As Written by a Member of the Dying Middle Class

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A tribute to burned bridges.

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released July 2, 2009

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We live our lives in boxes, with little glowing screens. We fill our blood with toxins, so we can deal with things. And sometimes, more than often, the bitter masks the taste. The fruitless failed reflection: what if it's all a waste?

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Track Name: When You Trip
W H E N Y O U T R I P

You've been boiling. Just about to reach the rim and spill out.
Fires burning. Never thought you'd be the one to take away. A cliché.
Bored enough to fuck whatever's in your way.
By the way, hope it hurts so much you cry and cry and cry.

When you trip, kill the flavor with another
when you're crawling back to Jesus on your knees.
One more chance, never live another day
or lift another one to save you from disease.

You've been leeching. But you’ve grown on me enough to let you.
Now I’m blinded from the poison you’ve been pumping through my veins.
You’re in pain. Sure, that justifies that you give me the same.
If I complain, then you’ll throw a fucking fit and cry and cry.

When you trip, kill the flavor with another
when you're crawling back to Jesus on your knees.
One more chance, never live another day
or lift another one to save you from disease.

Same old song. You should know that I’ll keep pushing.
All or nothing. Should I take the time to help when you’re in need?
I believe you’re the one that helped me stand on my own feet.
But you’ll see that when I’m pushed I’ll just go further and further away.

When you trip, kill the flavor with another
when you're crawling back to Jesus on your knees.
One more chance, never live another day
or lift another one to save you from disease.

When you fall, like a stupid motherfucker
for another piece to fill the fucking hole.
Well point is this: maybe next time learn to suffer
‘cause you can’t always get what you want without taking away.

No you can’t always get what you want without taking away.
No you can’t always get what you want without taking away.
No you can’t always get what you want without taking away.
No you can’t always get what you want without taking away.

No you can’t always get what you want.
Track Name: Loverboy
L O V E R B O Y

I'll be your loverboy. I'll be your suffertoy.
I'll be goddamned if I give anyone my heart like that again.

And we begin.
And we pretend.
And we descend into ourselves.

And we give in.
And we stay in
until the end to fool ourselves.

And we hold hands.
And we make plans.
And nothing stands to fall apart.

Then love demands,
misunderstands,
and all our plans weren’t worth the start.

You wanted shelter. I gave you shelter.
I gave you what I swore I couldn’t give to any other.

You wanna suffer? I’ll make you suffer.
You wanna be in pain? Let’s see how you deal this time.

You wanted flowers. I’d give you flowers.
I’d burn this tiny world for you, if you would give me power.

You want some power? I’ll give you power.
Let’s see how powerful you are without me in your life.

Break open a bic. Try to make yourself sick.
Go befriend all the pricks we used to talk shit about.

When you start flinging shit, hope to god that it sticks.
‘Cause ain’t no one around to save you now.

How could you fuck her? You motherfucker.
I gave you what I swore I couldn’t give to any other.

You wanted freedom? You got your freedom.
You wanna run away? Let’s see how you deal this time.

You wanna lover? I’ll show you lover.
He’ll stick his dick inside and miles away your heart will die.

My heart is faithful. My head is hateful.
My soul’s so broken now, I don’t know which will save my life.

I’ll be your lover.

And we begin.
And we pretend.
And we descend into ourselves.

And we give in.
And we stay in until the end.

Let’s say your love’s not a joke.
Let’s say your heart’s really broke.
Let’s say you did everything in the world possible
you could do to save this mess.

Let’s say the next time you walk out on someone you love
that it’s not a goddamn test.

I’ll be your loverboy. I’ll be your suffertoy.
I’ll be goddamned if I give anyone my heart like that again.

Show me the ring, motherfucker.
Track Name: Used Up
U S E D U P

Used up --> All alone
Built up --> Empty home
Follow --> Never lead
Pour me --> One more drink
Help the --> Hours pass
See how --> Long this lasts
Scribble --> Memories
Fall down --> Let it bleed

Used up.

The ink was dry as soon as you agreed it was done.
You wanna be a fuckin’ child? I’ll have to treat you like one.
If your friends were worth a shit, they would have sent your ass home.
Instead of letting you perpetuate what things have become.

