In America they brainwash us at birth so we don't know our worth until we feel that we deserve of our love we're mentally locked up. You are the one you came here to know. But right from the start you're under their control. First they grab your heart then stole your soul. Took it too deep for pop, time to scroll! You don't know your worth. You don't know your worth. You don't know your worth. You don't know your worth. You don't know your worth. You don't know your worth. You got to, got to, got to, got to get to know your worth. In America their violence has control our trauma keeps their hold. Until we feel a pledge to every soul we're stuck inside their hole. Demonize you for taking a kneel, try to shut you up just for being real, call you a flake for knowing how you feel... when all you want is for the world to heal. Inherent Worth (Limitless) Inherent Worth (Limitless) Inherent Worth (Limitless) Inherent Worth (Limitless) Inherent Worth (Limitless) Inherent Worth (Limitless) You came to Earth with Limitless Worth In America the brightest flowers dull, we're trapped behind our skulls. Until you heal yourself you will be their tool, your issues have you fooled. You came to Earth to search yourself whole to express your beautiful soul to make a safer place for us all, not just white people, come on yall! You're worthy of it all. You're worthy of it all. You're worthy of it all. You're worthy of it all. You're worthy of it all. You're worthy of it all. Sacred soul, you're worthy of it all! Lyrics, Vocals- Justin Blackburn Music - Patrick Doyle

White People US upper crust, in God we rust, use Jesus to be racist, rob land you trust. Slave Master US. We the sun. You the dust. Clean our puss as we rape you with lust. Start a fuss? Ok, Civil War Us. You fight for us. Emancipation Proclamation, we don’t give a fuck. You stay stuck. 40 acres and a mule? Don’t be a fool. We own the sky. Don’t look up. No Reparation US. Segregation Us. Back of that bus. You want rights? Find you in the night. Hang you from a tree. Sister take a picture, family gathering. But we like the way you sing, so we steal your music, you know what makes you feel free. Off You Make More Money Us. You funny to us. Entertain us. Tell us a fable. Eat at our table? You brainless. Start a business? You wanna compete? We the bank. What’d you think? Ever heard of Black Wall Street? Burn your church. You nothing worth. Sorry about Martin Luther King. But look how fast you run. Look at you go airborne. Put you in a uniform. Damn, you’re better than us. But don’t forget you’re still dumb plus we own the team so we gave you this chance to dream. Nice People US. What? How are we mean? We vulture for your culture. Slavery? Oh me? Me? Me? That was so long ago. Everything was clean when we set you free, even gave guns and drugs to your community. Awww, look at the poor kid on crack, it’s so sad to be black, but we’re not gonna help all we care about is our self. White People US. What’s Up! Oblivious. Elect Trump. Invalidate your feelings. I can’t believe your kneeling? I’m in so much disgust. How do you not love country about you that doesn’t give a fuck? White People Us. It’s ridiculous On the same bust. We get after school detention. You 50 years in private prison. We citation, Brock Turner. You murdered. White cop paid vacation. Afraid to lose our position. Don’t know how to listen. Don’t know what it is like because we are White People Us. Need to wake the fuck up! We created this racist society so obviously it is on us to change it into equality. Fucking Duh! vocals, lyrics - Justin Blackburn music - Patrick Doyle

I don't wanna to college. I don't wanna get a job. I don't wanna become my parents. I don't wanna live with my mom. I don't think it makes me a loser or a worthless human being and even though i don't have a good voice, I really just want to sing. It happened so fast my car ran out of gas my friends all moved away my family said i couldn't stay I can't take no more depression. I don't wanna live in debt. My parents bought me my car so i can't drive it off a cliff. I don't think it makes me lazy, I don't think i have a disease. What if everybody else is crazy and should listen to me? It happened so fast my car ran out of gas my friends all moved away my family said i couldn't stay I'm not going to go to college just cause you tell me to, I hated kindergarten, I hated middle school, why would i keep going into a world that's only teaching me how to be their fool? Don't go to college baby Don't go to college girl We don't need their education to change the world. Let's change the world. Let's change the world. Let's change the world. Let's change the world. Let's change the world. lyrics- Justin Blackburn vocals - Justin Blackburn, Annie Elie music - Patrick Doyle

