No Use For A Name

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"Not Your Savior"

Unlucky seventeen, already handed plans for the future
Glamour obsessed, told how to dress, and shown how to think
And I don't have a job, but I can show you how to be a slob
So many days, wasted and glazed
Sometimes I laugh aloud as I think about,
You asking me "Please can you help?"
Can't help my self

I'm not your savior, I'm not who you want me to be
A cowardly mistake I've made so many times before, refusing to break
Cut my losses ties them with you, like a good boy I'll pretend
And promise not to do it again

Do you remember when, life was so simple and permanent?
Everyone's changed, "Everyone's cool", Everyone sucks
But I can't seem to complain, Exciting and new is just not there
You're getting scared

I'm not your savior, never thought I was anyway
I'm a void with empty promises that backs out late
Never said I'd change, taking back the words that we spoke
Like a fuel tank running dry, you'll believe it when I choke

"Night Of The Living Living"

And so much can change in a second when everybody's
Hiding the truth
An eternal quest for some happiness is there anything we
Won't screw?

Like a loaded gun if it sits too long, eventually you'll work
Up the nerve
To abandon your herd

We got these remedies for insecurities that nobody is
Listening to
All the mournful cries of the less fortunate are so easy to
Say and not to

Like a funeral march in the summer sun, it's beautiful for
Something so sad
Concentrating on the things we can't have

We all live in a cage without space to use our heads
I'm more scared of the living than the dead

In a hospital counting every breath, are you happy with no
One in you life?
As long as up to this point you were right
But living scared is just no way to die

"Kill The Rich"

The sky is still falling, is there any end in sight?
And some are talking to themselves as missiles fly
Through the night
But in the beginning there were words with half a cause
Now everyone is singing it and waiting for the applause

They don't think about you when the payments keep on coming
But only to use you for a way

To make themselves appear like an angel in the room
They soothe their guilty conscience and tell it what to do
Synthetic compassion and some poor-mouth bad advice
To get ahead they lay in bed and sleep safe all through the night

A million to nothing, like zombies they are frightening
Just smile and wave and pass on by
Denial is so strong but the guilt just keeps it going
And give them a reason to say "hi"

"Take It Home"

Nobody is talking about the hazy sky
"Have the mountains gotten smaller
Or is the water getting high?"
There's a light up on the hill, illuminating glow
I think I want to go

But the light that keeps on burning
Is on the same page you've been turning
Ignorance for some is just a way of life
There is no message I am sending just this thought process I own
It's time to take it home

Looking at the valley where everybody grinds
I understand the purpose but there is no end in sight
There's a little voice inside that tells us what to do
How did we get this screwed?

But the light that keeps on burning
Is on the same page you've been turning
Ignorance for some is just a way of life
There is no message I am sending just this thought process I own
It's time to take it home
Take it home

"We now return you to the music of Raman Raquello playing for you in the Maderian Room of the Park Plaza Hotel situated in downtown New York."