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(Embury, Greenway)
Rant long and loud Repeat 'til you're blue in the face Ever get the feeling you're always on a losing streak? Their silence is deafening From the havens of thieves and kings Empower those who serve to deflect suspicious minds Action and answers as likely as a reversal of time Their silence is deafening From the retreats of tamed apologists Their disdain is crippling For those whose crises they have fixed I am your "untermensch" - a trace of filth to be scraped off A trace of filth to be scraped off Yet when it's you who's in their debt The strong-arm brings you to your knees So much for "progressive authority" A trace of filth to be scraped off Power for the powerless - well, where? Screaming at the wall to make more sense... ...I melt back into indifference The silence is deafening The silence is deafening The silence is deafening |
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[Embury, Greenway]
Waster and takers, leprous delinquents All for not reaching your lofty standards A tedious high view for all occasions Right you are! Moral fiber spews from ever crevice Chattering class convert cleanses the masses Conscience is clean while the (great) unwashed stay dirty Right you are! Go cut out your treacherous tongue! |
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...And so it comes to pass With a shrug of the shoulders A washing of the hands It was war through lies on demand Work to live to fund their egos With bombs and shaky claims Make the cowboy killer's day Take one life and your's will cease He'll take thousands (in the) name of "peace" Selective memory and distorted words The methods of the untouchable Struts away and dusts off his gun To cast more net on his "axis of evil" Make the cowboy killer's cay Prays on all your lethargy Knows you'll turn the other cheek |
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[Mitch Harris / Greenway]
Excuses, excuses Fabrications, smokescreens Manacles - no recourse Fabrications, smokescreens Lower than the lowest Lower than the lowest Lower than the lowest Maybe, just maybe, this New World Order Is no concept for "freaks" Straight, true, and divine Straight, true, and divine Straight, true, and divine Maybe, just maybe, plans to rein us in Have broken to the surface Full fronal assault on your choice (Your) choice to spurn the flag Waves retribution awating those who dissent Patriot - yes, it's an act Fabrications, smokescreens Speak when spoken to Speak when spoken to Speak when spoken to Maybe, just maybe, you're an obstruction Blocking their assets |
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[Mitch Harris/Greenway]
A farce - so sincere A farce - so austere A farce - hartfelt pleas A farce - shock and awe to force a retreat Ten thousand corpses in the wake of his whims Count many thousands more on the way to obedience Duty - to uphold Duty - to make bold Duty - purity so skewed Duty - break out the arms, don't spare the rod. Ten thousand corpses in the wake of his whims Waves and flashes smiles, with the gall of an unmarked man Instruments of persuasion Instruments of persuasion Instruments of persuasion Rallying calls to the wilfully blinkered Hands on the heart and heads in the sand Instruments of persuasion Instruments of persuasion Stand shoulder-to-shoulder and win the bonanza. A sweetener from death to get back in the good books Instruments of persuasion Instruments of persuasion |
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[Mitch Harris, Embury / Greenway]
Red's the given color if you resist the will to hate You're a bit part Outliving your worth Where do you stand in the Aryan pecking order? We are "faggots", "Jews" and traitors Because we resist the will to hate. Here's supremacy: To rise above paranoia Is is others who're diseased for dismissing your flawed criteria? You've been sold short to a scam Survival of the fittest? How you seem expendable, vulnerable - a runt Better keep your mouth shut Should they find the quirks in your pureblood You've been sold short to a scam You can pin all slurs to me But I'll choose humanity You're a bit part Outliving your worth Where do you stand in your preciou pecking order? You've been sold short to a scam |
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[Embury / Greenway]
When I look out of my window The feelgood factor doesn't feel so great and good Minors feed the majors All hail the grey dawn Where hopes dissolve in rainstorms When I stare into the TV There's wealth and health and optimism These grinning clones are way off All hail the grey dawn Where there is no "ideal home" Your're either a have-it-all or a have not And when you have it all there's a license To spin the line: "All this could be yours" All hail the grey dawn Because clean lines won't enhance your life When toxic clouds pervade your nine-to-five And leave you twisted, stunted, stumbling All hail the grey dawn For polluted minds contentment only reigns in paradise Yet sombre TV faces tell the plight As deprivation's straddled by designer might All hail, all hail, all hail, all hail It's not who your are - it's what you should have To elevate your reason for being Scrabble around in the bare earth And climb back on the wheel of drudgery All hail, all hail, all hail, all hail |
