The Classroom's The Last Room

I'm In This Band To Give Volume To Various Struggles Throughout The World. To Me, The Tension In This Band Is A Minimal Sacrifice.

It Has To Start Somewhere, It Has To Start Sometime, What Better Place Than Here? What Better Time Than Now?

Yes I Know My Enemies. They're The Teachers Who Taught Me To Fight Me, Compromise, Conformity, Assimilation, Submission, Ignorance, Hypocrisy, Brutality, The Elite, All Of Which Are American Dreams.

Inside Me, I Think That An Animal Goes Through A Lot Of Pain In The Whole Cycle Of Death In The Slaughterhouse; Just Living To Be Killed. That Whole Situation Is Really Messed Up For Animals, Growing Up In Those Little Cooped-up Pens. I Just Don't Think Its Worth Eating That Animal. I Think Animals Should Be Free. There's So Much Other Food Out There That Doesn't Have To Involve You In That Cycle Of Pain And Death.

When Ignorance Reigns, Life Is Lost...