1. |
Fading
01:46
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Another month ripped off the calendar
More wasted time that must be forgot
Buried in stagnant thoughts,nothing gained and lost, stuck fighting an uphill battle with no means to an end.
Fighting, fighting, fighting with my mind, just trying to feel alive
What the fuck is the point of waking up?
When the whole world fights against me.
What the fuck is the point of fighting?
When you have nothing to fight for.
My life is fading, fading to grey,
And it just gets harder every day
To pretend that it's all okay
To pretend that someday things will change
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2. |
Sharpen Your Knife
01:12
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Cops and soldiers
The ones in the towers
Anyone with the power and money
To exploit the ordinary people
You don't fucking own me
And I own nobody
Sharpen your knife
Cut yourself free
Stealing from these people is no crime, they have stolen our sweat and blood time after time, time after time
You don't fucking own me
Only I own this body
Sharpen your knife
And take away your master's life
Seek no forgiveness
Have no mercy
Show no remorse
Spill blood and bask in the glory
Bask in the glory
Till they come for you.
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3. |
The Way It Is
02:23
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You hear them kick down the front door.
You know they are coming for you
To rip you from weeping arms
And there's nothing you can do.
So say
Goodbye to your life
So hold
Onto your family for one last night
Caught without the right papers
On the wrong side of a wall
They say they own this land
And that you don't belong
But it's all you have ever known
The only place you have ever called a home
More and more raids to hunt down families like rats and send them away
So hold
Onto your life
So hold
Onto your family for one last night
How many more? Lives must you destroy?
How many more? Families must you rip apart?
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4. |
Black Death
01:26
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There was a time our lives were once our own.
Now inside these walls is all that we know.
But the worst
Is yet to come
More suffering
Is brewing in the skies above
There was a time before the fences and concrete.
Before the curfews and guard towers, before the blistering heat.
But the worst
Is yet to come
The final flood
Is brewing in the skies above
The air reeks of death
Water has turned toxic
The plague prays on the sick
Dying is all that's left
That's left to do
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5. |
The Hunted
01:08
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I dream of being chased, scapegoated, kicked in the face, locked up, tortured and forgot, they have got a sick fucking plot.
I know they are after me for what I've done
What's the point of trying to run?
When it's a million to one
And I can't trust anyone
I can't take it, there's cameras everywhere.
They'll fallow me home. You think I'm crazy? Wait till I'm gone
Living under 300 million guns
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6. |
To Keep Us Safe
01:47
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They have a file for every name and every face.
They record your every move, to keep us safe.
To Keep Us Safe
Watchful eyes watching closely
They know exactly where you sleep
Document your every word and the company you keep.
There's no point in fighting, there's no where to run
Losing is the only option under the gun
To Keep Us Safe
Your name has been erased
Like you never existed
Your face has been erased from our memories
Like you never existed
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HEAD WOUND Melbourne, Australia
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