------------------------------------------------------------------------ 1. Dub Check - 3:09 Sound check, is anybody listening? Dub check, my people are drowning In a sea of consumerism Suffocating on your perfume Sound check, is anybody listening? Dub check, my people keep drowning In a sea of consumerism Suffocating on your perfume Yo the value of aesthetics is making me so sick Choking on my vomit as i'm trying to spit Straight back into the mirror that appears a crystal clear Superficial reflection of society's dimension Skin deep politics, attempting to fix Your complexion's imperfections, allow me to compliment ya On your insecurity, your false reality Better check your makeup Sound check, is anybody listening? Dub check, my people are drowning In a sea of consumerism Suffocating on your perfume Sound check, is anybody listening? Dub check, my people keep drowning In a sea of consumerism Suffocating on your perfume It's all about aesthetics, synthetics Nevermind where you read it Every magazine i see Projects celebrity imaging Standard operating procedure Pop another pill habitual creature Well i can buy a kit for suicide Consists of anti-depressants, a needle, and a knife Pick your poison It's really all the same We've wandered far from the sun When we accept what we've become Slaves to a society, no, we don't agree with Cover up real beauty and act accordingly Better check your makeup Sound check, is anybody listening? Dub check, my people are drowning In a sea of consumerism Suffocating on your perfume Sound check, is anybody listening? Dub check, my people keep drowning In a sea of consumerism Suffocating on your perfume ------------------------------------------------------------------------

------------------------------------------------------------------------ 2. Daytime Drama - 2:56 I got a good mind to articulate my mental state But i wander so quickly, sometimes can't create Should i give in and write tunes about girls and heartache My concern for other things you can call that my mistake Refuse to ride the coaster of emotion Call it a sickness, take a pill or a potion Gimme a guitar, i'll serenade the ocean If this was daytime drama we'd all be phenomenal actors Is it kill or be killed? Survival of the fittest Do what you can to be better than that man Is it about the after life? A better place, paradise Only fools i've ever met won't admit that they'll never know Keep your mind shut I'll keep opening mine up Your mind shut I'll keep opening mine Refuse to ride the coaster of emotion Call it a sickness, take a pill or a potion Gimme a guitar, i'll serenade the ocean If this was daytime drama we'd all be phenomenal.. Your mind shut I'll keep opening mine up Your mind shut Well i'll keep opening mine.. Oh, what a waste of time Oh, what a waste.. Refuse to ride the coaster of emotion Call it a sickness, take a pill or a potion Gimme a guitar, i'll serenade the ocean If this was daytime drama uh-oh... ------------------------------------------------------------------------

------------------------------------------------------------------------ 3. Passion Vs Talent - 4:21 Plenty of talent but where is your heart and your soul? The working class heroes Come down with the small town blues It's a shame I spent my last buck at the bar Sang to a crowd that could not have cared.. less Yes it is a question of originality My obsession my profession even with no money I guess whatever sells is good as gold Plenty of talent but where is your heart and your soul? Split the seams of the scene Music's what it means to you Chart success don't impress yes you only a pawn Sing that same song everyone know how it go No, it ain't no question individuality Oh, cause we each have a unique journey Yes, i've heard more passion expressed in 3 chords Tell me when did musicians become fucking whores Collect your paycheck, oh yes, play that role Plenty of talent but where is your heart and your soul? Art not easily defined Definitions endless throughout time, yes I work within the rhythm Nothing better i can find Keeping it real, steady response Musical ambience, yes, contemporary 311, Rx B, whoa, The Slackers, and Big D Sold out show at Metro, many did not get in They rocked acoustic outside, those crazy boys from boston I say play your music loud, steady represent your music proud And do what you feel when the feeling's right Plenty of talent but where is your heart? Do what you feel when the feeling's right Plenty of talent but where is your soul? Yes it is a question of originality My obsession my profession even with no money Yes, i've heard more passion expressed in 3 chords Gimme heart, melody, paint a picture with words Think for yourselves, take back control ------------------------------------------------------------------------

