LYRICS

DENOMINATIONS (MP3)
I don't care what your denomination is: drunk punk, straight edge, skinhead, or emo kid. There is more to this protest than pointing that finger. Insipid complacency will waste you. Cheap thrills aren’t so cheap after all. Think you're strong and then ya fall. [-matt svendsen]

STATE OF ALERT VS. SCHOOL OF AMERICAS
Henry rollins would be ashamed. His old band name dragged trough the mud. S.o.a.–no longer just old hardcore, but a government force to be hated! Terrorists trained in georgia for interrogation and torture. Killing thousands in latin americas. Henry’s right to be at a state of alert! [-matt brehe]

NEW AMERICA
The kids dance around the new mayflower pole. A grey smoke stack cheerfully coughing out smoke. Ribbon in hand, we merrily dance around. Gleefully laughing as we choke! Black beads of tear drops fall from the sky. Our white picket fence has been stained by oil. Erect oil rigs in the back yard. Maybe the sun’ll come out tomorrow in this new america where we get things done. This middle class america where everything’s lost and nothing’s won! White collar zombies walk to work. Through the smog, factories stretch to the sky. Hand in hand we walk down the sidewalk into the sunset ‘til the end oftime. [-matt brehe]

RELEASE
We’re all here for it seeps out our hearts. When all the hope permeates into the air. Every show, every molecule these walls collect: it’s what keeps us related, this energy we release! We’re all here for it, we are telepathic! We’re all here for it…release!! Every second i anticipate it. Take it for granted and you’ll be left empty. It is our most precious ingredient- this release they call “disobedience”! This time can i pull myself away from it? Grab my throat don’t let me go near it. What happened to the atmosphere that we made and the air in the beginning that we breathed?! We’re all here for it, we are telepathic, we’re all here for it. Release! [-matt svendsen]

FUCK THE F.C.C.
Fuck the f.c.c. –make radio free. Fuck the p.m.r.c. –censorshit not for me. Dirty mouths and open minds liberate the redundant airwaves. Send tipper gore to her fucking grave! We’ll play what we want, advocate what we want, say what we want, fuck! Shit! Piss! Riot! Even better yet, a word derived from a goddess: “cunt” is a compliment. But most importantly… fuck the f.c.c. –make radio free. Fuck the f.c.c. –we’ll keep our immaturity. Fuck the f.c.c. –make radio free. Fuck the p.m.r.c. –censorshit is not for me! [-matt svendsen]

WASTE OF FLESH
Salty pretzels make us fiend. Crème soda on my grave. Dip your credit card in k.y. jelly and call it a day. What a waste of flesh for a gluttonous fish. Christian coalition can drink our blasphemous piss! [-matt svendsen]

EMPTY BARRELS
Steam escapes a baton-split skull. Trench coats never hide winter’s bite. Frost-bitten hands can’t deflect brutal swings so red hands turn blood into ice. Blue lips are frozen shut by poverty. Screams of injustice are met with spite. Whispers of pain are muffled by winds despair. While frost-covered statues collect on park benches. Rust covered barrels filled only with ash. House fires of revolution -no longer. [-matt brehe]

PEACE THROUGH CANNIBALISM
Stop devouring innocense and feast on the butchers. Eat your own guilty kind. You are what you eat what you are. Animals’ meat: packaged for you, built to make you choke. Show them mercy, eat yourself. Their meat was built to make you choke! Peace through cannibalism! [-matt svendsen]

RIGHT TO CHOOSE
The army kills millions in far away lands while police wage war in our backyards. Our leaders try to strip us of our freedom to choose. The war on drugs is a war on me and you. You have the right to choose! Thousands are killed in columbia. Blacks are targetted on the street. Poor and homeless thrown into jail while our leaders see only profit. This is not a fairy tale, this is our lives. [-matt brehe]

PAIN OF REJECTION
You tied me to a stake, you let your dogs attack. You lied to me and let me bleed, let me believe i was everything. Do you understand the pain of rejection? The worst pain in the world to know you are not good enough for another, not good enough for you! We are forgotten, nothing is left. The pain of rejection, the rejection of pain. You left me empty. Nothing left but regret. Rejecting an emptiness that says nothing else matters but revenge. I can’t let go. I can’t let go of you. I can’t let go of your lies. [-kate keegan]

NEVER ME
See through all their self-righteousness. Their twisted ‘facts’ spew deceit. Beating hearts filled with hate. No tolerance… the national alliance will piss on your rights. Church of the creator says you have no rights. Aryan nations will piss on your rights. (the national alliance say deport anyone not white). Supporting their hate will eliminate your rights. I will not submit to your lies. I will fight your ignorance. And though, you may try… you will never have me! [-matt brehe & matt svendsen]

