Unnormals Lyrics
Hmmm… some of these are more involved than others. All lyrics were written by Nic Microscopic unless otherwise noted.
Belong… You don’t belong. You’re just wrong.
Tear It Down… Just tear it Down. Build it back up. If a man breaks into pieces, and no one even sees it, does he exist? Just look Around. It is happening now. So tear it down.
Betrayed… When the news only lies to you, and the politicians only tell you what you wanted to hear, what are we supposed to believe?
Whatever… Whatever happened to you?
Electric Sell Out… That gorgeous girl her hair was green, she touches up all her grey with brown, she has settled down
Revenge… I will not forget. I will not forgive.
Over Again… Seemingly strange a definitive change my Lady complains I sleep through the days and this world has all gone Dark… Starting over amidst a lifeless world that dreams when I am awake as if I even exist I clench a fist and stop the beating of my heart so that it can not miss any warmth I used to feel inside my veins there is just Dust still my brain cannot refrain from finding memories to list from a life I used to call my own but now I have outgrown why do we Pretend that our lives will never End?… Since I cannot bend instead I break Undead I wake to find there is an End for love but none for hate And so I wait… Starting over anew a life of only Night cause that would be just right a perfect fit a candle lit to keep me company a bit as it Burns out I shout into the Shadows I scream about the things that mattered to me once dreams I wanted badly to Believe… Starting over again this time in Black cause Black is Best no more need to pretend that is how a Dead Man should be dressed Answer me this should a Dead Man be depressed? I think not… My boots hit the ground that lovely sound that Echoes out into the Darkness that surrounds and by Moonlight I am found again and there is No End… I am starting Over Again.
Proof… We want proof.
Citizens… Citizens, it is time to listen to reason.
Polite… I will shout from the rooftops. I will shout til I am sore. I’ve been lied to so many times, and I won’t be lied to anymore. I will shout when I’m on the subway, and I will shout out on the street. I will make myself a nuisance, and I will be quite indiscreet. I will shout to the few who might even listen, and I will shout as loud as I can cause our leaders they have lied. I shout to the angry, and I shout to the dissatisfied. I will shout to the faithful that your leaders they have lied, cause I have run out of reasons to be polite.
Dissatisfied… This somewhat cynical apathy, becomes a liability, when a majority no longer believes.
Leftist… Anarchy, just ain’t what it used to be, since the cold war ending, killed my democracy. It’s not what it used to be. That ain’t what it used to mean. No not to me. No not to me. Since the red under the bed is not really dead. We just out sourced the little guy instead. So when labor recieves their bread, and the workers all get fed, we will go hungry. We will go hungry. When the planet itself cannot be cleaned, by a well oiled war machine, we are surprised that all our green, turned out to only be dirty money. If our votes don’t count and our voices don’t get heard, then the word democracy just doesn’t mean anything. We traded liberty for security. We took the gold out of our currency. We gave up on diplomacy. We sold our freedom in a heartbeat for a song. What is left, when we are wrong? What is left when we are wrong? Cause anarchy just ain’t what it used to be. Anarchy doesn’t really mean anything, if the cold war ending, killed our democracy. It ain’t what it used to mean. No not to me.
Rights… I will sound an alarm. I will sound an alarm. I will rail against ignorance, cause it is the least that I can do. What I am saying here is true. I will sound an alarm. I will break glass in case of emergency. I want my rights returned to me. I need all of my civil liberties. Give me back my freedom. Please replace my privacy. I want my rights returned to me. My correspondence belongs to me. My voice may not be recorded secretly. My thoughts may be unpopular, so I want my rights returned. The stuff I buy is my business. The hours I keep are none of yours. Stop reading my mail. Stop spying on me. Stop spying on me. Stop spying on me. Stop spying on me. I will sound an alarm. I will sound an alarm. I want my rights returned to me.
Not Dead Yet… Massive breakdown. Complete stand still. From a dead stop there is only one direction that is left and that is up. That is up. Cause I am loaded on a spring. I can change everything if I must. I don’t aim too low. I set goals too high. Don’t shed tears. No do not cry, if I fall down one day and die. Cause if I can, yes, if I can I will hop right up again. I will bounce back. I will bounce back. One thing I never did was compromise, and when I failed to fulfill a dream, when my victories were outnumbered by defeats, I crashed into walls, crashed into walls, crashed into walls, and I bounced right back again. Crash into walls. Crash into walls. Crash into walls. I will bounce back.