If you wanna hang out with garbage, you can hang out with garbage, I don't wanna chill in the trashcan, I don't chill in trashcans. If you wanna hang out with garbage, you can hang out with garbage, I don't wanna chill in the trashcan, I don't chill in trashcans. Saying 'the activists are phony' from his beer sippie cup high chair, yelling 'don't vote for Bernie' cause not everyone deserves healthcare. He's scared to lose his white privilege cause he doesn't have anything else, I told him to practice self forgiveness but he's too dumb to know he hates himself. If you wanna hang out with garbage, you can hang out with garbage, I don't wanna chill in the trashcan, I don't chill in trashcans. Every time i see him he's always talking the same shit, saying 'black people are lazy' doesn't get racism is systemic. I don't care if he's family, he can suck my dick. The only reason he's wealthy is because of rich racist parents If you wanna hang out with garbage, you can hang out with garbage, I don't wanna chill in the trashcan, I don't chill in trashcans. Every conservative I know is an alcoholic, they feel an emotion and don't know what to call it, so they take out their wallet but feelings don't take money so they're all 'honey help, this emotion won't let me buy it, I spent my whole life trying to deny it but it won't stop, i think I have to call the cops.' No, you're going to have to confront yourself! 'Fuck that, give me a beer, I can't face my fear, what if it tells me I'm queer? Or worse... that I care about someone else and my heart swells up with love for humankind and i feel the divine that connects us all and this personality I created to protect my ego becomes so small like my dick then I have to be vulnerable and admit I don't know shit and question 'what is the point of all this?' I know it is not because rich because I am and I am still not satisfied. Can i pay you to cry for me? lyrics, vocals - Justin Blackburn music - Patrick Doyle

Merry White Christmas, you've become your parents! Open your presents, it’s the rest of your life! Your dreams were calling but you stuck to the system! Now you have no purpose in being alive! Ho, ho, ho! It’s White Christmas in my upper middle class cracker town. No more snow on the ground but still covered in white people a plenty. Guess Santa forgot to send the memo down the chimney on each child receiving an equal opportunity. Our system is still isolated by class so the poor children go to the schools that are in poverty so that means their not educated properly so when they say 'hire me' you reply 'sorry, you're not scholarly.' but what you really mean is you don't look like me cause you're not from my higher class society, how can you not see that's robbery? Happy Holidays, you’re still a racist! You're white privilege eroded your mind. Did as your told, now you're feeling old, you'll need a better savior than Jesus H Christ! "Man them kids should pull their own boots up so It don’t bother me." says Charlie over here, the rich white man drinking the same beer at the same bar for the last 30 years. ‘I work, White Privilege don’t put gas in my tank.’ I know it’s hard for your mind but I ask you to critically think! Your trust fund money came from a different time from the motel your grandpa owned, to open it, he got a loan from the bank while black people got redlined. ‘no, its cause he had collateral.’ which was the land his grandpa gave him where his grandpa ran his slave plantation so all the money you spending was made by racism. ‘whatever snowflake I don’t even care, it don’t effect me’ actually it does, cause the same way you live unaware of the endless atrocities in our society without empathy for what it is putting people through, that’s how you treat you. Merry White Christmas, you've become your parents! Open your presents, it’s the rest of your life! Your dreams were calling but you stuck to the system! Now you have no purpose in being alive! just as you never challenged your lineage or privilege you never questioned your life just did as White daddy said without thinking, 'is this what I want? Is this even what I like?' Receiving his validation meant more to you than you creating your own life. 'do as say, get good grades, don't be gay' i love you daddy, ok. 'don't have emotions and if someone makes you feel beat them up.' ok daddy if i do that will you love me? 'you know I don't have love!' In that moment you stopped growing, time took off into flight, you woke up 30 years later in the same mind that’s learned nothing new, you haven't had an original thought since middle school. Until you realize you’re the fool you’re holding our whole country back! Life is change we're not born to stay the same but you must feel beyond your reptilian brain to know that but that’s the problem you don’t feel at all your emotions can’t make it through the wall you built to protect yourself from daddy's illusions and your true potential! You’re so afraid to step outside of your white privilege to your own soul, you're a fucking criminal. When the heartattack comes you might think it is unexpected but nah, it is from ignoring your own heart and living in deep daddy silent self rejection! Happy Holidays, you’re still racist! your white privilege eroded your mind. Did as your told, now you’re feeling old. You'll need a better savior than Jesus H Christ lyrics, vocals- Justin Blackburn music - Patrick Doyle

