1.Family System
Oooo ooo ooo,
Oooo ooo ooo.
Oooo ooo ooooH!
Im tired of your open mouth,
Crawling inside my skin,
And this play we never quit,
The fight within the cross begun,
Say that its too late,
When a man has gotta learn to hate (hate).
Urrahh!!
Forget the time I said I would,
Replace me with,
But never will,
Beyond the facts that are in your face,
Ignore the facts beyond your nose,
Said its to late,
When a man has gotta learn to hate.
GROW UP!!!
Not without meaning,
No response,
Not a feeling.
Hhhhuu hhhhhu uhhh
Hhhhuu hhhhhu uhhh
JUST GROW UP!!!
RRUHH!!!
RRUHH!!!
RRUHH!!!
RRUHH!!!
Uhhhreh!
2.Forfeit
Will not be shaken and jump into this,
And be persuasive,
Just carry on,
And make my mind up,
To go through this,
Or be firm,
And sit in silence.
Cause I want to fight,
I want to fight,
I want to prove I'm ready,
I want to fight,
I want to fight,
So turn and forfeit.
Forfeit
(Forfeit)
(Forfeit)
(Forfeit)
Forfeit
Forfeit
(Forfeit)
(Forfeit)
(Forfeit)
Forfeit
Learn from this,
Prehistoric dance,
And reframe from talking,
The psalms are cry oblongs,
Medicated,
Could do some good,
Or find a way to relate,
Or just shut it off.
Cause I want to fight,
I want to fight,
I want to prove I'm right,
I want to fight,
I want to fight,
So turn and forfeit.
Forfeit
(Forfeit)
(Forfeit)
(Forfeit)
Forfeit!
(Forfeit)
(Forfeit)
(Forfeit)
Forfeit!
(Forfeit)
(Forfeit)
(Forfeit)
Forfeit!
Forfeit!
FORFEIT!
I want to fight,
I want to fight,
I want to prove I'm right)
I want to fight,
I want to fight,
I want to prove I'm right)
I want to fight,
I want to fight,
So turn and forfeit.
I want to fight,
I want to fight,
So turn and forfeit.
So step up.
So step up,
And forfeit.
So step up.
FORFEIT!
FORFEIT!
FORFEIT!
FORFEIT!
FORFEIT!
3.Point #1
Lyrics：Peter Loeffler
Music：Chevelle
It seems I've gained the world but have nothing
To keep tabs upon this loss isn't wasted time
Face opportunities to recognize now we have time
Rebuke, don't choke on this twisted dream
'Cause he'll pay for it, the whole sum
Or magnify pain is point number one
'Cause he'll say pay for it, the whole sum
Or magnify pain is point number one
It seems I've gained the world but have nothing
To keep tabs upon this loss isn't wasted time
Face opportunities to recognize now we have time
Rebuke, don't choke on this twisted dream
'Cause he'll say pay for it, the whole sum
Or magnify pain is point number one
We need a healing aloe plant
Your soothing hands run down my back
Hate - Well couldn't do, couldn't do no wrong
Hate Watch it boy, this could do you in
Much like a healing aloe plant
Your soothing hands run down my back
Much like a healing aloe plant
Your soothing hands run down my back
Much like a healing aloe plant
Your soothing hands run down my back
4.Until You're Reformed
Not about to try
Time to please no one
The first and last begins
You mutter, you child
You should ask for more
Tired of being your no one
Fame can't hurt my soul
You mutter, you child
Leave
This is not for real
Forever pleasing someone
The first and last begins
You mutter, you child
You mutter, you child
Leave
5.Send The Pain Below
I liked,
Having hurt,
So send the pain below,
Where I need it.
You used to beg me,
To take,
Care of things,
And smile at the thoughts,
Of me failing.
But long before,
Having hurt,
I'll send the pain below,
I'll send the pain below.
Much like suffocating,
Much like suffocating,
Much like suffocating (I'll send the pain below),
Much like suffocating (I'll send the pain below).
You used run me away,
All while laughing,
Then cry about that fact,
Til my returns.
But long before,
Having hurt,
I'll send the pain below,
I'll send the pain below.
