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Lyrics:
You say everything has been said before
Change is not important to you anymore
Revolution can wait for another day
Strive for personal gain makes us feel betrayed!
These corporate imperialists who conquer and destroy
Our duty to fight these fucks, to raise our fucking voice
We stand at the verge of an ecological collapse
While you search for sponsors to make your pockets fat
What about the suffering caused by mass consumption?
The slave labour abuses, environmental destruction
Animals who were murdered to make said product?
You justify their suffering as cause and effect.
The millions in the Third World without proper health care
No food or water, they turn to violence in despair
The legacy of your people's acts of genocide?
Years of continued silence, nothing has been rectified
There is a reason why we are so fucking pissed
That we believed in you, to refuse and resist
Believed that you cared and were one of us
Never no more a rock star we can trust
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Lyrics:
I am a rifle.
Built like a dream out of the past.
Crushing generations with a foggy mass
of seething anger and unhealed wounds.
I can’t make this right but don’t be confused.
I am a rifle. I am this blockade.
I’m banners and violence and car-bombs and riots.
I am a rifle. I am this blockade.
I am the fire of a thousand murdered sons.
Don’t look to me to give the future back.
Don’t look to me to rework the past.
I’m only here to bring things to a head.
You can cover your ears, it doesn’t change who I am.
I am a rifle. I am this blockade.
I’m banners and violence and car-bombs and riots.
I am a rifle. I am this blockade.
I am the fire of a thousand murdered sons.
I haunt the Chilcotin.
I stalk Palestine.
I fueled Rwanda’s worst.
I held Lasagna’s hand.
I’m one hundred shades of hunger.
I am a rifle. I am this blockade.
I am the fire of a thousand murdered sons.
I am resistance. I am your problem.
I'm not leaving and I am your fault.
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Talk-Sick - Bed Bugs
01:28
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Lyrics:
Bedbugs!
They bite!
Hail from the underground, but just below the surface
And they spread across the nation, but they stay hidden from sight
You lie, awake at night, you tell yourself you'll be alright
But look about and you'll find out that
Bedbugs bite!
You look surprised to find that banning that insecticide
Would change the ecosystem, once again the bugs would breed
Save the environment? Well bedbugs are a part of it!
Sit back, relax and watch them pretty
Bedbugs feed!
The things that go bump in the night
The itch you scratch until you bleed
You've tried it all, but still
You feel them on your skin
Your sanity is wearing thin
You see the bedbugs,
Bedbugs win
Bedbugs! They bite!
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Lyrics:
Moon Patrol
Commodore 64
BC's Quest for Tires
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Kleins96 - Yafa
02:40
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Lyrics:
These words aren't light, or taken for granted
the way a million miles of sky above the highway is for me
These tanks, these troops are on your Visa bill
Zion, incorporated with impunity
We are the guards, the architects
Do you know the blood that's on your hands? No?
Go to sleep, and dream of terror
of a nation of savages cutting throats
of a promised land and a chosen few
and battle lines drawn across the evening news
Now wake up and try to breathe
It's 40 degrees and the army didn't turn on the water this week
The prison cell you may be born or die in
is manifest of an entire globe screaming fuck you
Apartheid
Where do we go from here?
This is right now
It's not good or evil, black or white
We can't dance around basic human rights
Fuck the border, try crossing the street
There is no god that would not let them free
How can you sleep when your beds are burning?
I refuse to let you ignore this
"Occupation" is not a protest rally
it's a real living hell
Apartheid
Where do we go from here?
This ENDS right now
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Lyrics:
Living With Ghosts
Well I can't sleep
Unwelcome thoughts of you out holes in all my dreams
Panic sits inside my chest so I can't breathe
Your name becomes the only word I speak
I hate what it's done to me
I'm still living with these thoughts
I'm still living with your words
And it's fucking eating me alive
And it persists
A throbbing ache built up by pain and bitterness
And in the end it's all just fucking meaningless
I still let it take control, I don't resist
I hate that I'm doing this
Consumed by vapor, ink, and lead
Unending conflict with the dead
No sighted exit
No release
Just let me rest, just give me peace
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Lyrics:
Reckless indulgence, the thrill of the hunt
Obsessed with the primitive pounding of drums
One with the dark and the desolate cold
Warmed by the hell fire that burns in our souls
Deadly sins
No one wins
A world bent on pride, lust and greed
But these sins mean nothing to me
I'll never repent for my life
My sins are my reason to fight
We're gonna die, so prepare for the worst
We're gonna die, both a blessing and curse
We're gonna die, enjoy your life while you can
We're gonna die, don't just wait for the end
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EndProgram - Not Enough
00:49
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Lyrics:
too many towers too many willing too many descending too many ceilings too many humans too many misplaced too many wasted too many faces too many searching too many gouging too many grasping too many guilty
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Lyrics:
Ctrl + Alt + Del
i observe, a digital camera, on auto focus.
The mistakes. Our mistakes.
Screens distract from the alienating discomfort of being.
It is not enough. Not enough.
The mistakes. Our mistakes; humanity.
Control alt delete
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Lyrics:
Blank faces follow sunken eyes
Once the future now forgotten
EVEN BY OUR OWN SELVES
The wrenching smell of the end too bitter to describe
Each breath could be our last
Silent hallways deafening
WHEN WILL WE FADE AWAY?
Not being able to control our own destiny
Waiting to die.
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I'll never be the one to take matters in my hands. Responsibility's a big word to comprehend. You can call me lazy but the truth is really its.. Im not really lazy I just dont wanna put up with your stupid shit.
Id rather stay the same. And do what I want every day. How could you possibly be any better than me by being told what to fucking do.
You call yourself civilized well thats a fucking lie. Go to work and then go home to live your stupid life. Thats not the life for me nor will it ever be. Or will it ever be...
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