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Cash Nexus
03:24
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When the mind is set on self interest, life is a contest.
When collective thoughts deemed communist, we progress that cash nexus.
Some say, there's no future!.... For us....
These wounds they need some sutures!..... Not cuts....
When social policy's an industry, life is costly.
When we define free economically, it's a magnate monopoly.
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Chugga
02:14
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I'm looking for something. Something in myself.
I'm getting nothing, and so is everyone else!
Muted expression, minimal memory.
I turn it into aggression, but it don't set me free!
It's all the same...
Life's so mundane...
Don't wanna live in vain...
It's time to make a change!
Sometimes I question, what I'm really worth.
My introspection, is like a still birth.
I got little to offer, I got less to say.
Don't look to me for an answer...
Start believing, you'll start seeing change!
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3. |
Do It Again
03:10
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I'm disconnected, I'm dis-attached.
Thoughts dislocated, incarcerated.
An alien in my own skin. I can feel it begin.
My heavy heart is pumping, racing for the win...
I'll alter what's inside (with my medicine)
I'll force my face upright (the retail grin)
A cigarette to pacify (smoke to survive)
A beer, a pill, a puddle in a pipe..... and i'll do it again
I feel anti-social, when I socialise.
I try to be vocal, while I internalise.
An anxiety burden, I cut the chord to connect.
And self-deprecation's, got me feeling inept...
An alien in my own skin, I can feel it begin....
What's it all for.....
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4. |
Nazi Pundits Fuck Off
02:34
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Too many nazis in the streets today
The kind of scum that used to hide away but
They're getting brazen cos all you keep saying is
If you try and stop em you're as bad as they are
Too many fascists in the streets today
You can tell em by the flags they wave
It's not ambiguous, you fucking liberals
You're the reason why they're not afraid
You take too many steroids and you need to settle down
Cosplaying as a brownshirt and disturbing rural towns
Putting weird amounts of effort into your enunciation
Projecting insecurities and sexual frustration
From Shermon Burgess to Nick Folkes, the nazis here are fucking jokes
But that don't mean they won't draw blood if we don't nip this in the bud
They've killed already in the states, the cops do nothing cos they're m8s
They're claiming they're the master race, so why not punch one in the face?
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5. |
The Fear
02:58
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Digest the abject to fuel the hate.
Celebrate the symbols of the state.
Outsourced and imported...
The foreign labor, you bought it...
Your just another consumer in the global market, and you're a target.
We got the fear (x2)
Fragility is clear
When we keep feeding the fear, in our hearts....
Demonise the refugee 'cause your free.
You heard about the evil on the TV.
Now you can rally the white mob...
And pedal hate like it's your job...
Now you can burn the mosque as bear the cross.
Instilling terror like a terrorist.
Fear, in, us!
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Panopticon
02:41
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Our lives are subject to their eyes.
Our selves are born, not once but twice, we're digitised.
We won't escape, we wanna shape!
The web we weave, all we believe and all we leave...
If they want me, I'm theirs to see.
Panopticon! Captives come to censor how they're seen.
Surveil the cell! Or say you will, to kill mobility.
Trillions of signals surf the sky.
Sent and received, lost and retrieved, sold and deceived.
Engage the information age.
Enlightenment in a cave, with a bitcoin wage and a facebook page...
Panopticon! Captives come to censor how they're seen.
Surveil the cell! Or say you will, to kill mobility.
Resist! Now your on their list and they're watching.
Iron fist! Fears a new foe, the hacktivist.
A two-way camera.
The power of paranoia.
Just because they can see ya.
Doesn't mean they want ya.... They wanna know!
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7. |
Untold
03:06
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I made another mistake.
This shame I can't take.
Now I, gotta live with the feeling.
I try to wash it away.
Deep sigh, here to stay.
So I, feel the weight of the ceiling.
Untold. So cold.
Defend, To what end....
I take, nothing to give.
I fake, trying to live.
I die, day to day on the inside.
I break, the burning bridge.
I make it harder to live.
I cry. Playing the role of the victim.
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8. |
Wizard In A Cave
03:27
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Bong rips
Long riffs
Bag of chips
Glassy eyes
Buying servo pies
They know you're high
Bought stick
On tick
Fuckin sick
Wizard
Of bong
Choof on
Wizard in a cave smoking weed eating mushrooms
Wizard in a cave smoking weed eating mushrooms
Mushrooms mushrooms big mushies
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