Stars ignite the ceiling belongings on the floor Lost all sense and meaning don’t need them anymore And if we’d die tonight the sun would still rise tomorrow And maybe that’s what we’re living for, but I’m not sure If what we do today could somehow change the course of history Waking dreams like a still life but brushstrokes don’t look right Our canvass is rusted, the paint has been dusted With blood and the sweat of actions we regret But these walls don’t forget I’m glad I haven’t yet What its like waking up to the train Anticipating rain Hope I never feel the same As when I awoke in your clothes As though we rose in democracy and we moved in secrecy Along these paths that we trace as we go This is freedom.

Children in sweatshops will work til the dawn, then work in the hot sun until it is gone Do they cry, “There’s got to be more to my life than this?” Do they know that a better life exists? With the fruits of their labor so quickly devoured By those who feel they should not be empowered Another day begins without rest Another day I sit back, reaping the benefits Working for Wal-Mart at three cents of pay Spending it all to survive the next day Of work for a country they can’t even spell Their way of life is our vision of Hell on earth that they live on but do not own in mounds of clay they call their homes If they decided to break the trend our opulence would come to an end Even though I can’t see the deadline close My eyes are my hands and the needle is my ghost Just another host weighing down time Me in the shoes not a better man crossing the line Throw another toy by the pile of death Don’t know what I’m thinking, can’t take another breath Even though I can’t see I close my eyes And look into myself This world is just a lie Working for a country name unknown The fields of my life are left unsown Over seas Over hills Over overcast skies These people can’t see through America’s disguise

This is a Pirate Radio Sign off Sign off Just another broadcast sent from the underground where the streets are torn apart Gone with the day the signal's Been lost Cut off Left with the sound of the bombers run that resembles the beating of my heart Stops as my gaze it drops to the dim lit floor, broken bodies outside my door, You know I never asked for this, one last goodbye, now I wonder if I’m even missed Like the silhouettes on my wall, burned in like a memory, etched into charcoal They fall as my mind recalls and it trips, hanging on the words "abandon ship!" This place is a wasteland I said, the ship is sinking come hold my hand, "Hand of an enemy!" you screamed, "I’d rather die right where I stand" And so two sides in the course of a ride couldn't ban together to filled with pride, But when said and done tell me who has won when we're living on the onset of oblivion. Back We’ve regained transmission of my own volition in this battle of attrition Our chances of survival are just one out of a million So I guess that’s me and I’m sitting in position Reciting their diction Because they'd burn down my house if I disagree With their mandate from heaven and their divine decree, So be glad you live free of tyrants and dictators They won't silence you now they'll get rid of you later. And they'll cut out your tongue if you use it against them, For these actions and words they will kill you and then some So if you're listening then we've already lost, and all that's left to do is sign off. This is a pirate radio Sign off Sign off Just another broadcast sent from the underground where the streets are torn apart Another day the signals, been lost they won't come back for me Because I’m finding myself Cataloged on a shelf Out here trapped in the land of the free.

I don’t want this country led by fear and all these heinous lies I don’t want to live where corporate interests rule and freedom dies But there’s another poison that is fulfilling our domestic hate Your vision of religion proves what your own fear can miscreate Globalization, evangelization, homosexual condemnation We need liberation from this self righteous, god-fearing nation Globalization, evangelization, homosexual condemnation We need love not ignorance so stop raping your God’s creation While driven by unholy greed they fall in line, recite their creed Body count brought up by those who pray We’ve got sexist, racist homophobes interpreting divine decree Your hatred and intolerance negate your moral decency Organized religion breeds united idiocracy So turn around the hand of god and cast out your supremacy Well it seems to me you’ve fallen and you can’t see the lie And you can’t seem to account for all the people who have died Yes you, you can’t see just what you lost Why can’t you come down off of your cross? You tighten the noose Because you’ve got something to lose

And he was watching the ocean Watching the motion of the people as they passed. He was feeling the water And he knew somehow this could never last California burnout he’s got nowhere to go Since California burned down he’s been low Taken time, he’s lost his mind its time to lay him low But somehow he can find his way home California burnout no more