The prisons make this country great; apple pie and police state. The security that the children know is not worth it if this is where they’ll go. Maximum security facilites, was once a threat, puts my mind at ease. A jail for every town and every state… "Oh god, ain’t this country great?" WHY? Broken […]
Tag Archives: Lyrics by Choking Victim
Born To Die
Born to die, and you get to sit and watch your TV set. Believe the lies before your eyes, credit cards & apple pies! 50 stars to blind your eyes, 13 stripes to hypnotize! Free thought is gone, you’ll never see your just a pawn. You’ll die tomorrow but today your empty dreams just fade […]
In My Grave
All the times that were good or bad, and the thought of a future that I never had. With the promise of heaven, and the threat of a hell… A reality I did dwell. And I did thrive on apathy, and ignorance taught me the way it should be. All along, all the lies I […]
In Hell
You may find my appearance and demeanor foolish, but it is you who plays the fool.For although I am only a student of the victim, I have many, many styles.Try my choking style! HWAH! –Shaolin Puff’n’Stuff (I have no idea) Every time you humoured me, you patronized my misery, the yesterday’s mean nothing now, they […]
Hate Yer State
(backwards CD Intro) You think you’re alive motherfucker?You’re just the walking fucking dead.You’re fucking sheep, stepping on my back to stay alive.West coast, East Coast, your all bunch of fucking fools.You and the rest of this greedy fucking world.Kill yourself, stay in school, say no to drugs and oh yeah… hail satan.Goodnight boys and girls.Pleasent […]
Living The Laws
Lies equal destruction greed and your eviction yer living the laws (6x) blind exploitation sublime elimination beside myself, I’m all alone… the lights are on but no ones home.Your history, laws and policies, y’know they never meant that much to me.I know it isn’t much, I know its all we had… and now it’s all […]
Praise To The Sinners
The sinner bows at the feet of the dead no souls to save just hope for an early grave
Fucked Reality
It feels like jesus on the cross. It’s so religious in it’s loss: A graven image in the mud, like when I shed my precious blood. I am a loser, I am satan, I am jesus christ, I’m me. There are no winnners in this fucked reality. (2x) Atrophic interludes weave through my life far […]