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Operation Rescue (See Against the Grain)
Punk Rock Song (See The Gray Race)
Tomorrow (See Generator)
A Walk (See The Gray Race)
God Song (See Against the Grain)
Pity The Dead (See The Gray Race)
1,000 More Fools (See Suffer)
Drunk Sincerity (See The Gray Race)
Generator (See Generator)
Change Of Ideas (See No Control)
Portait Of Authority (See Recipe For Hate)
What It Is (See Stranger Than Fiction)
Dream Of Unity (Previously Unreleased)
Sanity (See No Control)
American Jesus (See Recipe For Hate)
Do What You Want (See Suffer)
Part III (See 80-85)
10 in 2010 (See The Gray Race)
No Direction (See Generator)
Along The Way (See 80-85)
Recipe For Hate (See Recipe For Hate)
Fuck Armageddon (See 80-85)
It's Reciprocal (Previously Unreleased)
Struck A Nerve (See Recipe For Hate)
Leave Mine To Me (See Stranger Than Fiction)
Tested (Previously Unreleased)
No Control (See No Control)

Dream Of Unity
I had a dream of unity
Where we would walk side by side
But today I see that it’s only me
Just tryin’ to get by
Sometimes we strive undeterred
To walk as one toward our goals
But as people stray toward more selfish ways
We see we have no control
I had a dream of unity
Where we would walk side by side
But today I see that it’s only me
Just tryin’ to get by
Just tryin’ to get by

It’s Reciprocal
Harding terms of earthly discontent
A truism a grind of all it’s own
Morning makes you know your in a cell
But love is just as pure as you both because
It’s reciprocal, it’s reciprocal
It’s reciprocal, it’s reciprocal
When true love is metaphysical
The notes as we learn to be set
You and me we got a special thing
But I want you to never forget
It’s reciprocal, it’s reciprocal
It’s reciprocal, it’s reciprocal
Each bedtime I stir with regret guilty and vain
Hoping for retribution
Charity’s immune from my demands
I don’t expect a thing from the weak
But you my love are measured and compared
Predisposed to my profane decree
It’s reciprocal, it’s reciprocal
It’s reciprocal, it’s reciprocal

Tested
Yeah
They say there’s a place free of trouble and care
And you have to pass a test for to make it there
It has something to do with the road that’s straight and narrow
And the only way to go it is by being right and thorough
There’s always one more hill to climb
There’s always one more hill to climb
Bombarded by multiple choices twenty four seven
Navigating a tangled web of logic and passion
Guided by subconscious voices askewed and sharpened
Tested, tested
At times we may be wondering what were supposed to do
Stand and deliver or see the conflict through
And as we long or proceed to build our castles in the sky
Our plans get confounded and determination dies
There’s no preparation and no guide
Just what you’ve done before here with your life
Bombarded by multiple choices twenty four seven
Navigating a tangled web of logic and passion
Guided by subconscious voices askewed and sharpened
Tested, tested
Acting on will, the test is a reaction
Opening your heart, the test is the emotion
Rolling the dice, the test is the intuity
Burning out your mind, the test is the recovery
You can play by the rules or bend them to your knees
But the test isn’t over till you reach your dark eternal sleep
There are no absolutes, no big wheels in the sky
You don’t have to be first just gotta somehow get by
Yeah bombarded by multiple choices twenty four seven
Navigating a tangled web of logic and passion
Guided by subconscious voices askewed and sharpened
Tested, tested