PROUD?
Now is time for confrontation, not with violence but with education! Are you proud or prejudiced? White pride, white power? Give me a fucking break! You are prejudiced, there is no mistake! Your “purity” is a lie, you intolerant fake. This is indian land, not yours to take! (who is the real immigrant and ‘race traitor’?!!) I have pride in me and what i do, but i am completely ashamed of you. I am white and i’m proud, but it’s not about my skin, it’s about what i can accomplish from within! Now is time for confrontation, not with violence but with education, now is time for confrontation, it’s time we stop their manipulation! Are you proud or prejudiced? Claiming to defend the “purity” of their race, these bigots deny their message of hate. Our diverse community they aim to annihilate. We must end this nonsense before it’s too fucking late! [-matt svendsen]

FRAIL TRUST
You’re pissed off at me for not trusting you, you’re the fucking liar, i’m just trying to see through. Growing up, learning so much. Was the fun there when you were on junk? To me punk is fun, to you it’s playing dumb, to me life is punk, not degenerated love! Can’t stand alone, can’t even stand up unless your friends are there to pull you back down! You say you hate your cess pool. I say sink or swim. Too weak to care, too careless to win. Tell yourself the truth, maybe i will trust you then. Stand above all those cool attitudes and let’s try to have fun again, stand together again, and strengthen this frail trust. I’ll pull my head back off the ground for one more day and look for trust, find a direction, don’t fucking fade away! [-matt svendsen]

JENNY’S DEAD
Jenny’s parents were abusive. She was on the streets at age 15; a hooker and an adict. Man, it pays to beat your kids. Dirty junk raped her heart, friends found her in a gutter. She won’t be going to school now. Someone should call her parents. Jenny’s disconnected, but her pimp’s number is 867-5309. Jenny’s number is disconnected. Jenny’s disconnected. Jenny’s dead.  [-matt svendsen]

HAPPY MEALS
How dare you profit off our childrens’ innocent interests. You take advantage of them, repressing them to this! How dare you bribe our children this way with playland and happy meals, corruption is your bliss!! “mommy i want a happy meal” –how about a mass-slaughter rip-off?! Billion dollar bastards pay a shit wage, how generous! A perfect atmosphere, the kids can run and play… and get food poisoning, i bet the cow would want it that way! Happy meals! Happy meals! Oh, what a healthy treat! Innocense is squandered for little kids to eat. Deep fat fried american tradition, so slyly employed family submission. The plastic flowers smell so sweet. Dead raw meat for you to eat! Ronald mcdonald was a child molester and now the cows must die for his sins. Over 84 billion serve his church. Coca-cola his blood, hamburger his flesh! And you take communion again and again! Get down on your knees and pray to (your morbid god: ) the fast food industry. (sing along!...) Happy meals! Happy meals! Oh, what a healthy treat. Not a speck of dirt but plenty of disease! [-matt svendsen]

SUZI
You are so empty with your social parties, social drinking, social fucking… you are suzi-fuckin-highschool, you are so fucking cool! You are suzi-fuckin-highschool ‘cos h.s. fuckin rules! You take pride in your newfound popularity because of your stupidity. You’re drowning yourself in your drink, your lust, in your act that you are worth more than you really are…do you want to be popular for four precious years or a productive member of society for the rest of your life? You can’t have both. [-kate keegan]

SELFISH LOVE
I don’t want your love. I don’t need your love. I don’t want your love. I hate what you’ve become. Fashion rape: tears are falling. Masked by pleasure, you are slipping. Hallow body, empty soul. Lack of love you can’t control… feed on him, feed on her, feed on yourself, just insecure. Fooled by lust, obsessed with greed, selfish hands, drop to your knees. Broken mirrors, slammed doors. Angry voices you can’t ignore. Self destruction, spirit is gone. Your greed doesn’t stop, you continue on. Shivering hands, “love” flows like blood. Why don’t you notice the tears on your bed? Your lust is selfish, your love is fake, and i don’t want it... I don’t want your hate. [-kate keegan]

EXCUSE
There’s a frat house party in this black city where the beer is free and the women are “easy”. Drink a few more and the pain goes away. Since the girls really want it, you might as well get laid. Your mind is clouded in a sea of passed out women. You know they won’t mind so you stick it in ‘em. Too drunk to cum and you’re getting pissed. Your world’s falling apart. Better go use your fists. The city is black and you wake up in blood but nothing you did matters, you were just fucking drunk. Intoxication is not an excuse! You are responsible for your own actions. If you can’t handle yourself when you drink then stop. [-matt brehe]

