1. |
Antropofobia
01:11
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2. |
Time of Uncertainty
02:02
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We’ve been told throughout our lives
To work real hard we must survive
We’ve been taught to do our best
Extend a hand to help the rest
But we don’t even have a future
Stole from us we’ve got the picture
Drowned in debt we can’t repay
To a faceless the banker we are the slaves
Five years from now, will we survive?
How will we conduct our lives?
Can we escape this dead-end street?
Or are we just destined to repeat?
Like solders falling one by one
We aim our star ship towards the sun
This endless treadmill, can’t sustain
A world collapse under your strain
Profits soaring once again
Bite into the jugular vein
The corporation as a citizen
The human being equivalent
But we don’t even have a future
Stole from us we’ve got the picture
Drowned in debt we can’t repay
To a faceless the banker we are the slaves
Now were fighting for are lives
No way to know if we’ll survive
Dragging nature down the drain
No way to know what will remain
For generations down the line
Always work to undermine
We can’t even see a future
Leveraged for the baby boomer
Longest living, Power hungry
Never giving, after money
Hand extended; Weapons drawn
Shoulders shrugging, where’s it gone?
Responsibility is passed
Just like the debt that they’ve amassed
Systems built no one can stop
Automation at the top
WE ARE SO FUCKED
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3. |
The Court of Last Resort
03:53
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You Plotted
For the carotid
Going straight for the throat
You knew it
You put us through it
And that was all she wrote
The end is coming and it’s right on time
A perfect ending to your nursery rhyme
No way in hell that we’ll let you escape
Tried for your crimes, and it’s never too late
The defendant will rise and repeat after me
Do you solemnly swear to tell the whole truth as it should be?
You Pillaged
The Village
Then moved your business over seas
You shut down
The whole town
Because profit’s all you see
Your making slaves in a foreign land
You pay no taxes just because you can
You roll the dice, let the blood spill
Skipping town before you pay your bill
We’re after You
You are Through
The jig is up
The lines been cut
Strategically
Blown to smithereens
For the CEO
It’s time you go
Your legal team
Can hear you scream
Check and mate
As we seal you fate
Fuck the kings and queens
Of the money schemes
Fuck the board of directors
And wall street investors
All the politics and the pieces of shit
All of the willing participants
If you’re going to gamble, you’re gonna get bit
We refuse your plea that your innocent
You’ve commented the crime and you’ve sealed your fate
For you and your partners it’s all to late
Nowhere to hide
You lived those lies
Nowhere to run
To escape the fun
For decades we tried
For decades you lied
Its us or you
No other point of views
You're being tried in the of the court of last resort
We’re turning the law into a contact sport
You've had chance after chance to amend your ways
Your reply after reply has been to stay the same
Profits over people has collapsed the world
Whole nations are in peril while this mess unfurls
Careless corporations out to change the laws
Corrupt politicians only heed their cause
You
Lied
To
Me
Fucker
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4. |
Digging
02:48
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Struggle to
get a shovel full
As the muscles burn
With every bucket full
digging deeper for
the company
I’m a good little
bumblebee
Blind def and dumb
may work well for some
With the rhythm of
the heart beating drum
Digging deeper down,
as the light dims
I feel the dark
is creeping in
How far down must I go
into the ground
My blade on rock
My only sounds
Contamination
in my lungs
Progression measured
by the ton
Their quotas design for
killing me
there’s more to life
there just has to be
So deep Down
I can’t escape
There’s no one above
that can relate
Don’t they know it
Can’t they see?
Their dropping rocks
down on me
I worked real hard
I tried to please
Now dust and dirt
Is all I see
I try to scream
I try to yell
Where is the team
I knew so well?
My lungs are clogged
Filled with debris
Another company
Devotee
Rocks are falling
on my head
Is there a message
That I misread?
All my world
collapsing in on me
Is this my final
Reality
I’m drowning deep
Within my pit
Up to my neck
It’s filling quick
Can no one above
Hear my cries?