------------------------------------------------------------------------ 4. Fools Dub - 1:18 (Instrumental) ------------------------------------------------------------------------

------------------------------------------------------------------------ 5. Sarah - 1:27 Sarah said she'd had enough of living the life Without the one she loved Packed her stuff then threw it all away Oh, she left town on that.. She believed where she was going She would never need any of it Not half incorrect, oh i suspect It'll never quite be clear Drop your inhibitions Listen what you hear Help me understand now Speak freely without fear I'm taking my time, memories seem like dreams Learning to relax while questioning everything My willing is able, my mind far from stable At times frustration's known to get the worst of me But my intent is right And i would feel just fine If someone would be so kind to flip that vinyl ------------------------------------------------------------------------

------------------------------------------------------------------------ 6. Make Your Move - 2:33 I got everything i need So make your move I guess we'll see Cause time somehow finds a way To reverse all the things you'd say There was never anything that i'm supposed to be I got everything i need So make your move I guess we'll see Cause time somehow finds a way To fuck up all the things you'd say There was never anything that i'm supposed to be ------------------------------------------------------------------------

------------------------------------------------------------------------ 7. Cold Coffee (Interlude) - 1:18 When scene and scenario become oh so predictable Repetition, sweet sweet repetition Believe in you, i believe in me Believe in eachother love come so easy.. Neglected like my cold cup of coffee ------------------------------------------------------------------------

------------------------------------------------------------------------ 8. Holiday - 4:20 Navigating through these clouds Allowed to see only what they permit me to see Peak my head out of the ground Reminds why i prefer to live beneath the dirt Riding high on these vibrations Silly me forgot the lot of social obligation This holiday i will not trade for anything Oh, but i feel the pressure drop, man The pressure dropping down on me Won't do as i was programmed to Nah nah i know now The life that you're leading Only ends up being self-defeating Won't do as i was programmed to.. no more In this insane mess of an abyss i will find peace Confused by emotion, my devotion remain To be logically insane Steady insanity.. Comforted by the fact This is always in me Remove my seal of approval Like a pistol i got a fist full Of pissed of resentment Won't do as i was programmed to Nah nah i know now The life that you're leading Only ends up being self-defeating Won't do as i was programmed to.. no more In this insane mess of an abyss i will find peace Beautiful creature, extend my arm to reach Her intrigue exceeds the word Darling lay next to me, i'm somebody's baby But we can't fight these demons all night What do you expect with my head so full of sex Won't you please let me sip on some Honest T My dreams are bizarre, feelings fractured and obscured When i walk want someone to hold Won't do as i was programmed to Nah nah i know now The life that you're leading Only ends up being self-defeating Won't do as i was programmed to.. no more In this insane mess of an abyss i will find peace Oh i will find my peace Oh i will have peace I will find.. ------------------------------------------------------------------------

------------------------------------------------------------------------ 9. Promiscuous Chixx & Bleary Eyed Revolutionaries - 2:28 Everyone is waiting on a train marked revolution Take us off to a place where there's one simple solution Ain't no coincidence that bliss and ignorance walk hand and hand There may be no revolution my friend.. Red your lips, you say you said Tonight i'll find someone to share this Curse of consciousness, i missed the Purpose of this seemingly Meaningless existence Somewhere between last call and sleep Is a sequence of events she don't care to remember But the train's been delayed and much to our dismay.. Dust just starts to settle Smoke signals line the skies, in her Eyes i could swear i see god Or as much of it as i believe in Unavoidable, she leaves her mementos Everywhere she goes So how am i supposed to forget her? I fall asleep to wake with an emotion i can't shake Well i'm sold And ain't we all just afraid of growing old And dying alone? Oh no.. Everyone is waiting on a train marked revolution Take us off to a place where there's one simple solution Tell me ain't no coincidence That bliss and ignorance walk hand and hand.. And the revolutionists and the anarchists Can't agree on common politics Or decide which side of this city Will burn down tonight ------------------------------------------------------------------------