Getting older staying sober trying to live without drinking the pressure down. Had a lover, blew my cover, trying to live with out hurting everyone around. It's a long way to the top if you're bedroom indie pop. Asked my brother to forgive my mother, she's been dead for so long now. Getting clean, don't be mean to me, so much I never wanna find out. It's a long way to the top if you're bedroom indie pop. It's a long way to the top if you're bedroom indie pop. Twitter handled, got me cancelled, I swear i was just trying to be funny. Spotify, what's up with that guy? Why does he wanna take all our pennies? I can't drag myself away, summer is turning to autumn, there;'s no place to start but the bottom. I can't I can't I can't drag myself away It's a long way to the top if you're bedroom indie pop. Lyrics- Justin Blackburn, Mat Cothran Vocals- Justin Blackburn, Scottie Leitch Music - Scottie Leitch, Mat Cothran Producer- Patrick Doyle

I hope that you're question your American conditioning. I hope that you're question your American conditioning. I hope that you're question your American conditioning. American Conditioning is going to steal your soul. American Conditioning is going to steal your soul. Bred of lies and pizza rolls. American Conditioning is gonna steal your soul. They'll love you if if you play their game game of their fear game of dying in their name. Hey Karen, come here! Ok. Let me wash your brain... Christmas Candy Canes CANCER No. We have the medicine so we have the answers. Ok great. Now Kevin, give all your power away, Ok. Good luck on death. Have a nice day. Thank you, The system is an organism born to make you insane and you don't even know you're fucking insane Take this pill. ok. it'll kill the real part of you, the energetic heart of you that will bring healing your dreams true. I don't have any dreams. Hey hurry up and swallow We don't want you feeling. Worry up and follow we can't have you kneeling. The foundation is caving. We need you behaving. Ok. Time to work hard Jason i got you but you don't deserve payment cause it is an honor to be disconnected from your desires and hate your life like your father. I love you dad. We must keep you angry and afraid that's how you know your American made. We groom you, baby boom you, fourth of July parade. We need you lost or you;'re on that cross like our boss, praise Jesus, you know the charade We need you pissed off so you can't feel your soul or brainwashed in college under our control. Here's a good grade Karen for all your knowledge. Thank you for this dollar an hour raise, Ten more years and you'll get acknowledge as a day shifter at the stockade. I hope that you're question why does everyone not deserve a million dollars everyday? your American conditioning. What do you think about money? why does everyone not deserve all the love in the world everyday? I hope that you're question What do you think about your soul? do you have one? your American conditioning. why does everyone not deserve to be beautiful everyday? I hope that you're question What is God? your American conditioning. Who are you? As a child you were cherished, now when you smile you feel embarrassed. Look in the mirror, say hi to your parents. hahahahahaha they got you Jason. They locked you down Karen, you dumb motherfuckers grown up children dull hearts dreamless swollen stuck secrets addicted to stress attached to the drama everyday reliving your trauma like you don't have a choice afraid of your own voice. They made you believe you were living it right, huh Ben? You think your one of the business men. You're important. Tell your wife goodnight Lynn, it's gonna be a long short life that never ends. Godspeed my friends. The only way out is within. You fucking idiots. They fooled you Lynn. They broke you Benjamin. I hope your soul is listening through your American conditioning. I hope your soul is listening through your American conditioning I hope your soul is listening through your American conditioning. I hope your soul is listening through your American conditioning I hope your soul is listening through your American conditioning. I hope your soul is listening through your American conditioning I hope your soul is listening through your American conditioning. I hope your soul is listening through your American conditioning vocals, lyrics- Justin Blackburn Music - Patrick Doyle

