You've summoned a demon to sing like a bird
and I've got so much to say but I can't think of a thing
Well, I'm sure you love her. Oh, I'm sure you love hurt.
I'll die as a sheep, at best a working bee.

THIS IS A SONG FOR THE FEINDS!
THIS IS A SONG FOR EVERYONE WHO CAN NEVER GET SLEEP!

God damn this filthy box; I know that everything is lost to distorted thoughts. There's a liar among us drawing near. It's so sad to point out but you're covered in fear. 
Smoke in
Smoke in 
Smoke!

I'M COMMING APART AT THE SEAMS
WE'RE ALL ADDICTED TO LIFE BUT NO ONE KNOWS WHAT IT MEANS
THIS IS A SONG FOR THE FEINDS
THIS IS A SONG FOR EVERYONE WHO CAN NEVER GET SLEEP

Just a face with a nose, deaf, stupid, and blind. 
And I can feel in my bones but it's numb on the inside.
And we could go for broke and make a break for sea.
And now we're all out of dope and now the car is on E.
And this symphony of foul disgrace,
Is like desperate fiend with a broken face. 
We lie awake and ashamed in the back of the room.
We're getting lit up on gin and fucking smoke in the womb.
Smoke in
Smoke in 
SMOKE IN THE WOMB!

The White Album

Facebreaker

Eyes peeled in a parking lot
Thinking fast but the clock is stopped
Eyes peeled for an early death in an orange jumpsuit with crooked cops

Oh disenchantment
I know you so well
Desperation
Claws at the back of my mind

So they drew a little line
So they drew a little line in the dirt
To keep the nonsense out of the church
And then we had a little line
To split the angeles from hell
Oh you read me so well

Complacency
Is setting in
Rejecting phone calls
Avoiding close friends

And we work so hard
To defeat ourselves
(run and hide)
Take a page from a pretty book- with something ugly inside

Ten have a little line
Then have a little pat on the back
Lets make a toast
To the death of progress
And the birth of profit

Spitting in the mirror
You're looking hollow around the eyes
And you can't
You can't escape yourself
For this distortion of the mind
And the feeling of desperation

There's a fine line between where we are and back when we were fun

Distractions and white- lies
Nothing can stop me now
Not even myself
Fiend for a quick- high
Cause you're feeling so low

High and alone
Congratulations- you got your wish
High and alone
Congratulations..


Fuck- im stuck in a rut that goes no-where
And im getting there quick
I'd love to go back to the start- but life's not fair
I'd kill for a fix

Fuck your churches and souls
I live a curse in a hole
Fuck your churches and souls
I live a curse in a hole

12 Step

change your name - and cut that hair - cause you're in this for the fame and life has never been fair - but thats okay - they'll take you in - expenses paid - forget your friends - just sign here - and don't be scared - to be someone you're not - this business is as far from art - as your religion is from any god - there's a man on the west coast - who can make you a star - you could be living the good life - for a simple price - i been down to the bottom - i drank from the fountain of youth - but it didn't spare me a day - get out of this place, while you still can - cause i've been where you're headed, and it aint what it seems

the sun set on the beach, we washed away with the tide - cause i was your friend all the time, and just myself of the side - it started off with a faint spark, and a gentle breeze - but everything we had burned up with the trees

i see little blindfolded fakes scrambling to the top of the compost heap - on bloody knees with mtv in the back of their throats - with skinny jeans and straightened hair and whitened teeth - telling crooked lies

i've been to the bottom of the world and back - in desperate search for all the heart and the soul i lack - but all i found was gomorrah by the sea - and all i lost was the faith you had in me - then i thought back to your laughter and missed the sound - and i thought back to the tireruts in the quicksand on the ground - so young so hopeless, so eager to give - got busy trying to die, cause i was too scared to live, i was too scared to live

i traded all my shades to keep a sinkhole full for a while (with a bitter taste in my chest)- but i missed my greener self, and your golden smile (i was a pitiful mess) - tried to forget who i was, Dust Off the back of my eyes (breathing through my shirt) - living day to day, with my face in the dirt (cause i've never been happy - never been hurt)

i met a homeless man - in a restaurant - holes in his wornout dear foams, black from the sun - he said i'm coming back from the west coast - empty wallet - nothing but bones - asked him where are you headed, dead man? to an old friend i used to love, Orlando, i'm coming home

he was half myself and half an empty shell - in apathetic descent towards his personal hell - had to abandon the verse to clear a spot for the chorus - but there's still time to plant new trees in the forest

i was ready to die - BUT THE MUSIC KEPT US ALIVE - i heard a familiar voice from the brown part of your opiate eyes - everything that it said, was what i already knew - and i was scared to believe, but i know it was true

i was ready to die - BUT THE MUSIC KEPT US ALIVE - i heard a familiar voice from the brown part of your opiate eyes - everything that it said, was what i already knew - it didn't sound like a dead man, but i know it was you.

