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Fallout
02:55
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What was here today
They blew it all away
Yet they're here to stay
To call it democracy
Neglecting their own poor
To start another war
Lining their own pockets
Send their troops abroad
Making their own laws
Bowing always down
To Wall Street
Criminals at the helm
From their subdivided realm
Raining down their hell
For what?
What was here today
They blew it all away
Yet they're here to stay
To call it democracy
Neglecting their own poor
For never ending war
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Fear of Falling
02:18
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You spend your whole life
with misplaced morality
Can't see the forest for the trees
One sided biased,
system of belief
You love to impose on me
Your fear of falling keeps you in line
You're good at keeping
People at arms length
The sword of judgement cuts both ways
Afraid of loving
unconditionally
The consequences aren't what you think
If your god is so loving
Then why are you so afraid
Every moment you're awake
Give up your freedom
Say you live a good life
Chains on your feet each step you take
You can't rise
When you're chained to where you stand
Your archaic sense Of right and wrong
Keeps you under gods thumb
/blind devotion
To faceless deities
You're just following orders
Well I've heard that shit before
Your fear of falling keeps you in line
FALLING FROM GRACE
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3. |
Power Games
01:24
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The bordered disorder we build up to tear down
The humanity of all those born on the wrong land
Our faith and our flag our symbolic hardons
Charades and masquerades to perpetuate their
BULLSHIT
BULLSHIT
BULLSHIT
BULLSHIT WESTERN POWER GAMES
Global citizens can't see there is no 'I' in 'team'
Just who’s fucking side are you on anyway?
Socialist bleeding hearts join the fucking army
Their skin is brown, their broken town, raze it to the fucking ground
You'll feel no pain, they have no name, just play our game, they'll be to blame so
BURN IT
BURN IT
BURN IT
BURN IT TO THE FUCKING GROUND
BURN IT
BURN IT
BURN IT
BURN IT TO THE FUCKING GROUND
AND PLAY OUR GAMES
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4. |
From Rags to Rags
01:41
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Basic human rights, a fucking laugh riot to the right
Torch their cigars with a working class bill
From rags to rags, the third world printed on the tags
A collection of debt’s what he leaves in his will
Slaving every day, 14 more hours filed away
Defiled to the core for the sake of the dream
We admire what he does but despise what he is
A time-clock paper punched in a machine
He’s sick
He’s tired
He’s beaten
He’s filed away
He’d better
Not stray
For that
He’ll surely pay
Wake up from this living nightmare
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5. |
Forked Tongues
01:54
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Teach your judgment
Seething hatred
To your children
They will learn it
They won’t make it
Color blind at birth
It still exists
For those who doubt it
White pride holds its turf
Your true colors
Hate your brothers
Inculcating
Indoctrinating
Hate in training
Forked tongues swallow youth
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6. |
A Walk in West Memphis
01:36
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A walk in West Memphis the heat suffocates
The oppressive congestion of the injustice in the air some can no longer breathe
A bible belt bludgeoning town in the south
Beware what you wear or what comes out your mouth
You might become the next straw man they bleed
The three dead now wait
The three walking wait
The victorious pigs just roll their eyes
A murdering fucker lives out his life
A walk in West Memphis the hate suffocates
The intolerance beaten into the kids that dared to live free in their heads
A walk in West Memphis corruption prevailed
A poverty nightmare where America failed
Each night the sun sets red on Robin Hood’s dead
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7. |
Warring Factions
02:20
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Bombs dropping everywhere, landmines guns and drones.
Assassinations targeted on coordinates from a phone.
Endless war, endless slaughter,
warring factions on a battlefield with no borders.
Night raids from black ops, black sites detain
innocents of dirty wars, no press attention paid.
Terrorists the enemy, just like the Reds before.
We ever wash our bloody hands from fucking endless war.
Endless war, endless slaughter,
warring factions on a battlefield with no borders.
Endless war, endless bloodshed.
Warring factions on a battlefield with no boundaries.
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8. |
Fallacy
02:17
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Sometimes the abuse we deal ourselves is so much fucking worse
Than from the powers that be, those from which we learn
We hold ourselves to standards we’d never place on others
Give power to fallacies when logic has been smothered
Standing on a chair, shaking, pouring sweat
Your self-empathy wrapped around your neck
Cut the rope, sever the cord
The war within, just let it end
The truth will come, just let it in
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9. |
Eulogy
01:37
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10. |
Standing at the Trough
01:56
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The propaganda machine
The recycled news
Corporatized, distorted
Await what the Fox spews
Standing at the trough
Choking on sound bites
The throngs of aliterate
It’s poor against poor
Trained to be amoral
From the ground to the floor
Standing at the trough
Choking on the lies
Pointing at your brothers
Indifferent as they die
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11. |
Murder of Crows
01:58
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Tell us they have all the answers
Four years later and the country's still not any different
Bloated prisons, starving children
And the homeless still sleep on the ground
While the profit margins soar
While the rich prepare the wars
Together we swarm
A murder of crows
Benign but not immune to cancer
Casting ballots to the paid off, bought off, sold off, run off
Don't expect to find the answers
From the top down, the lies of reform
While injustice plagues the poor
While the tyrants fight for more
Together we swarm
A murder of crows
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12. |
Hard Times Fall
02:16
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When you fall on hard times
The hard times fall on you
You may not give a fuck
About me so I give two
Pull yourself up by the bootstraps
You say that's what I oughta do
It's kinda hard to pull anything
When you got holes in your shoes
half break
Nobody offers you a handout
But would you take it if they did
There's a fine line, between your pride
And living in the red
So you go to the factory
And sign on the dotted line
Just give up your hopes and dreams
And you'll fit in just fine
You look down your nose at me
From your ivory tower
It must be nice to feel secure
Wielding all that power
I'd like to see you push a broom
I'd pay to see your hands bleed
Never worked a day in your life
Never experiencing basic human needs
HARD TIMES FALL
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13. |
The Last Straw
03:38
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Why do we care
When they don't care
And regard us with no empathy?
Why should we hide
What lies inside
For fear that they will see?
Stand by your friends
Until the end
Not what the status quo reads
Chorus: Rise up! Stand up! Live for your dreams! (Rise up! Stand up! Rise up!)
The last straw breaks and you are free! (Rise up! Stand up! Rise up!)
The judgmental eyes
Telling us lies
Standing for nothing at all
They break us down
Nail our feet to the ground
Just want to watch us fall
Don't let them say "I told you so"
Let the nay-sayers nay
And fuck what they say
Stand up and be free
Chorus: Rise up! Stand up! Live for your dreams! (Rise up! Stand up! Rise up!)
The last straw breaks and you are free! (Rise up! Stand up! Rise up!)
ripping Solo
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Tong Po Bettendorf, Iowa
Crustio Politico from the heartland. We write as an act of resistance to break free of the prisons imposed upon us, & that we impose upon ourselves.
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