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The Kids Don't Care
02:05
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Gone are the hordes, the glorious shitheads
Who knows what’s scribbled on notebooks today?
If the rebellion’s alive, this is not their sound
The moment’s passed, we’ve been replaced
Like the Elks the alumni still gather
in uniform, ritual in tact
Throats hoarse, fingers burnt
from carrying the torch for too long
We’re old, we’re self-aware
And the kids don’t care
Still passionately aware
And the kids don’t care
Are we a traveling circus coming to town?
A nostalgia trip for grown-up bad seeds?
It’s supposed to be a beacon of dissent
And they might read about it on their Twitter feeds
Where’s the gnashing of teeth and all the bruises?
The flyers, pulled beer and all the shitty bands?
We can only give blood for long
Before someone re-writes the protest song
This will never chart or hang in a gallery
It’s stolen art that pays no one’s salary
And that’s fucking fine
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Eucharist
03:25
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I swear that I’m gonna win this time
No more second place to
fucking half-wits past their prime
My throat tears,
I scream but no one hears
They’re blinded by some fable
Reason falls upon deaf ears
You won’t find what you’re looking for
You won’t find truth in white-washed folklore
And I’m not listening
as you can see me walking out the door
The blank stare,
you’re an empty fucking shell
Confused by what to fear,
your vengeful god or a burning hell
It’s not fair, you’re another casualty
Chalk full of Christian values,
your forced imposed morality
Body and blood
The voluntary heist of the souls
who dine on Jesus Christ
You wont find truth inside
some book you read
There is no truth.
Your god is dead.
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Yafa
02:40
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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?
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
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
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4. |
The Rot
02:49
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One day let me throw it away
All that’s left is rot and decay
I’d pay to see it put in its place
You have to dig up the roots
and poison its base
What’s left in this world
to make me feel free?
Is it the warmth of my gun
or the shade of a tree?
Tell me why in the fuck do I
want more than enough?
When it feels so good
just to laugh and to love
Why does change
make us feel so strange?
Especially when it is meant
to ease the pain
of a day that we fill with mistakes
Accepting the lies
and praising the fake
Take a step back
and allow me to breathe
Fill my lungs up with scum
and my blood with disease
Feeling the grit flowing
straight to my heart
There’s no need for an end
because we’re fucked from the start
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