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War Machines
04:11
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We're living an illusion of a utopia. And we truly believe that control leads to freedom. Mindless, we 're marching, we're falling in line until we conform to the minds of masses. Until we conform to their bigotry.
There's a bullet in my head and I'm left for dead.
I’ll trade my heart for a hand grenade and a shellcase for sympathy.
Easy answers in propaganda, pointing fingers in 1, 2, 3.
Kill them all for just a few to blame.
Don't think, they're all the same.
Unleash the war machines!
More violence is what we need.
Unleash the war machines!
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Plague of Thieves
03:37
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Where is your rebellion?
You'll try to steal and hollify the things that I hold dear.
But know you'll have to cut them from my flesh.
I'll never unify myself and my perceptions with the ones you preach as truth.
They're nothing but empty convictions.
You speak your truth forced by your fist, but I've seen the stitches in your tongue.
You preach your truth forced by your fist, but I've seen the stitches in your tongue.
You preach your truth forced by your fist.
You've cut your tongue.
Violence and soullesness are glorified.
I refuse to be a part of this.
Whatever happened to integrity?
I will never be a part of this.
You're marching in a fool’s parade, waving the flag of violence.
Bearing blindfolds as a uniforms to signify the end of truth.
And l'll salute the righteous that dance upon your downfall.
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Ripped Skin
03:22
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Carved into shape by our fear, uncertainty and doubt.
Manipulated, our leaders excel in incompentence.
They'll take from us what isn't theirs to take.
Despite the lives we paid to get it.
The war of this generation: no armies, no kings.
I know there's something hiding in the darkness of shadows.
It reigns in silence, it reigns in whispers.
It hides behind their thrones.
Like puppets on strings, we play the part set out for us.
Blinded by wealth and an illusion of a free-willed utopia.
We've chosen to be choiceless.
This game is far from fair.
The rules have changed!
As these strings turn into chains, manipulation turns into control.
We dream of brighter days, we dream of honest change.
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Strange New World
03:40
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With each passing day I realize this world is at its end.
Desperate measures taken late.
Band aids on a festering wound: a dying elephant in the room.
Is this the world we’re crying for?
Still we march with burning torches and pitchforks in our hands.
A smokescreen as distraction for the danger that is real.
We revolt against the ones that don't align with what we feel.
A judgement based on DNA, gender, skin and shape.
Desperate measures taken late.
Band aids on a festering wound: a dying elephant in the room.
Is this the world we're dying for?
We count the wrongs but not what's right.
And call ourselves amongst bright.
Our unconditional (in)tolerance is based on equal ignorance.
And here we stand on barricades, waging wars against ourselves.
Our lust for revolution fans the flames that burn it down.
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Guilt Seekers
03:49
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Join the sheep of populism that bleat in the newest fad in town.
Opinions without backbone.
Another issue takes the crown.
So hide the facts and conseil them with your lies.
Such a clever disguise.
And when in doubt; repeat just what they say: the banner of the day.
Tolerance, equality, we're all the same, but we all want to be treated differently.
So wave the flag, preach to the church and fall into the marching line.
Education, contemplation will lead you to your liberation.
You're drowning in the information that could lead you to the truth.
So give in to the suffocation or teach yourself to swim.
So wave the flag, preach to the church and fall into the marching line.
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