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Tyrannicide
01:22
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2. |
Another Casualty
01:46
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Underscores and overtones
I see the world for what it is
a billion individual manipulating pricks
I never knew I was a slave until I realized
I couldn't do the things I wanted to
my hands are tied
Working for tomorrow leaves you dead
don't wanna be a casualty of social debt
Working for tomorrow leaves regret
don't wanna be a casualty of social debt
Misplaced goals and aspirations
the product of depravity
to want what we don't have is the motto of our ancestry
I've watched so many fall
victims of their greed
caught up in the lust of insatiable need
Working for tomorrow leaves you dead
don't wanna be a casualty of social debt
Working for tomorrow leaves regret
don't wanna be a casualty of social debt
not gonna be a casualty of social debt
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3. |
Stand
02:38
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Sometimes you got no reason
no reason to emit resistance
reply barely even
but am I gonna go the distance
comply to the treason
and bury your head into the sand
so look away this time
and shake the feeling that I'm
living on command
I will make a stand
Sometimes I got no reason
no reason to emit resistance
replied barely even
and now I'm gonna go the distance
comply to no treason
won't bury my head into the sand
won't look away this time
won't shake the feeling that I'm
living on command
time to make a stand
It's time to stand up and
defend what you believe
or someone else is gonna
tell you what to think
Waste your time
trying to figure out the answers
never looking for yourself
Wasting time
asking questions getting answers
never looking at yourself
Sometimes you got no reason
no reason not to make a stand
It's time to stand up and
defend what you believe
or someone else is gonna
tell you what to think
and feel and rot away your will.
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4. |
Illusion
02:17
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Astounding silence puts the battlefield at ease
bodies dropping as barbarians lay siege
armed with politics they conquer casually
The war's already fought, the stand was made, the battle lost,
we fought against ourselves until we couldn't stand at all,
seems the end is a powder keg that's up against the wall
and when it goes off everything will fall
Bloodthirsty leeches waiting patiently to feed
a malnourished populus stays shacked by ideals
ready to defend what they perceive as real
So don't act so surprised when the plot has gaping holes
cagely stand in line or find a better way to go
'cuz the truth is they need you standing still to uphold
the illusion of control that they instill
The propaganda leads you to believe that it's time
to bend down and kiss your ass goodbye
I adversely say pull your head out of your ass
and stop swallowing these lies
A lonely echo as barbarians lay seige
let's show these motherfuckers that we won't go quietly.
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5. |
Crook of Choice
03:27
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Power measured on fictitious bonds of wealth and law
just a gear in a machine and to servitude conform
land of tyrants den of slaves denotes the natural progression
of the backroom deals made and enforced upon un willing partisans
Theres nothing to see, just the containment the spread of the insurgency
blindly stuck in a puppet system designed to be a crowning prison
Sacrifice your means and don't expect to meet the end
justified in the conceit that the sophistry intends
robbed of sight and rendered deaf, unbeknowingly misled
undermining at the source has always been the favorite choice
There's nothing to see, just reaction to the deviance from standard policy
so pass along the blame, conducive to remain a focal point of popular acclaim
the social engineer with manufactured fear, subduing with a struggle to adhere
eliminate the chase with scenery in place, distract the herd and grab the reigns
Traded in our liberty for a false sense of relief
the only tyranny I fear is the one that's in the mirror
staring back at me
glaring back at me
reflecting what I see
pushing to be free from the chains that tether me with artificial peace
voting for your crook of choice.
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6. |
Subtle Irony
03:25
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Despondent repercussions of the curative effects
only barely scratch the surface of the intellectual defect
While you wallow in your path of self destruction
you can't see beyond the boundaries that the circumstance defines
Openly a fabricated coping means
a social construct that is all encompassing
Struggling to find the reasoning beneath the flow
just to find your stuck inside a vast repeating cycle
Reclusive isolation and remedial success
have become the mainstream rally cry for the cultural-religious sect
Keeping focus on expanding on your daunting lead
you often miss the move that happens right before your face
Underneath the rampant fabricated scenes
there is a waver that remains yet to be seen
Struggling to find the reasoning beneath the flow
just to find your stuck inside a vast repeating cycle
somebody please let me off this awful ride
Concentric circles, repeating flow
pretty much everything that you'll ever fuckin know
is consciencely the subtle irony to the fabrication of reality.
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7. |
Wasted
02:38
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I guess I won't be blaming anybody but myself
'cuz up til now I've closed my eyes and just kept drifting by
detailed descriptions wrapped in shameless euphemisms
form delusions that unravel at the thread of constitution
so keep running out your means and make your way across the finish line
to find out that the race was a mirage and all we have is time
So waste it if you choose and if you got nothing to lose
then burn the world to ashes
go find a proper view so you can watch the flames ensue
and burn the world to ashes
well, isn't that what you wanted
When all you need is something else
but you can't see that something else
not satisfied with something else
you'd rather go with nothing
The most common trait in human beings is Laziness
When all you need is something else
but you can't see that something else
not satisfied with something else
you'd rather go with nothing
I really want to know just how well that plan works out for you
cuz I'm thinking that you're needing someone to come in and make you choose
make your move for you
Go waste it if you choose and if you got nothing to lose
then burn the world to ashes
Go find a proper view so you watch the shit ensue
fuck the world it's ashes
well, isn't that what you wanted
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8. |
Song of Lies
02:53
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Between the lines of intended meaning
the boundaries that are drawn of linguistic reason
rotating endlessly inside a circuit mapped by instance
free floating energy will find the path of least resistance
When observation is ignored to what avail are our efforts towards
When literal translation is the cross that we must bear
through fear and malcontrol do we create our own despair
wrapped in a world where we justify the cell
why do we isolate ourselves
Abrasive, intrusive, twisted by design
the context unheard of outside the prolific mind
to break the silence is the riddle of all time
can't listen to the words you gotta listen to the rhymes
So look inside yourself and open up your eyes
an empty-handed gesture struggles to define
the feeling that you get when you first realize
that everything's a lie
Between the lines of intended meaning
the boundaries that are drawn in our misconceiving
the ends don't justify the means
when the disease is verbal exercise
When observation
to what avail are our efforts towards
when literal translation is the cross that we must bear
we simply didn't care
Abrasive, intrusive, twisted by design
the context unheard of outside the prolific mind
to break the silence is the riddle of all time
can't listen to the words you gotta listen to the rhymes
So look inside yourself and open up your eyes
an empty-handed gesture struggles to define
the feeling that you get when you first realize
that everything's a lie
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