You are made of Earth I am made of water, You are god's son. I am God's daughter. You and I are born to be there for each other. You are a man but first you are my brother. How could you ever rape me? How could you ever hate me? How could you ever take me away from God/ Father son and ghost, where is the Goddess? I love you the most, let's be honest! How could you ever rape me? How could you ever hate me? How could you ever take me away from God/ God has been a woman forever Adam and Eve ate the apple togehter lyrics - Justin Blackburn vocals - Abby Trufino, Scotty Leitch music - Scotty Leitch, Tommy Fala

I Am Talking to America! Honey, tell your dad it is time for dinner. Dad, it is time for dinner. Dad, it is time for you to remember you are at the cause of it all. Dad, if you’re such a masculine badass then why is what you stand for so small? Dad, the abusive assholes your daughter dates come from you avoiding of your feelings. Dad, instead of giving her your credit card, how about understanding her into healing? Dad, the boss yells at you so you yell at us cause you’re too much of a bitch to stand up. Dad, you’re all about being man enough yet you’re not man enough for love. Dad, I’ve never met someone so afraid of hugs. Dad, kiss the Earth, throw your arms round a tree! Dad, your anger is keeping you from feeling free. Dad, when you beat my ass all I felt was your pain. Dad, that time you crowded the plate, I threw at your fucking head on purpose. Dad, you’re only rich cause your white. Dad, why you’d give up on a life of community service to serve the foundation of white supremacy? Dad, I suck dick just so you will hate me. Dad, you’re scared to death of your emotions that’s why the only devotion in your life is to sports. Dad, you’re a mascot for a dead world. Dad, you think you’re conservative but really you’re a bigot. Dad, thanks for the small dick the chicks really dig it. Nick Tillia- 'Loving place we can operate from but it is the highest place we can operate from in terms of our attraction cause when I need nothing I am it and I realize it is all here right now!' Dad, the picture of our family smiling above the fireplace is a lie. Dad, your pride froze your inside. Dad, your friends who died in war, died in vain. Dad, massage your brain and put down your gun. Dad, you didn’t get drafted cause the Army didn’t think you were man enough to be buried in Arlington. Dad, your racist jokes are cops murdering innocent black people. Dad, you claim a cold heart but you’re just afraid to confront your own evil. Dad, if you really did, you’d light me on fire in the middle of the night and watch my brain melt. Dad, you think you hate gays but you just hate yourself. Dad, there’s a world outside your television. Dad, there’s a planet outside your subdivision. Dad, there’s a universe within your innervision. Dad, you should’ve had the balls to run like your father did. Dad, face your trauma and find a fucking therapist. Nick Tillia- 'When i act from scaredy, i'm focused on earning something that was never missing in the first place so my attention and my energy and my actions are all misdirected. When i begin from a place of wholeness, I am whole and complete, I am beginning from truth then i ask the question, 'what am i wanting to create from wholeness?' Dad, I’d gladly never been born to give you the chance to stand for something, to be Bob Dylan. Dad, you’re so angry all the time cause your feelings are so hurt. Dad, you think it is Satan but it is your Old Testament God who is the prostitute shitting on your chest after work. Dad, it is not going to kill you to be vulnerable it is going to kill you to not be, heartattack. Dad, it was so sad for me to see you hold back tears at your father’s funeral. Dad, when you die I am crying my ass off. Dad, I will not have children until I’ve forgiven you and taken this hateful mask off. Dad, I ate your fucking dinner and I have to take a shit. Dad, I am using your fucking shitter. Nick Tillia - 'When you're perceiving yourself from a place of lack, you're thinking how can i get something out of this, how can I get money, how do I get all these things, when you operate from wholeness you ask, how can I be of service?' lyrics by Justin Blackburn, Nick Tillia music by Mathew Lee Cothran produced by Justin Blackburn, Patrick Doyle

