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Failed State
02:26
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We get torn apart
All our lives
Told that we're useless or gifted
Loved or despised
Too many generations passed
And passing
But all their progress
Lost its meaning
We call it evolution
You call it a crime
But as we run
From your culture
You're running out of time
Self immolation?
Just to keep warm tonight
(Passing through)
How far could this world go
To reject you
I - will not fall in line
I - will not break in time
We can rebuild this,
Beyond
All our lives
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2. |
Hand of Glory
01:40
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Dead boys
Dig through all this condescension
Speech from the desert echo to cities
Coming in louder and clearer
Communicate this capital cancer
Fuck no !
Here's my answer
What are you gonna do?
What you gonna do?
When it's all gone, without a warning
What are you gonna do when it all
Comes down and crashing through
What are you gonna do?
What you gonna do?
When it's all gone, without a warning
What are you gonna do when it all
Comes crashing down on you?
Dead boys
Pave the road with good intentions
Did the banks buy our president?
The corporate bail-out
Heaven sent
Legislation from a company town
Washington D.C. burn it down
What are you gonna do?
What you gonna do?
When it's all gone, without a warning
What are you gonna do when it all
Comes down and crashing through
What are you gonna do?
What you gonna do?
When it's all gone, without a warning
What are you gonna do when it all
Comes crashing down on you
Without a warning we're dead, boys
With what they value,
How is this a surprise?
A better world will live on
In our eyes
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3. |
Twilight's Last Gleaming
02:49
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He was the artful dodger of the bullet blasts
While the cop cars passed him by
For the wolves-in-sheep's-clothes politics
And the pop stars
Young men die
While you while away our pensions
Cheat on your wives and taxes, no
Is your embezzlement also heaven sent
Like these prodigal planes in the sky?
The last time his card gets slid into
The war machine
Charging another round .
The distance
Between what we say and what we mean
Change in the underground
Translate the life blood spatter
Rescue me from this binary chatter
The last time
His card gets slid into the war machine
Charging another round
Waking up from a nightmare
Drowned down there
The dead boys' stare
How does the cost outweigh
The life we need
The air we breathe?
Do we tell each other
When we can't sleep?
Wake up sweating in goodwill sheets?
My optimistic apocalypse triptych:
Inflammable material
Send for me
The last time
His card gets slid into the war machine.
Charging another round .
The distance
Between what we say and what we mean
Change in the underground
The prophecy in
The life blood spatter
Rescue me from the binary chatter
The last time
His card gets slid into the war machine
Charging another round
Our waters,
The tide we'd
Watch it unpolluted
Take us all out
With this age of
War crimes
Worn so weightless:
Distraction
Its not mine
The weight of living the choice
To defend
Its our time
His card get slid into the
War machine.
Charging another round .
The distance
Between what we say
And what we mean
Change in the underground
Prophecy in the life blood spatter
Rescue me from the binary chatter
The last time
His card gets slid to the
War machine
Charging another round
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4. |
Orphan Age
01:56
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Are we all detainees?
Without rights trapped inside motives
Presented by the black and the white
And bleeding blue ray red but only to amplify
Heroes made while innocents die
Is a free press this easy to buy?
Starving for truth
Profit for lie
Witness to business
War market toxins
Bullets and ballot
Stocks and pine boxes
They can't keep us down
And the puppet speaks and the prophet seeks
His gunpowder dry the radiated land
And the puppet speaks and the prophet seeks
A rain shower now you've overplayed your hand
Every orphan, every soldier
Every family wounded by this sleight of hand
Every soldier, every family
Every orphan are bodies in the blink of an eye
I will stand against this lie
When the puppet speaks and the prophet seeks
His gunpowder dry the radiated land
And the puppet speaks and the prophet seeks a rain shower
Now you've overplayed your hand
There is no peace, there is no sleep
Until the people rise and take back the land
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