WAR HORN
You’ve been dealing out Struggle
Feed the rats scraps so they think they live
The 1% in their bubble
Feed us shit but they don’t have shits to give
Your War’s not our War
Your War’s not our War
You War’s not our War
It’s not the drug’s that are killing me
Your War’s not our War
Your War’s not our War
You War’s not our War
It’s not the drug’s that are killing me
I’ve got a new lease on
My life in a uniform
Feels good in a police state
To paint the walls with love
In a city built on hate
The Paranoia is real
Keep them in line with fear
A tactic in line with torture
No one’s accountable here
Your War’s not our War
Your War’s not our War
You War’s not our War
It’s not the drug’s that are killing me

PARTY / BULLSHIT / REPEAT
Comin’ at me with all these problems
I got enough of my own
The tears rolling down your face
Need to find a new home
The joke is on me
Cuz I party and bullshit
Away your problems and your bullshit
And you party and bullshit away your problems and your bullshit
The bottomless pit in your stomach
Has a tumor that grows
Your social cancer has gone viral
With no place to atone
The joke is on me
Cuz I party and bullshit
Away your problems and your bullshit
And you party and bullshit away your problems and your bullshit

THE RULES GUIDE TO THE MISGUIDED
I don’t like you
I don’t need to
Just give me a reason to not turn around and forget that you exist
It’s nothing you said
It’s not in your head
There’s nothing to get
It’s the same old shit
The same old shit to me
The same old shit to me
You’ve been drinking up your problems
Truth be told I don’t give a fuck if you ever get to solve them
You’re lapping it up
You’re begging for scraps
There’s nothing to get
Cuz it’s the same old shit
The same old shit to me
The same old shit to me
I don’t like you
I don’t need to
Give me a reason to not turn around and forget that you exist
It’s not in your head
It’s nothing you said
It’s nothing you did
It’s just the same old shit
The same old shit to me
The same old shit to me

VICTIMS
I don’t need to reminisce
Too many ghosts in that wake
Some things should be forgotten
Left in a shallow grave
We don’t need any more victims
We don’t need
We don’t need
We don’t want any more victims
We don’t need
No fucking way
Old habits
Die hard
In this shallow grave
I take my shovel
Bury myself alive
A breathing mausoleum
This place wreaks of the rotten
Decayed values
Decayed spines
We don’t need any more victims
We don’t need
We don’t need
We don’t want any more victims
We don’t need
No fucking way