the weight of it all is dragging you under just remember, whe it's said and done and the dust has settled, that I'll be there to tell you I told you so. And I'll be there through the thick and thin because that's what friends are for. 
Don't tell me you've backtracked. Don't show me your regret. Insecurity will be the death of us all. I know you're better than this because I've seen it in you.
I'm all in on the perfect moment. To show you all the cards I'm holdin'. So anty up, boys, because I've never really been one for foldin'. When the chips are down you never seem to stick around. So read 'em and weep because I play for keeps. Are you in or are you out?
Are you in or fucking out? God damn. When shit gets real you all run for the exits. Hold your grudge while I hold my own. It's time to stand for something or sit the fuck down.
I'm all in on the perfect moment. To show you all the cards I'm holdin'. So anty up, boys, because I've never really been one for foldin'. When the chips are down you never seem to stick around. So read 'em and weep because I play for keeps. Are you in or are you?
I'm all in on the perfect moment to show you I've never been one for folding.

These boots were made for Christopher Walken (rough vox)

Eat Your Melissa Joan Heart Out

Brand new track from Texas easycore project, Hooligans.

We'll set it off like a loaded gun. With nowhere to hide and nowhere to run. You're tangled in this game you play. Manipulating in every way. You're only looking for a name to mangle, blending in those crafty angles. This will only get you so far in the end.
Love and let live. It's tough to admit a sense of brotherhood that we will never forget. You've burned me once, you'll burn me twice, but the third time's a charm. Don't panic people, it's just my heart sounding the alarm. Sound the alarm. 
Let's clear the air and make room for our time. No excuses to spare, we'll map it all out in one line. I'm sick of standing in between each and every scene. I've watched you bastardize my work while I was falling behind. I've kept my mouth shut, but not this time, this time. Fuck you. When it's all said and done you'll realize that real men rise to the occasion. Be a bigger man. 
Love and let live. It's tough to admit a sense of brotherhood that we will never forget. You've burned me once, you'll burn me twice, but the third time's a charm. Don't panic people, it's just my heart sounding the alarm. Sound the alarm. 
You've burned me once. You'll do it again. Fuck it. You're my best fucking friend. 
You'll only get so far in the end.
Love and let live. It's tough to admit a sense of brotherhood that we will never forget. You've burned me once, you'll burn me twice, but the third time's a charm. Don't panic people, it's just my heart sounding the alarm. 
Don't regret a thing. Never looking back. Don't get lost in the memories. Give it up so easily, your colors show so that we can see who you really are, who you'll always be. A lost cause, another tragedy. We'll set off like a loaded gun with nowhere to hide and nowhere to run. Nowhere to run, whoa.

Courtney Love and Let Live (demo)

We write music to incite a riot. We churn riffs to pump fists. Our only focus as a band is to put out great music for you. Nothing more and nothing less.

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