How lucky to be a puppy you are. One look at you and what'd I do to my heart? The old man says 'be quiet' but i like it when you bark. How lucky to be a puppy you are. How lucky to not need money you are. One look at you and i cut up my credit card. The old man says 'boy get a job!' and I am trying with all my hearts. How lucky to not need money you are. It's just me you and a puppy in the dark. Honey, it don't cost a penny to take a walk in the park. The old man has no love that's why his life's so hard. How lucky to be a puppy you are. lyrics, vocals- Justin Blackburn music - Patrick Jeffords producer- Patrick Doyle

Have you ever remember raped? No. That’s why you making jokes man! Have you ever been oppressed? No. That’s why you talking like you’re in the Ku Klux Klan. You’re too weak for empathy so here comes your trigger warning… Everything you think is edgy is only because you’re fucking boring. These kind of white people could wake up. These kind of white people could wake up. These kind of white people could wake up. These kind of white people could wake up. YEAH, BITCHES ARE JUST SLUTS TO ME... I’m still a virgin, never had a girlfriend, women scare me cause they’re so much more beautiful than I am so when I feel love, it hurts. YEAH, I SAY THE N WORD... I grew up in a white neighborhood, went to white school, worshipped white Jesus at white church. YEAH, I USE HOMOPHOBIC SLURS... I don’t have anything against gays though I say the words meant to make them feel less than human but when I say it, I just mean you’re being a bitch bro. YEAH, I MAKE RAPE JOKES.... Though I’ve never been raped and no one has shared their experiences since no one feels they can be vulnerable with me out of fear I’ll make fun of them. YEAH, I MAKE FUN OF TRANSPEOPLE They are asking for it by being themselves i n an intolerant society of people who are scared to be themselves. I CAN'T BELIEVE STUPID ASS SNOWFLAKES ACTUALLY GET OFFENDED BY WORDS... I hate myself so since life has no meaning to me I can’t comprehend why anyone else would stand up for theirs. MAN, YOU'RE SICK OF BEING OFFENDED WELL I'M OFFENDED BY ALL YOU SHEEPLE SAYING I CAN'T EXPRESS MY FEELINGS.... You’re sick of being offended well I’m offended by all you sheeple saying I can’t express my feelings. I wouldn’t describe what I have is feelings… more like numb blocks of unexamined pain. SO RUN TO YOUR SAFE SPACE SNOWFLAKE while I sit stuck to the Mountain Dew residue in my mom’s basement playing video game cause I am afraid of genuine human connection. THAT'S KIND OF LIKE MY SAFE SPACE... SHUT UP, I NEVER FEEL SAFE CAUSE I AIN'T NO SNOWFLAKE, FEELING SAFE IS FOR PUSSIES... But I really really wanna feel safe cause I’m tired of being angry all the time. Sure would be nice to be a snowflake in the breeze! WHAT? I'LL SHOOT A SNOWFLAKE IN THE FACE WITH MY GUN! Snowflakes are made out of water? YEAH, WELL, I'M MADE OUT OF NAILS... Nails hurt…I want to be soft like snow! I DIDN'T JUST SAY THAT BITCH... But I did just think it but I’m scared to admit it cause my dad bullied me and so did all the kids in high school so all I knew how to do was put up this hard shell but it is so cold in here. IF ONLY I COULD LET GO OF ALL THIS PAIN You can…just focus on breathing… THAT SOUNDS LIKE HIPPIE BULLSHIT... But try it, it'll make you feel calmer YEAH, BUT I DON'T WANT TO FEEL CALM CAUSE I'LL WHOOP YOUR ASS Of course you will. THIS RELAXING STUFF IS MAKING ME SCARED MAMA HELP, DAVE MATTHEWS WAS RIGHT, LIFE IS SHORT BUT SWEET FOR CERTAIN... Your mother can't help you but I can, I am the love within you. I'M SCARED TO CHANGE BUT IT IS ALL I WANT... Just keep breathing and relax in the knowing it is safe to change because beyond all the fear that love is who you truly are, it is who everyone I DON'T FEEL WORTHY, I DON'T FEEL WORTHY But you are, everyone is and when you start to see everyone in that light you will feel that way too. I'M SUCH A BAD PERSON, I'M SO SORRY It is ok, you can change, you can change right now… thank YOU! These kind of white people could wake up. These kind of white people could wake up. Have you ever remember raped? No. That’s why you making jokes man! Have you ever been oppressed? No. That’s why you talking like you’re in the Ku Klux Klan. You’re too weak for empathy so here comes your trigger warning… Everything you think is edgy is only because you’re fucking boring. lyrics, vocals - Justin Blackburn Music - Patrick Doyle lyrics, vocals - Justin Blackburn Music - Patrick Doyle

