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Scary Times
03:32
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Since Snowden, We have all been paranoid,
Tape across our cameras, Alexa in the void.
Troops deployed on a peaceful protest,
You have to invest to guarantee arrests.
In some far off shore, water wells bored,
drone strikes on kids bikes and religion at the fore.
In the background oil, wars most precious spoil
Thick black destructive, seductive.
In the corridors of power dirty deals are done, Scary times have come.
Trump take a bow, same then as now as
his Nazi shock doctrine brings the razor wire down.
Intention, suspension, fact invention
There's poison in our food so we've got minimal retention.
Stopping the other at every border,
it's like ADHD like they got a disorder.
A colour code spectrum to reject some
Neo-liberalised is the New World Order.
Lost touch with reality, humanity a fallacy,
the depths we plunder leads to Infant mortality
Money sows the seeds of corporations endless greed, it grows, it flows
Sell what we want not what they need.
Hypernormal, Informal and abnormal
Words lock us down, professionalized and formal.
With legal speech and double dutch,
a million different ways that we are losing touch..
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Assassins
03:27
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Gettin' Kinda Heavy
03:07
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Late Night, we drove into the city.
Passing trucks, things didn't look so pretty.
We parked it at the over ground, the four of us were hungry,
things to thrill and make you ill, our attitude was corrupt see,
Checked in on the place we met, though the memories escape me,
Seems it's only natural to forget.
Late night, walking in the city,
passing fights, but they don't get my pity.
We listened to the underground, the clatter broke the city,
whistled songs, but I suspect the melodies were shitty,
flew drones and broke bones as daylight fell upon me,
few cans down and I forget...
Its getting kinda heavy and its coming down thick
I'm wearing my sunglasses so the shit dont stick.
Protest hit the street next day, decay had met its limit,
Couldn't open locks, instead we had to shim it
took phones and threw stones, clashes in the city
waiting for the day that I regret.
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Rainfall
04:45
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Seems they got me in rainfall, it's the way that things can turn out blue. What could i do?
7 years since I went away, 7 years that I guess were hard on you.
But what could I do?
I wouldn't bow kneel nor beg, nor buy off the peg,
took no masters, no slaves, didn't fail to behave.
But when your meta gods are depraved I wont dig my own grave.
Nor fail to achieve all the things you think I need.
You took exception when I planted the seed,
a disease to displease, it went viral with ease.
we have to value humanity in the face of adversity,
Not a case of simplicity, no more complicity.
- (CH)
Firewalls came down and outrage went up,
It burned political clowns, what a drop the prices took,
When the raid went down, the neighbourhood shook.
No judge no jury, just an open/closed book.
Hardly the Hilton, not Guantanamo Bay,
where I I am I truly cant say,
I guess it's the Atlantic, there's a northern lights display
hail and high winds, but it rains every day...
- (CH)
we don't work, we don't eat, we kick up, we don't sleep,
there's no reward you can reap that would bring a release
to the sadness I feel, but still no appeal,
I can't see a way I'll meet with their rules
I feel there's no way to swallow my dismay, I can't even join the CIA
my south facing cell has a northern lights display
hail and high winds, but it rains every day...
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Spooky Disco
03:44
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Sitting watching waiting -It's anticipation.
The daily situation -of everything that makes us flow.
So slow to grow - The seeds of my sorrow
Of working to nothing that you will ever know.
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And though I know you're near - you cannot hear me
And though disasters clear - You won't believe me.
And though I know you're near - you cannot hear me
And though disasters here I can't lose another night - without you.
I can't lose another night - without you.
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A fucked up situation - gives rise to my frustration
A lack of motivation and the deftly dealt with blow by blow
Sitting watching waiting - like people at the station
Rushing by their lives so low the seeds of my sorrow.
And I never ever dreamt of another night without you....
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Corporations
04:36
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The corporation must keep growing. profits never slowing
All the while knowing, there's no end
To wealth thinking, its carcinogenic
Beyond polemic, its time to send,
Crowds to the gates and the doors of parliament,
bricks through the windows of any government
that allows the planet to be stripped to the bone
for pointless profit sat in ivory thrones.
I wont profit, share economic growth,
but get the cancers and the barren from the world we don't own.
Its not save the planet, but not fuck our selves,
selfies outside Tesco 'there's no food on the shelves',
'
But plastic shit, cheap sugar hits
a rise in fits and anxious twitch
til our money is useless, our wallets are fruitless,
then we become the rainforests, get slash and burn
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