Lyrics : barney greenway / music : shane embury, mitch harris

Tell me, assure me,
I really can't relate with your dishonesty.
Dissention seeking attention,
Yet segregation from the ones' that really cared.

Tell me, assure me,
I really can't relate with your dishonesty.
Cash styled deadhead,
No conscience or opinions.
Material gain bar hapiness means shit.

It means shit.

Mass appeal madness eats your brain.
False influence like a leech,
Sucking dry your veins.
Public eyes see fit your second face.
Freakshow - fooling those who imitate.

Clever marketing to dominate
Screwing those who gave you your big break.

And when the bubble bursts,
Exposing your selfish crap,
You'll cry for sympathy...
We'll just sit back and laugh.

• A Means to an End
• Affixed by Disconcern
• All Intensive Purposes
• Bled Dry
• Breed to Breathe
• Cleanse Impure
• Clutching at Barbs
• Devouring Depraved
• Incendiary Incoming
• Insanity Excursion
• Mass Appeal Madness
• Nazi Punks Fuck Off
• Next of Kin to Chaos
• None The Wiser?
• Pride Assassin
• Repression Out of Uniform
• Sceptic in Perspective
• Stranger Now
• The Infiltraitor
• Thrown Down a Rope
• Time Will Come
• Ulterior Exterior