------------------------------------------------------------------------ 10. Showdown Dub - 3:06 (Mostly Instrumental) Gunshot the rhythm When it hits you feel no pain Stumbling, staggering, tomorrow only the same Well your heads on fire Got your finger on the trigger Thoughts of her still linger on & on & on.. Showdown! Rotten.. ------------------------------------------------------------------------

------------------------------------------------------------------------ 11. No Name (Catatonic Alcoholic) - 2:27 What once was anticipation Now only a whisper What starts with expectations Ends in frustration Shadows stain my floors Voices echo like dub It's 5 am and everyone is gone But me The night was a spark Left only ash Remnants of life Turned into trash This catatonic state I'm forced to endure It's 5 am again Now what do i do? It's 5 am and everyone is gone.. But me i can't stay Got a ticket one way Think that's where i'll find my mind To a place with no name If i'm wrong all the same You can bet i won't let you down Images and songs Politely haunt me Telling stories sending me Off on day dreams Silence eventually assumes all control Well it's 5 am again Now what do we do? It's 5 am and everyone is gone But me and you ------------------------------------------------------------------------

------------------------------------------------------------------------ 12. Deceive Your Perception - 6:54 Strange vibes as our lives lie in the balance Disconnect, yeah, come correct So en-lies the challenge Keep your piece of mind behind the blind shut tight No light shinning in Pretend to control what we all can't comprehend See them people on the street Well they ain't got no food to eat The best you can offer is your prayer.. Saying Oh lord, please let me succeed Permit me to kill what will not bleed On your knees you wait For fate to deal your hand How comforting the thought of another life Well i wouldn't fucking bank on it Everyday i believe Everything and nothing Spoon fed twice, i been hypnotized Let my subconscious dance with ignorance Consumed some time stomaching synthesized Ideals of nature but emotions run wild Killing some, wounding more, but captivating all To perceive the deception and ignore the call Of the material, ignorant, militant mind Who can you trust when everything goes awry? Oh doctor, help me please I'm paranoid as hell My mind's got a disease Diagnose, right me off, fill prescriptions and our heads Apathetic propaganda, we've become the living dead If we blindly follow Do not taste simply swallow The desired effects Fuck that. Let's reject it! See them people on the street Well they ain't got no food to eat The best we can offer is our prayers.. Saying Oh lord, please let me succeed Permit me to kill what will not bleed On your knees you wait For fate to deal your hand How comforting the thought of another life Well i wouldn't fucking bank on it Everyday i believe Everything and nothing Everyday i bleed Everything and nothing Fists in the air Guns in the ground Hearts break like sound waves On the ocean of love They're deceiving our perception We gotta perceive the deception ------------------------------------------------------------------------

---------------------------------------------------------------------- 13. Regarded as a Criminal - 4:17 It was the 72nd day of 2008 In New Orleans, my friends and I Riding high on vibrations Circumstance caused us to question authority And it's abuse, and the use of violent means A couple of corrupt mother fuckers on a power trip They slammed us into concrete Laughed like clowns and "their feat" Then they took us to a hell An overcrowded holding cell Treated like shit and regarded as a criminal Reduced to a slip of paper I hold in my hands Tells me all my flaws, shows them who I am Regarded as a criminal but living this life style Well it's all that I know Stripped of any sense of individuality Orange jumpsuit, toothbrush, toothpaste, soap, cup, wool blanket, & two rags. Trade three slices of bread for one cigarette Attempt to fall asleep to think and feel nothing Through 'C-Cell' bars watch BET Roast coffee over a toilet seat Eleven men who hoard everything that they can Pass time screaming obscenities They're waiting on the commissary Eleven men with nothing left to do There's etching on the walls Echoed voices down the hall An inimical prison cell waiting to explode There's hope for us yet This system could not care less Number me and treat me like a fool.. NO! Regarded as a criminal but living this life style Well it's all that i know Here stands a man with a gun in his hand Badge on his chest he expects your respect Talks down to my friends and thinks he knows somethings But he's been dead for sometime hollowed on the inside ----------------------------------------------------------------------