All the promises
have turned to lies
Ear nose and mouth
Are Filled with dirt
The crushing weight
begins to hurt
Nothing could be worse
Nothing could hurt more
Nothing could fuck me
Nothing so hard core
Buried alive
Under the work load
Try to survive
Crushed by the payload
My final moments
I must decide
Trying to dig
I must survive
I must dig
I must dig
I must dig
I must dig
Dig
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5. |
Reslaverification
02:58
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Stand at attention
Do as your told
The re-slaverification
Is about to unfold
By filling out this credit card application
you automatically agree to our terms and conditions
interest is compounded hourly
none of your actual payment applies to the principle loan
terms and condition are subject to change
on a whim and solely at our discretion
failure to pay back this loan will guarantee
the wrath of the master corporation
and at no point will we even consider leniency
should you ever be unable to pay due to sickness or death
your next of kin will be held directly responsible
for the debt that you have incurred
We understand that you have options
when picking your banking services
and we very much so appreciate you choosing
the MASTER CORPORATION
for your everlasting and enslaving needs
we demand that you kneel while making your payment
and as per our contract
there will be complete and utter betrayal
any hint or hope of escape is futile
as our contract is quite binding
our legal tightrope and red tape is brutal
intact and built for grinding
We want your family
In a cage, and in a Pit
Nothing makes us more happy
filled with rage and crushed with it
Call center working overtime
Call you fucking day and night
Make you pay through a war crime
Take away your human rights
Torture
violence
threats
and pain
You gave away all your rights
The moment that you signed your name
This document says we’re right
To us is all a great big game
We’ve got you on your knees
We’re loving every bit of it
Corporate fucking disease
And we don’t even give a shit
Enslave for a lifetime
Don’t care if were wrong or right
Make you pay through a war crime
Take away your human rights
Torture
violence
threats
and pain
You gave away all your rights
The moment that you signed your name
This document says we’re right
To us is all a great big game
Fucking idiot
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6. |
Privatized
02:12
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Remember, when you invest
in the private prison system
you have the safety and security
of knowing that you're
putting innocent people Behind Bars
People
All of these people
To many people
Lock up these people
All of these people
We’ve got to get them off the street
All of these people,
to many people
We should choose just what they eat
We’ve should put them in a little cell
Make their life one big hell
We can beat them behind closed doors
Make them crawl around on all fours
We can to put them into solitary
That should make them, oh so merry
If we want, we can turn off the lights
They’ll never know if it is day or night
We’ll make them all poop, in a group
We’ll make them all, shower together
We’ll make them all, wear the same clothes
If they don’t like it, they’ll get punched in the nose
People
All of these people
We’ve got to get them off the street
People,
to many people
Arrest, wash, rinse, and repeat
You are heading to judge hang’em high
Prepare to be crucified
success rate, one hundred percent
Petty crime, with full intent
Ah, I’ve got a situation over here,
I’m gonna need back up
I don’t like the look of those teen agers over there
Lock’em up!
I want those people locked up
and those people locked up
I don’t like the looks of them
Get them off my street
Everybody, up against the wall, spread’em
Uhhh
Oh, you’re goin’ down town buddy
But we didn’t do nothing wrong
Tell it to the judge
You’re gonna be more than late for dinner punk!
Owww
Hey, I get a phone call…. Hey, Heyyyyy
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7. |
Pressure Cooker
02:09
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Hurling through space and time
Blessed with the human mind
Yet all we seem to do
Is wonder which weapons to use
Enough with the hell bent on destruction point of view
Why are we letting the elderly war mongers
selfishly guide the world to the brink
day after day, year after year, decade after decade
They want more, more, more, more
ENOUGH!
Driven by magic and the old
Into slavery the young are sold
At what point have you had enough
It’s time to call their bluff
Pollution, traffic on the edge of demise
They wish for someone to materialize
Concrete, news feeds, blister the mind
In a modern world full of ancient lies
Vomit opinions, catastrophic times
Disregard loved ones on the other side
NOW!
When born we cannot see
The trust we have is key
As we grow, walk, speak and learn
We see the world that you burn
There isn’t one aspect of modern life that isn’t a
Blood boiling, pressure cooker stress infused
Treadmill nightmare. At no point is there ever a moment
for the body and mind to get a break, get a breath
Gain our bearings and collect our thoughts
THANKS!
In the past age and wisdom ruled
In the modern age the old are fools
Technology has far surpassed
Against our will they stand steadfast
When the elderly running the world today
Simply do not understand the
technology they are playing with
When the people in change
can’t forward a simple email,
Operate their television
or send a text message,
why in the world would I ever think
they are qualified to make decisions for US
ENOUNGH
STOP!
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8. |
Post American Era
03:22
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I won’t, you won’t, they won’t let us
I can’t, you can’t they can’t make us
Trapped in, Locked In, forced in, they cage us
Welcome to the post American era
Taught to, led to, made to, discuss
Brain washed, get sloshed, repeat, a must
Obey, replay, no pay, mistrust
Welcome to the post American era
I vote, you vote, they win, we lose
I say, you say, we want, they choose
I pay, you pay, they play, fake news
Welcome to the post American era
I work, you work, they steal, no feel
I try, you try, they lie, done deal
I scream, you scream, there is no ice cream
Welcome to the post American era
I starve, you starve, we slave, they gain
Stay true, argue, fuck you, in vein
Pointless, senseless, brainless, bloodstain
Welcome to the post American era
He talks, she talks, none of them listen
I yell, you yell, all their positions
They fight, we fight, based on suspicion
Welcome to the post American era
He’s red, she’s blue, nothing can get through
Drop dead, bloodshed, continue argue
Once friends, we’re through, brain dead, fuck you
Welcome to the post American era
Divide, choose sides, stand hard, don’t bend
Allied, statewide, backyard, defend
Broadside, attack, never give back
Welcome to the post American era
I don’t want to live this way
Yet still can’t seem to walk away
I’m trapped inside a prison cell
Can’t seem to find a soul to tell
I’ve picked a side, so I must fight
Although it doesn’t seem quite right
My side is just as bad as yours
They hide and talk behind closed doors
I state his view, you state her view
Not much left that we all can do
Me on my side, You on your side
Between a pool unoccupied
I see you out across the street
Remember back when we would greet
The life we lost now incomplete
My fight to win so bitter sweet
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