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From The Gutter
02:11
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I'm sick and tired of watching my friends
suffer in silence just to earn a pittance.
Denied their own nature
reduced to the throes of industrial dominion
inducing dementia in millions
to honor the order of privilege
and render true hegemonic vision.
Exploited, exhausted
I can't seem to help them from the gutter.
Accosted, held hostage
I can't seem to help them from the gutter.
This competitive corporatist structure
pitting all of the world against one another
in a battle for who can eat who.
To the victor their value sold by the hour
the loser their body amassed on the pyre
as a warning for all who dare refuse.
Exploited, exhausted
I can't seem to help them from the gutter.
Accosted, held hostage
I can't seem to help them from the gutter.
And neither can you.
We're all sorted at birth
assigned a value, a negative worth.
You only have the right to remain
productive & submissive
until you're collapsing.
This competitive corporatist structure
pitting all of the world against one another
in a battle for who can eat who.
To the victor their value sold by the hour
the loser their body amassed on the pyre.
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2. |
Chains On Me
01:12
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Those who dare to break the silence
are met with only violence by the riot police.
The fee for valuing freedom
is a license to be
snubbed out and wiped off the street
another casualty.
With all the pains and misery
that hierarchy brings it seems
the only thing that makes sense is anarchy.
Not bowing down to boys in blue
or grinding down my bones to be
a cog in someone else's machinery.
No cops, no masters,
no bureaucrat bastards putting
chains on me.
The fee for valuing freedom
is a license to be
snubbed out and wiped off the street
another casualty.
No gods, no masters.
No industry putting chains on me.
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3. |
Jacks' Got Nuthin
01:04
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I'm begging ya think it through
before you give your life over to the system.
I'm begging ya think it through
and consider the victims.
Poverty through violence.
Enslavement by the chosen few.
I'm begging ya think it through
before you give your life over to the system.
I'm begging ya accept the truth
about the ones who enlist us.
Genocide for the oligarch, fascist slaughter.
Torturing the innocent by clandestine order.
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Protest the armament of our borders
they'll put you in chains for public disorder.
The cycle starts again.
You're chewed up and spit out.
Life wasted, you're spent.
When our comrades starve in the desert
or thrown into cages with families severed.
The cycle starts again.
You're chewed up and spit out.
Life wasted, you're spent.
When your life is a trap, a sentence to whether
in a caste held nether and kept under toe.
The cycle starts again.
You're chewed up and spit out.
Life wasted, you're spent.
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5. |
Thirsty
01:08
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Chug!
But you're still
thirsting for vice,
thirsting for power,
thirsting for rough play.
You're dying of thirst.
Salacious compulsions consume your ego
until what's her name (you can't remember) walks on by.
You wag out your tongue and spit up a lie.
While unlisted numbers of brothers and sisters
cry out in the streets.
Professing the violence
at your hands they meet.
You'll grab the bottle and chug it twice
in an arrogant aim to cleanse your cock shame.
There's no excuse to be a slave of your glans.
We don't understand.
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6. |
Loosies
01:37
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How many lives will it take?
The count is rising, you don't see the problem?
What's the value of a life?
Is it a house? Is it a car?
Is it a pack of smokes?
Is it the change in my pocket?
Who should be given the right to take that life?
What's the justification?
Is it petty theft? Is it tax evasion?
Is it distribution?
You might think so but what I wanna know
is what're you gonna do when it's you
dying on the sidewalk.
Panicked and pleading.
Begging to escape,
but the grip just tightens surrounding.
You try to tell them "I can't breath"
the grip tightens it seems.
Vision fading, you're begging harder
and harder and harder.
Not a single one noticed.
In your death breath
the last thought in your head is
"God why did you do this?"
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