This song is about the failure to produce communism by means of government, as seen in China (Maoism), Russian (Stalinism), etc.
China's old (but still existent) punishment system is Reducation Through Labor, while they preach "communism".
The Russian gulags where forced labor camps where criminals were sent to after they committed petty crimes.
Rise Against, being anarchists (jumped the gun? not really), believe that communism is possible but governments (who are obviously unequal) cannot force equality.
To the sound of a heartbeat pounding away
To the rhythm of the awful rusted machines
To the sound of a heartbeat pounding away
To the rhythm of the awful rusted machines
Masturbating is usually rhythmic, like a heart beat or machine cogs turning.
Masturbating is usually rhythmic, like a heart beat or machine cogs turning.
We toss and turn but don't sleep
Each breath we take makes us thieves
We toss and turn but don't sleep
Each breath we take makes us thieves
You toss and turn without sleep because you can’t. You’re too busy masturbating. And you breath heavily and off rhythm because it feels good I guess.
You toss and turn without sleep because you can’t. You’re too busy masturbating. And you breath heavily and off rhythm because it feels good I guess.
Like causes without rebels
Just talk but promise nothing else
Like causes without rebels
Just talk but promise nothing else
You talk because you don’t want people to know, so...
You talk because you don’t want people to know, so you’re throwing smoke. You don’t make any promises because you might want to wank later.
We crawl on our knees for you
Under a sky no longer blue
We sweat all day long for you
The sperm is pretty much your servant, ergo, movement on knees. Under a sky no longer blue because it’s at night. Black sky. They sweat all day long because they are journeying through the reproductive tract to the egg.
But we sow seeds to see us through
'Cause sometimes dreams just don't come true
We wait to reap what we are due
Planting the seeds that is sperm in the tract. Dreams not coming true=no conception and reaping what we are due is a child.
To the rhythm of a time bomb ticking away
And the blare of the sirens combing the streets
Rhythmic masturbating, once again.
Chased down like dogs we run from
Your grasp until the sun comes up
Sperm is killed by the acidic fluids, and their only respite is when they find the egg, the proverbial rising of the sun.
White needle's buried in the red
White needles obviously = sperm, the red being the delivery mechanism/mucous tissue
The engine roars and then it gives
But never dies
Erectile Dysfunction
'Cause we don't live
We just survive
On the scraps that you throw away
Sperm isn’t babies yet, but they’re trying to survive, but sometimes they’re just thrown on the ground from masturbating.
I won't crawl on my knees for you
I won't believe the lies that hide the truth
I won't sweat one more drop for you
The sperm is done being wasted, they don’t want to be used willy nilly.
'Cause we are the rust upon your gears
We are the insect in your ears
We crawl
We crawl
We crawl... all over you
Sometimes when you shoot, they get on you and they writhe with their cute little tails.
We sow the seeds to see us through
Our days are precious and so few
Sperm have short life-spans.
We all reap what we are due
Under this sky no longer blue
We bring the dawn long overdue
They reap the child from the egg, the long overdue dawn being the birth of a new baby.
100% correct, I study what he is talking about.
This song is about the failure to produce communism by means of government, as seen in China (Maoism), Russian (Stalinism), etc.
China's old (but still existent) punishment system is Reducation Through Labor, while they preach "communism".
The Russian gulags where forced labor camps where criminals were sent to after they committed petty crimes.
Rise Against, being anarchists (jumped the gun? not really), believe that communism is possible but governments (who are obviously unequal) cannot force equality.
I worked awhile on this, hope you guys like it.
I worked awhile on this, hope you guys like it.
To the sound of a heartbeat pounding away To the rhythm of the awful rusted machines
To the sound of a heartbeat pounding away To the rhythm of the awful rusted machines
Masturbating is usually rhythmic, like a heart beat or machine cogs turning.
Masturbating is usually rhythmic, like a heart beat or machine cogs turning.
We toss and turn but don't sleep Each breath we take makes us thieves
We toss and turn but don't sleep Each breath we take makes us thieves
You toss and turn without sleep because you can’t. You’re too busy masturbating. And you breath heavily and off rhythm because it feels good I guess.
You toss and turn without sleep because you can’t. You’re too busy masturbating. And you breath heavily and off rhythm because it feels good I guess.
Like causes without rebels Just talk but promise nothing else
Like causes without rebels Just talk but promise nothing else
You talk because you don’t want people to know, so...
You talk because you don’t want people to know, so you’re throwing smoke. You don’t make any promises because you might want to wank later.
We crawl on our knees for you Under a sky no longer blue We sweat all day long for you
The sperm is pretty much your servant, ergo, movement on knees. Under a sky no longer blue because it’s at night. Black sky. They sweat all day long because they are journeying through the reproductive tract to the egg.
But we sow seeds to see us through 'Cause sometimes dreams just don't come true We wait to reap what we are due
Planting the seeds that is sperm in the tract. Dreams not coming true=no conception and reaping what we are due is a child.
To the rhythm of a time bomb ticking away And the blare of the sirens combing the streets
Rhythmic masturbating, once again.
Chased down like dogs we run from Your grasp until the sun comes up
Sperm is killed by the acidic fluids, and their only respite is when they find the egg, the proverbial rising of the sun.
White needle's buried in the red
White needles obviously = sperm, the red being the delivery mechanism/mucous tissue
The engine roars and then it gives But never dies
Erectile Dysfunction
'Cause we don't live We just survive On the scraps that you throw away
Sperm isn’t babies yet, but they’re trying to survive, but sometimes they’re just thrown on the ground from masturbating.
I won't crawl on my knees for you I won't believe the lies that hide the truth I won't sweat one more drop for you
The sperm is done being wasted, they don’t want to be used willy nilly.
'Cause we are the rust upon your gears We are the insect in your ears We crawl We crawl We crawl... all over you
Sometimes when you shoot, they get on you and they writhe with their cute little tails.
We sow the seeds to see us through Our days are precious and so few
Sperm have short life-spans.
We all reap what we are due Under this sky no longer blue We bring the dawn long overdue
They reap the child from the egg, the long overdue dawn being the birth of a new baby.
We crawl We crawl We crawl... all over you
Repetition.