Lyrics
Beginning the Dynamite Era
Will we hold on or fall down, are we prepared?
To stay alive, our problem - we're not aware
of who we are, regardless
Why should we care?
This paradise was contrived and we set our eyes
to something that wasn't there
Our whole lives wasted
We never traced it
Back to ourselves, back to the choices made
Our whole lives wasted
We never faced it
Not by ourselves, not with the same misakes
And every morning, I wake up with the sudden threat
Of death and failure, my mind it caters
To thoughts that never end
Well, I'm looking for a brighter side of things
The clouds with silver lining
but I'm afraid I'll never find them
Among the thunderstorms that hide them
All is vanity
We've never been given so much control
We're taking this for granted
This is the reason why we panic
Our whole lives wasted
We never traced it
Back to ourselves, back to the choices made
Our whole lives wasted
We never faced it
Not by ourselves, not with the same misakes
Isn't it interesting, how a culture of rugged individualism
Rarely accepts responsibility for their own decisions?
Instead they chose to levy the blame on an outside force
Whether it's God, government, destiny or chance
You have no one to blame but yourself
Tragedy of the Commons
It's a culture-bound phenomenon
To prove one's worth above the others
A dog-eat-dog world, run for cover
Where do you stand?
Where do you fit in the grand scheme of things?
How do you find, your own piece of mind?
Our actions show how much we overcompensate
But we need to belong cause we fear being alone
This worlds been changing faster than we've ever wanted
Does it really feel like home? Well, we fear being alone
The sudden decline of moral fabric
The wars that were won through Cold War tactics
Progressive thought, confess to God
that its the changing of our times
Where do you stand?
Where do you fit in the grand scheme of it?
How do you find, your own piece of mind?
Well I know the future is frightening
But it's all we'll ever see
To fight for the counter-productive
It doesn't make much sense to me
Yeah I know the future is frightening
that's all it will ever be
To fight for something that's destructive
It doesn't make much sense to me
Where do stand?
Where do you fit when there's no benefit
And you're left with nothing
The choice is up to you
and after that you're through
Hawks
She doesn't have a pulse
Her daughter cries from what she's seen
The failure of a system
This war of ideologies
Has gone far past it's limit
Listen, we'll shoulder all the blame
They rely on the market expecting you to subsist
On disposable income and medical bills
How can we ignore the necessity, the necessity of life
Why can we justify our apathy, our apathy it thrives
When will we stop our complacency?
Whenever it feels right
And time and time again, we're forced to make decisions
And time and time again, we're guilty by association
Are we getting what we're paying for
or have we been deceived?
Are we really blind to all of this?
It makes no sense but we are
Ignorant, indeed
Shooty Hoops
Everywhere I look
There are some opinions I can't stand
And don't we all feel that way sometimes
But one sticks out to me
That we must fulfill our greed
Ruin artistic integrity for the sake of short-term marketability
I'll be driving home for the holidays
Listen to the radio and all the stupid shit that gets played
We don’t stand a chance
It must connect to the emotions of the audience
We cannot have them thinking on their own
If we keep them focused on relationships and their high school crush
We've done our part, let's go home
What a standard, a restricting formula
That never allows my voice to get heard
You can go and sing those songs all day long
And realize that
there's no substance to their words
I'll be sitting at home for the holidays
Watch the daily countdown shows and all the stupid shit that gets played
We don’t stand a chance
Reverberations
Let this be another angst-ridden album
Let it be another band that tugs at your heartstrings
When you're alone
It's nothing but a quick fix
The lyrics from your favorite songs
are the things that just can't save you from
Vicious cycles of self-deprecation coupled with
Victims and assholes that feed into that masochistic mindset
Vicious cycles, and they're capitalizing off of you
Sat in a room full of pseudo-intellectuals
Having a conversations about emotion and
It's role in the music we play
In the music of our day
They said they prefered the grunge rock era
Like that was much better (lol)
After all, we are like noises inside a hall
That reverberate all across these walls
After all, we don't sustain for long
'Til we're drowned out by the silence
Would we better known if we wrote more love songs?
Why is it that we must conform to something so wrong?
The manufacturing of emotions in an assembly line
I'd rather have my pride, take this away from me
It seems like we're stuck in the wrong place and time
Time, It will wash away this innocuous trend
Time, It will bring us back to home again
Time, It will clear the road for us
We still have it in our hearts to put an end to these
Vicious cycles of self-deprecation coupled with
Victims and assholes that feed into that masochistic mindset
Vicious cycles, and they're capitalizing off of you