Rage Against the Machine Style LyricsIt's the battle of L.A. in the year 2,000 whoever gives a f**k,Drive through Hollywood's elite like a big f**king truck,Minefields on the star walk of shame,What's it like to be screwed by fame?
For HerShe wears many faces, One to call her own,Beaming like the sun focused, Brilliance is shown,A forest is what she plays, A thing I want to explore,Artist to her own personality, Painting scenarios I adore,
Love's A Promise That's Never KeptI loved her once before, happiness now just games,Pictures on the sill, broken glass without frames,Life as usual, or so it now seems,She's gone below, down into my dreams,Bad thoughts play in my skull, empty space to fill,Happiness sits on the porch, vacant like a will,Long gone into the fire, blazing up to the sky,Trying to quench my thirst, fueled by a lie,
So Far From Her, Yet So Damn CloseSerpents coiled about in throes of despair,Our legs tangled about beneath the stars,Miles separate us like a red sea,Parting it like Moses with cars,She sings songs on how to be free,Oh to fly like the bird does with her grace,Flapping wings like a modern Icarus,Anchored only to her next resting place,In the gulf of despair is where we reside,Kept there by our faltering love,She finally breaks free,As an olive branch to a dove,
Cyanide Syrup for the WealthySociety is done with me,From the waffle house to the city hall,I'm shunned like a rat with the plague,And I'm the scapegoat for you all,
SilenceSilencePeace. Quiet. It's something that you can rarely get this day and age, even in sensory deprivation pods, or sound canceling helmets and headphones. Luckily, I have my own slice of heaven in the form of complete silence. I'm a mechanical engineer for the Johnson corporation. They are the company responsible for supplying our station with clean, renewable energy, in the form of a big solar beam. It's my job to continuously re-align the panels that capture the energy giving radiation, which then focus them into one large channel. It's an immensely difficult job, and incredibly dangerous, but the silence is to die for. Not a whisper. Not a sound other than your own breathing through the respirators in the suit. I've gone most of my life trying to find solitude in this hustling and bustling hell. Every time I try to find my solace in this place, I get ripped back to reality by some screaming asshole, or a grinding gear. I finally found it, though. The second I heard I cou
She's The One Next to NoneShe's into Indie,My choice is rock,She doesn't like me,and boy was that a shock,She's a little hipster girl,Usually not my type,A complete and total opposite,But I chose to ignore the hype,Her smile melts my heart,And makes me want to fly,It seems I've lost my chance with her,But I refuse to give up and "die."