I'll See You In Orlando, Larry

at times- we all feel like we are just fools and slaves
what is a live in a dark room and being chained to a crate?
our lives are just bi-products used for economic gain
i'll never breathe fresh air again- and you're the one to blame

there's- no- sunshine- for me today
there's- no- sunshine
there's- no- sunshine- for me today
there's- no- sunshine

someone ask me what my life is really worth
it's a shame we were never truly- members of the earth
stunned to the back of the head- skinned alive and deprived
we never had feelings because we were- never truly alive

there's- no- sunshine- for me today
there's- no- sunshine
there's- no- sunshine- for me today
there's- no- sunshine

no one will save us from ourselves
how far will we go to obtain the wealth?
no one will save us from ourselves
how far will we go to obtain the wealth?

i.
i had to burn.
i had to burn what i saw.
one.
one thing i know.
one thing i know this is all wrong.
i.
i had to burn.
i had to burn what i saw.
one.
one thing i know.
one thing i know this is all wrong.

Western Shock

Veal

either way
and we all live on while the good die young

there's no tomorrow guaranteed today- we're all gonna die anyway
roll the dice, you don't get to live twice
it's like smoking cigarettes and holding sticks of dynamite

round and around we go (spiraling towards the earth)
and nothin matters maybe don't you know? (i can't tell which is worse)

(either way) this life exhausts everyone
(either way) the light dies like a setting sun
(either way) until walking dead- we have become
(either way) and we all live on while the good die young

the time we borrow- is just wasting away
while false idols remain on display (FUCK KANYE)
genuine people are a dying light
if real recognize real, i must be losing sight.

the frustration's building up in me (can't you see?)
i'm not alone but it's all i can see (grab your kerosene)

(either way) this life exhausts everyone
(either way) the light dies like a setting sun
(either way) until walking dead- we have become
(either way) and we all live on while the good die young

it's hard to be a burning joint, in a world so cold
we are screaming for connection, but you're stuck on your phones
and if you haven't noticed, something's terribly wrong
we all wanna save the world but- we wanna be left alone

(either way) this life exhausts everyone
(either way) the light dies like a setting sun
(either way) until walking dead- we have become
(either way) and we all live on while the good die young

the good die young
the good die youngggg
the good die youngggg

rage. rage. rage.
they'll take and take and take and take
everything you have, everything you love, everything you are
till all you have is nothing left
nothing left to say, nothing left to do, nothing left to hide
but now there's nothing left to lose
let your light shine, let your light shine, let your light

Dying Light (The Good Die Young)

dominion- over your fellow man
is false. is false. is false.
what gives you the right to live above the law?
your time is drawing to an end- your reign will fall like frightened sheep
your house will weep- tears of fucking blood
if mud is all we are- what gives you the right to control- our lives
take it to the streets
ninety nine percent of the worlds feet pounding concrete
can you feel the beat? (can you feel the beat)
that's the sound of victory- this land belongs to you and me
its time- its time-we

kill the king
liberate yourselves- from the yoke of tyranny
kill the king
take up arms with us- until royal blood- flows forth like a fucking sea
to save our family trees from the drought
we're gonna show the king what fucking freedom's all about.

patriotic peasants- blue collars painted red
high time the hierarchy- was placed upon its head
all your beasts of burden- have broken down their pens
they'd rather go down fighting- than be locked up again

this is the day- the sheep kill the shepherd
cause and effect- of things not getting better
will you be there- when it all turns back around
i was there the day- we burned the farmhouse down
paying attention means reading every letter
we can't complain about rain when we made the weather
theres- no need to hide our faces now
i was there the day- we burned the farmhouse down

kill the king
and now the bloods on my hands
and running down both sides of the street
kill the king
i guess your castle's only made of sand
the stones turned to dust- underneath our feet
and we're gonna turn it under and plant new seeds
exterminate this tyranny
cause and effect and effect it travels on
over and over again until we're gone

and then we tear the fucking statues down.

Kingslayer

The New World Order

The Hour of Reckoning

The Last Hurrah

From the sweltering sludge of east Houston,
the muddy gutters of a drug infested, dumping ground of toxicity both literally and socially. You don't really know as it hides behind a big orange glow in the east powered by America's leading companies as they continue to poison, ravish, plunder, and farm their never-ending war of profits. But Hey, there's food on the table, right?

We are a band formed by depression, isolation, anger, drug abuse, and the need to express ourselves creatively.  Being in that place, your options for young raw creative expression was suppressed and oppressed. It's like this, you either get a scholarship, join the military, come from money, work in the plants, become an addict, or go to prison. That's where we called home. 
Our music is the product of these experiences. 

Thank you for giving us a listen.

Versa Nova

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