40 OZ. DEGENERATE
Hey you falling down on the street, stop here and talk to me and think. Another day with nothing to do, your bottle is empty and so are you. Hey, get up and create. Say what you always kept inside. Play -it’s time to be a kid. Change -it’s not so hard, don’t hide! It’s never too late, but that’s no excuse to fucking wait! Don’t let this repetitious misery be your fate! Tired of punching in & out, but we won’t let it get us down. The week has been a headache, but today is ours right now! Why are we so bottled up? Why are we so bottled up? Why are we so bottled up? Why are we so redundant?! We got so much inside, how can you put it in a bottle? Stand up with me and let’s live without dread for tomorrow! Can’t you see how important you are! Gotta pull together and piss on this “fate”. I know you’re smart enough to see through. How long will you wait? How much more can ya take? 40 oz. Degenerate, soon to be a casualty. Don’t let phillip morris take your life and dreams. Don’t ya see you are better? They don’t know what you need! Don’t let vodka and jack take your life and dreams. Is today the same as yesterday? Don’t ya want a fuckin change? Why are we so bottled up? Why are we so redundant? 40 oz. Degenerate, soon to be a casualty, what fun…bottom’s up! Note: this is not necessarilly directed towards the casualties themselves, but more towards the people who buy their music for the image they present and their promotion of getting fucked up. The casualties do play some good pissed off punk rock, but if it were’nt for their image, they would be no more popular than any other oi!/punk band, such as braindance, for example, who are just as fuckin rad, but have way less noteriety because they don’t have huge hair and spikes on everything. I don’t want to single out the casualties as if they are the only ones; their situation just makes a perfect example of people buying music for the wrong reasons. Another (more classic) example would be mtv exploiting bands like rancid, bad religion, etc. Who were also really good bands but have been bought and not actually heard. It’s sad that people still pick up on punk and other shades of individualism as a fashion. Also, to be bluntly honest, getting loaded isn’t a way out, it’s a cop out. [-matt svendsen]

STRYCHNINE LIVES
Pop it in your rotten mouth, your world is flat without a doubt. Jesus christ, you’re a super-star-belly burnout. Turn reality into a video game. Brand new images stamped to your brain. Who cares if you crash, ya still got two lives left…right? Curiosity killed the cat, strychnine killed the rat. “expanding” your mind does more than that. Strictly nine lives for the cat; strychnine lives -too bad you’re the fuckin rat. Adrenaline rapes your veins, whore to a permanent rush. Expanded your mind too much, and now you’re left as a lush. These doors weren’t meant to be opened, not yet. Spoiled the fun of life all in one night. But who cares if you crash, still got one life left…right? [-matt svendsen]

CORE INJUSTICE
This life you lead is your core injustice. Forming the x we have found our resistance! [-kate keegan]

A LIE IN A BED OF ROSES
Your bliss, my pain. In apathy there’s no gain. Ignorance, confusion. Your life is prostitution. Arrogance, idiocy, living life on one knee. See through the lies and all of your “bliss”. See the wonderful feelings in the life that you’ve missed. Your life may smell sweet but the thorns puncture veins. Look around and see that you’re a lie in a bed of roses.you lie in a bed of roses. [-matt brehe]

LIVE IN FEAR
We love you more than anyone, so we can treat you like a slave. Your hopes and dreams don’t really matter. Our expectations, you must obey. Live in lies, live in fear, live in wine, live in beer. We wish you were more like your sister; she’s a lush just like us. In your blood is history of lies and pain, of drowned remains. Live in lies, live in fear, live in wine, live in beer. Our problems mean nothing; you’ll always be the one to blame. Tears of pain now mean nothing but expectations still stay the same. We love you more than anyone so we can treat you like a slave (live in fear!). [-kate keegan]

FROM SCHOOL AND WORK TO FREEDOM
To stars and stripes we pray, every day we obey. “don’t slouch, stand straight.” Hand on heart, drown in the flag. As children, how were we to know what that colored rag stood for? We should spit on the school system for treating us like whores. From school and work to freedom. I’ll cleanse my heart with a sliver of proof. I’ll cleanse my soul with a middle finger of truth. The alarm clock chokes my dreams, here we fucking go again. Another eight hour day of hell, it’s time to take a stand. While others are on the street spanging off poor men, this job wastes my time, i’ll steal whatever i can! From school and work to freedom! I’ll cleanse my heart with the spirit of youth; i’ll cleanse my soul with a middle finger of truth. We got nothing to show working harder than them. We owe it to ourselves to build a culture free of greedy men. [-matt svendsen]

ALL SONGS WRITTEN, ATTEMPTED, AND RUINED BY VENAL I.V.