Used up --> Nothing left
Built up --> Nothing said
Follow --> Emptiness
Pour me --> Out of this
Help the --> Days go by
See how --> Hard I try
One more selfish lie.
Goodbye.
Track Name: Miscarriage
M I S C A R R I A G E

Shield his eyes so he can’t see.
Feed him lies so he can’t dream.

And someday he will grow up just like you.

Cut his throat so he can’t speak.
Watch him bend to your critique.

And someday he will grow up and he’ll tear apart the sky.
And grab your savior by the throat and tell him he’s a lie.
And climb the highest mountaintop to watch you from above.
And empty every magazine to teach you how to love.

Sing your praise, the monster’s dead.
But monster is what monster’s fed.

And someday one will rise up from the ashes of the last.
And tear apart your testaments as relics of the past.
And climb the highest mountaintop to watch you from above.
And empty every magazine to teach you how to love.

-Transcript Begin-

“Still I don’t know just how long it will be.
And though I can try I could never succeed.
And though I can do what you wanted for me.
I’ll always do first what does nothing for me."

"Stay inside forever, I will never say goodbye.
Stay inside forever, I will never say goodbye.
Stay inside forever, I will never say goodbye.
Stay inside forever, I will never say goodbye."

"Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye you little bitch.
Goodbye. Goodbye you little bitch. Goodbye you little thing.
Goodbye the part of me you took.
To satisfy the string you cut.
To pour away the stream of blood.
So I could wither quietly."

"So I could wither quietly."

-Transcript End-
Track Name: Once A King
O N C E A K I N G

I was once a king.
I was once a man.
I had such a fire.
I had once a plan.

I will drown you all.
Watch you gasp for breath.
I will break my hands.
Pounding you to death.

I was once a man.
I was once a king.
I had all the world.
I had everything.

I will drown you all.
Watch you gasp for breath.
I will break my hands.
Pounding into little pieces everything that I have left.
Track Name: One By One
O N E B Y O N E

One by one
falling after.
Filled with laughter as they die.

Chin up son.
Not much further.
Sing it like it’s not a lie.

One by one.
Stupid people.
Stupid jobs and stupid lives.

Chin up son.
You’re the answer.
You’re the reason you’re alive.

We are wrought to fit a mold.
Guaranteed our weight in gold.
If we just shut up and go about existence quietly.

We are bullets in a gun.
Aimed directly at the sun.
And our trigger happy god is laughing uncontrollably.

Call the papers.
Call the churches.
Call the fuck who told you wrong.

Call the friend who mistook your patience for friendship
and graciously sing this song:

We are wrought to fit a mold.
Guaranteed our weight in gold.
If we just shut up and go about existence quietly.

We are bullets in a gun.
Aimed directly at the sun.
And our trigger happy god is laughing uncontrollably.

Fuck Golgotha.
Fuck ambrosia.
Someone else give me a sign.

We are angry.
We are damaged.
We are hungry.
We are savage.
And we’re waiting patiently in line.

All the sheep and wolves shook hands.
All the kings met our demands.
We had never known the ransom would be paid so readily.

All at once the world exhaled.
When governments and gods had failed.
And the earth began to give the soil into the sea.

We are wrought to fit a mold.
Guaranteed our weight in gold.
If we just shut up and go about existence quietly.

We are bullets in a gun.
Aimed directly at the sun.
And our trigger happy god is laughing uncontrollably.
Track Name: I May Be Stupid
I M A Y B E S T U P I D

Forget the last two thousand days and try to sleep.
The poison courses through your veins a mile deep.
And it will be a while until it all comes out.
Just let it run its course and rid yourself of doubt.

Sometimes I need your kiss. Sometimes I hope you drown.
I’d tie myself to you and follow you right down.
Don’t look at me like that, we know you’re not a saint.
Don’t tell me what I am. Don’t tell me what I ain’t.

Hey girl, it was all for you.
I may be stupid, but I ain’t that cruel.
Hey girl, it was all for you.
I may be stupid, but I ain’t that cruel.