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[Mitch Harris / Greenway]
In the end it comes down to this: Want, want, want for a blanket of material bliss Can you live it? Does it gleam? Feel it rid the heart of ideals This is a vegetative state It's a vegetative state A vegetative state What you gather - is that all you're worth? Playing catch-up with opulence Want. Want. Want A get-out clause Away from the dregs Leave the dogs to borrow, steal, and beg This is a vegetative state It's a vegetative state A vegetative state I'd like to know who they're fucking kidding When they call this a classless society? I'd like to know why the wight of the law is brought down When desperation knocks you off course? Not in the vegetative state I'd like to know how the high-rolling movers Manoevure around rules? I'd like to know why "opportunity for all" Remains a worthless slew of words This si a vegetative state I'd like to know Uncivilised - that's me A mongrel too A bottom-feeder who sees right through This is a vegetative state It's a vegetative state A vegetative state |
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[Embury / Greenway]
Nothing comes to nothing When there's nothing there to give The powers want to strip you clean A charge for every breath A price on skin that we walk in They call this civil liberty So-called champions for the poor Tax us against the wall Find it now or forefeit The cance to "be" in peace A price on skin that we walk in A price on skin that we walk in Grab thin air in one hand A pound of fesh from the other Crushing burden on the shoulders An end to poverty? Only if you pay up first Meet the fee and keep your soul |
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[Mitch Harris / Greenway]
God can take his eyes off me Love is there - it's mine and mine alone This soul is strong Our bodies our own To use, explore with no roots in those laws Don't class me as a wayward waste Open your eyes and shake your bondage chains. Decreed chastity has no basis Geared to curtail our loving instincts Family fucking values - I've heard it all before Passionless fucking robots - it's how we will function So pledge yourself to you (not forced) Pledge yourself to you No urge to procreate - no crime to stimulate To stem the flow of love - a weary, bygone age So pledge yourself to you (not forced) Pledge yourself to you Family fucking values I've heard it all before Passionless fucking robots It's how we will function |
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[Mitch Harris / Greenway]
What do I have to do for once to make the mark? What do I have to say to register a point? Overtaken - all desire and no connections. I recall these friends in tune Never would they stoop so low And turn on those who built them up Where I'm advised to move It sickens me to think When do I reach the place where I will fall from grace? Conscientious - to the point where I self-implode I recall these friends in tune Never would they stoop so low And turn on those who built them up Protective - only when I just might get what's due Steal the march on a friend whose work you'd prostitute How quickly you discard those around when usefulness is gone Beating sense into you sadly sits well However, blows are dull on an empty shell Prostituted Prostituted Prostituted Prostituted |
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Odds are stacked with hooks to catch The creeping doubt that strains the cracks Morale - sheared - morale Drained - morale Morale The passage of the scapegoat In acceptance An endgame from a platform A mortal wounding Morale |
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[Embury, Mitch Harris, Russ Russell]
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(Embury, Greenway)
Rant long and loud Repeat 'til you're blue in the face Ever get the feeling you're always on a losing streak? Their silence is deafening From the havens of thieves and kings Empower those who serve to deflect suspicious minds Action and answers as likely as a reversal of time Their silence is deafening From the retreats of tamed apologists Their disdain is crippling For those whose crises they have fixed I am your "untermensch" - a trace of filth to be scraped off A trace of filth to be scraped off Yet when it's you who's in their debt The strong-arm brings you to your knees So much for "progressive authority" A trace of filth to be scraped off Power for the powerless - well, where? Screaming at the wall to make more sense... ...I melt back into indifference The silence is deafening The silence is deafening The silence is deafening |
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