How do you make a white person care? Suburban living, willfully unaware of all the injustice, of that’s unfair. How do you make a white person care? How do you make a white person see? A black man is as beautiful as a shining sea that God made him from love just like me. How do you make a white person see? How do you wake a white person up? Put something stronger than coffee in his cup, that makes him confront where his thoughts come from... How do you wake a white person up? We’ve got a lot of giving to do, we've got a lot of giving to do, for the living we’ve put others through... yeah, we've got a lot of giving to do. How do you make a white person heal? When his own evil he can’t even feel the systematic oppression behind the wheel. How do you make a white person heal? How do you a white people aware? That his privilege comes from another’s despair that he’s never driven by cop and said a prayer. How do you white people aware? We’ve got a lot of giving to do, we've got a lot of giving to do, for the living we’ve put others through... we've got a lot of giving to do. Lyrics - Justin Blackburn Music, Vocals - Annie Elie Producer - Patrick Doyle

Unlearning White America Jobs are for rednecks. College is for cutie pies. Money is impotent. Problems are lies. All people are lovable. Judgments disguise. All people are suicidal. Stupidity tries. Getting offended is awesome. Feeling embarrassed is sweet. Self-hatred is the only disease. Woman is the air Earth breathes. Satan is an actor. Jesus was not a cracker. America was made on white supremacy. God loves you unconditionally. Columbus was a rapist. White people are the illegals. No one is born racist. A chicken is as divine as an eagle. The asshole was made for fucking. Knowledge knows nothing. Aliens are everywhere. Everyone has angels. It’s hard to get there when you’re already there. You are the God in your prayer. Compassion is recommended. Appreciation is key. Every pun is intended. Your unconscious is creating your reality. Testicles are beautiful. Meat is murder. Lesbians don’t need dildos. Emotional Attachment is a cheeseburger. The Black Man created your wife’s ass. The White Man created your fragility. Educate yourself by skipping class. The toughest man alive is vulnerability. The most punk rock thing is positivity. Transpeople are sexy as fuck. The TV show Friends sucks. Change your thoughts to change your life. Law of Attraction doesn’t care about being right. Depression is admitting to a crime you didn’t commit Joy is your alibi. Panic is more afraid of you than you are of it. It’s so far out the way out is in. Now is where all the power lives. There is no road less traveled. Everyone can heal. Every out is the easiest. Reverse racism isn’t real. Frat Bros are the biggest losers. Weak people are the only abusers. Faith is something you talk yourself into. Everything you look down on you fall into. It never gets better than your own breath. Fear is the reason for your death. Lyrics- Justin Blackburn Vocals- Justin Blackburn, Aviva Campbell Music - AD Weighs

i walk the river to the ocean I walk the ocean to the moon. I get so angry at myself over nothing over you. You bring the trauma, you bring the drama, you bring me Chinese food. I get so angry at myself over nothing over you. The way you fight with me hate, it draws me out like a moth to the flame. You sucked my dick in the Chik fila. You claim Christian but you never pray. Mother Mary Mother Ocean Mother Fucker mother goose I get so angry at myself over nothing over you. lyrics - Justin Blackburn, Annie Elie, Mathew Lee Cothran music - Mathew Lee Cothran, Guitar Solo - John Toohey producer - Patrick Doyle