Forget the broken ones who often brought you down.
I’m sure they think that they are justified by now.
And it won’t be too long until it comes to pass. (Hold on baby, just a little while.)
That you will have some peace inside your heart at last.

Sometimes I want your love, sometimes I want to die. (Hold on baby.)
It may be an old cliché, at least it’s not a lie. (Hold on baby.)
Don’t tell me who I was. I’m not him anymore. (Hold on baby, just a little while.)
Get off your fuckin’ horse, you ain’t the queen no more.

Hey girl, it was all for you.
I may be stupid, but I ain’t that cruel.
Hey girl, now it’s all a joke.
I may be stupid, but my heart was broke.

Hey girl, it was all for you.
I may be stupid, but I ain’t that cruel.
Hey girl, all the fits you threw.
I may be stupid, but it was all for you.

What was the quickest way to ruin things for sure?
So don’t stand there and pretend that what we had was pure.
And don’t blame it all on me, you’re not a goddamn saint.
Don’t tell me what I am, don’t tell me what I ain’t.

Don’t tell me what I am, don’t tell me what I ain’t.
Don’t tell me what I am, don’t tell me what I ain’t.
Don’t tell me what I am, don’t tell me what I ain’t.
Don’t tell me what I am, don’t tell me what I ain’t.
Track Name: Solace In Fugue
S O L A C E I N F U G U E

Scatter ‘round the broken glass.
I’m coming down and coming fast.
The blood drips down from punctured skin.
I can’t remember where I’ve been.

I’ve failed and there’s no going back.
And right before the world goes black.
I call you with a string of hope
that what you say will help me cope.

And solace often comes to those
who’ve kept their wits within her throes.
She chooses not to give release,
but wonders why there is no peace.

And I perpetuate the game
by choosing not to take the blame.
And so this roundabout goes on
until the love that’s left is gone.

Kill the pain till it’s over.
Should we wait till I’m sober?

You put a cork in, call it change,
and everyone looks at you strange.
You work your fingers to the bone.
You shouldn’t have to feel alone.

But that’s what this is all about.
You see the punch line clearer now.
The joke we were is almost gone.
The laughter keeps us holding on.

Kill the pain till it’s over.
Best we wait till I’m sober.
Track Name: A Simple Truth
A S I M P L E T R U T H

Well, I’ve been swimming in my shame for half a year since she's been gone.
And there were times when I thought nothin'd ever change.
But as a simple man once said, "You ain't that broke till you been dead.
Now buck the fuck up, son, your troubles ain't that strange."

Whether rain, whether shine, come tomorrow find a way.
Till I bend, till I break, till I bleed it all away.
Kill the pain till its over and gone like yesterday.

I found my way.
I found my way.
I found my way.
I found my way.

Well, I’ve been siftin' through the wreckage and I don't know who I am.
I seemed to think I had a purpose before you.
But as a simple man once said, "Your purpose got you outta bed.
So shut the fuck up, son, you've so much more to do."

Whether flood, whether fire, come tomorrow find a way.
Till I swim, till I sink, till I swallow it away.
Kill the pain till its over and gone like yesterday.

(I failed in you.)
(I fell into apathy.)
(You’re my excuse.)
(I fell into apathy.)

Now I’ve been told and told again that this is all a simple plan,
But I ain’t seen nor heard a fuckin’ ounce of proof.
“Well it ain’t hard to understand, if you’ll just be a simple man.”
A simple plan. A simple life. A simple truth.
Track Name: The Village Idiots
T H E V I L L A G E I D I O T S

Purpose has no place to defend something as fragile as this.
And promise cannot hold the reigns of our stupidity. (Mine anyways.)

Something was leftover from the part of you I missed.
And kindness was the recess from that vulnerability. (But nothing stays.)

I’m too sick to be helped.
And you’re too sick with yourself.
And compromise is shattered by my need to be alone.

And my vain assumptions,
they have their repercussions.
And I’m left to battle nothing on my fucking own.

I am not wise.
I never knew.
I’m just a child.
Perhaps so are you.

So fuck it we’re wrong.
So fuck it we’re wrong.
So fuck it we're wrong, but I will go on.

I will go on.