Much like suffocating,
Much like suffocating,
Much like suffocating (I'll send the pain below),
Much like suffocating (I'll send the pain below),
Much like suffocating!
I can'y feel my chest (chest, chest),
Anymore,
Drop down,
Cause I am, (？)
I can't feel my chest (chest, chest) (RAHH!!!.)
Drop down! (RAHHHHHH!!!.)
I liked,
Having hurt,
So send the pain below,
So send the pain below (Much like suffocating) (I liked),
So send the pain below (Much like suffocating) (Having hurt),
So send the pain below (Much like suffocating),
So send the pain below (Much like suffocating),
So send the pain below.
6.SMA
Lyrics：Pete Loeffler
Music：Chevelle
Don't grip, you're choking
What life was, trying to
Lift up the rage from a season of play
I don't blame my messes on you
Don't beat this down dead
Sink to a level that is low, low
Why not, what else is
Low, Low
Why take the conscience
Low, low
Why not, what else is
Low, low
What not, what else is there
I climb into
Recognize I don't have time
What was said about this man？
What was said now
Don't grip your choking
What life was trying to
Lift up the rage from a season of play
I don't blame my messes on you
Don't beat this down dead
Sink to a level that is
Low, low
7.Wonder What's Next
It sometimes feels like Im burning,
I want you to see, (？)
Is this a good quality？
I wonder whats next.
Nothing.
More and more its an animal,
Waiting to be seen,
Face of someone's failures,
I seek society in need, indeed, indeed. (？)
Indeed.
In the beginning it seems that a known face beyond having fun,
Which is why you write music in the first place,
Always moving, defining, and pushing forward the art that once
created,
Looking to the right time to share it,
And then the headaches of criticism,
Senior advisors advising people above,
Twisting, distorting that which we love,
And never ending problems with money,
Holding you back,
Preventing progress,
I thought you only started 'cause it was fun.
We play the blaming game,
Yes I mind,
Its not your turn.
We play the blaming game,
Yes I mind,
Its not your turn.
We play the blaming game,
Yes I mind,
Its not your turn!
We play the blaming game,
Yes I mind,
Its not your turn!!
I wonder,
I wonder whats next.
Yes we play the blaming,
Yes I mind,
Its not your turn.
We play the blaming game,
Yes I mind,
Its not your turn!
We play the blaming game,
Yes I mind,
Its not your turn!
We play the blaming game!
We play the blaming game!!
8.MIA
Lyrics：Pete Loeffler
Music：Chevelle
Watch me heap up what I've sown
I'm made of peanuts, not of shells
God spares a quality of himself
Uniquely designed but we can't help ourselves
So Why, I made the face that bugs you
I won't design conversation around you
I made the face that bugs you
Spyglass scans the field
Hold my hand, feel a chill in here
Tired of looking through you
I've found myself can you find you
So Why I've made the face that bugs you
I won't design
Spyglass scanned the field
Hold my hand, still feel a chill in here
Tired of looking through you
I've found myself can you find you
So Why, did I make the face
And I won't design
I made the face
I won't design
9.Grab Thy Hand
Grab thy hand and LOOK!!!
Through,
Through,
Through,
Through.
Bring,
Me your time,
How I long,
For release,
Shown,
Presently,
Reveals a man,
To repeat.
God,
How I long,
How I long,
To grab thy hand and LOOK!!!
May I,
Come in,
Grab hold,
Just this once,
May I,
Come in,
Just this once,
Just this once,
Just this once.
Grab thy hand and LOOK!!!
Through,
Through,
Through,
Through.
NO!!!
May I,
Come and,
How long,
Just once,
Can't I,
Come and,
Grab thy hand and,
May I (through),
Come and,
How long,
Just once,
Can't I (through),
Come and,
Grab thy hand and,
LOOK!!! (Through)
LOOK!!! (Through)
LOOK!!! (Through)
LOOK!!! (Through)
10.The Red
They say freak
When your singled out
The red...
It filters through
So lay down
The threat is real
When his sight
Goes red again
Seeing red again
This change
He won't contain
Slip away
To clear your mind
When asked
What made it show？
The truth
He can't send to most
Seeing red again
They say freak
When your singled out
The red....
It filters through
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