Satanic surfers

oh what i would give for a good cup of coffee and some pecan pie at that cafe in Guelph i know a really good record store along the way but i'm keeping that to myself oh i've been home for too long...

is this how we are trained to serve? we assume a way of life into which we are born, to fit a mould of acceptance, conformity and consumption. never questioning our freedom, embracing the privilege...

I woke up at 4 AM couldnt go back to sleep they were fighting outside my window I heard a bottle smashed to the street there was blood on the sidewalk people were walking by pretending not to see...

they globolize hunger and they globalize war make people into commodities and they profit even more how muck longer can we act as passive bystanders? while 3/4 of the human race are living in extreme...

i'd rather be pathetic at the age of 45 than to sell out my ideals to live a fucking lie trade my freedom for a false sense of security working for death, digging my own grave but as long as my lungs...

What exactly did you expect me to understand? is that accepting me for who I am. Cracking racist jokes expecting me not to be offended 'cause you consider yourself my friend. So in my insecurity I...

Their lies have failed the world is rising against all forms of oppression i hear a message of defiance disobedience and solidaity people are getting off their knees speaking up for what they believe...

I was easily convinced and taught what to believed took me years to realize that i like many others had been deceived so i set off to find my own through dreams redefine my life my values tired of...

Comfortable lives in a capitalist democracy feeling safe and secure until they take it away consumed by greed pacified in apathy were disinformed to fit the norm that corporations and media created...

All I ever wanted was to be the drummer in a band Never claimed to be a Poët singer or a God I'm just a man When I came here this I didn't have any better place to go So pardon me if I'm not upkey...