Terror Alert Orange: Attack Of The American Cliché
(lyrics by Aaron Attacks / music by Zane Comina)

You sit drinking your coffee out of a cup that reads
God bless America, home of the free
Display your beliefs on a piece of merchandise
Don't let anyone burn the fucking flag

Don't have your thoughts
Regurgitate what they want
Don't have you own thoughts
You fucking hide behind
You fucking hide behind
You fucking hide behind
That fucking flag

Love it or leave it, freedom doesn't come for free
It's all the things you shout when people disagree
Ignore the problems facing us today
Turn on your TV, wash it all away

Ignore the problems facing us today
Turn on your TV, wash it all away
Brainwashed to believe we live in a perfect country
Brainwashed not to question authority

Operation Iraqi Freedom
(lyrics and music by Aaron Attacks)

Little boy comes down the stairs
Finds his mommy dead at the table
Daddy bashed her head in at night
And you ignore this problem too

And you lie and cheat and steel, profits show where you're going
Straight to hell
And If anybody's keeping score you're headed
Straight to hell
And I hope that flame burns like hell, I hope it makes you suffer

You cut benefits as you see fit, I just wish you would cut your wrists
Apathy reigns supreme as people sit and watch TV
Spoon feed us this bullshit
We all buy it

Be a good Republican, sacrifice human life
Do what daddy tells you
One by one my rights go away
You are getting richer
We are getting sicker

Mindless Conformity
(lyrics and music by Zane Comina) 

When I look around me
I start to get that feeling
The feeling of disparity
Because nobody's thinking
Formulated opinions
Based on filtered stories
Our business is destruction
In the name of peace and glory

Stupidity is everywhere
It can make for a really long day
And when it's entrapped you
You cannot get away
Is this what our fathers
Had died to give us
A society of dumbness
Where you cannot speak up

Mindless conformity, ruining my life
Everybody does it doesn't make it right
Mindless conformity is what we've become

No one tells me to take a stand
I'm so sick of the man
No one can tell me what to do
And now you're threw
No more fun