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The Great Self
03:47
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once built to last
we now buy
to satisfy
the hunger
the wanting
consumed
by the mythos
of the great self
we demand
the right
to buy
individuality
as they prescribe
and if we feel a
global loneliness
we export
benevolent bombs
colonel sanders
a slave wage
to share
our freedoms
to share
our freedom
the people
have spoken
the people
are smokin
banana peels
force fed a creed
that chains us apart
we require
the right
to acquire
and
throw it all away
throw it all away
there is no we in iphone
throw this all away
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2. |
Routine Brutality
04:19
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Under night sky locked behind bright lights
there's still madness in the maze.
Some have to sleep on hot concrete.
There's no mercy in this game.
Insanity's still around in the morning.
Business comes before giving.
And all the words I hear us say
sound like propaganda for this way of living.
They've got all of the weight on us.
Surviving leaves you voiceless and tired.
And if we don't rise up, the pain can only
end on the day that you've expired.
So many layers of grief
piled in a monstrous heap.
Slow down.
Step back.
Can't you see we're all in pain?
No one's free from pain.
No one's free.
In this darkness, there seems to be so very little I can do,
but I know I have to try.
I know I have to let my love shine through.
It's so clear to me.
The pain's maintained by the ones at the top.
We've got to quit their game to make the hurting stop.
We've got to slow down.
You've got to step back.
You've got to face the truth
and see we're all in pain.
We've got to free us all from pain.
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3. |
Bound Together
02:35
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I am you
and you are me
our gears and levers
firing still independent
we build a fire
from ancient fuel
all collective conscience
is our composition
the tie that binds
it is our minds
our presence here today
is a culmination
I am you
and you are me
our gears and levers
firing still independent
we are one
nuclear code
passing down our
hate and love through the generations
yet our separate sets
of engines concurrent
scream through night
I am you
and you are me
our gears and levers
firing still independent
we came upon this
unaware
but through our interactions
our minds are liberated
our bodies fail
the mind goes on
in a pool of vast
primordial cognition
solidarity is
earth's highest quality
you fall awake and I gain
you sleep through with me in pain
we build together
this stays forever
bound together bound together
forever change
its in our brains
leaving our mark on each other
we can't go back
we are the almighty
bound together bound together
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institutions of violence
bosses
schools
preachers
cops
forget the world
god is white
that corpse in your mouth
its your birthright
machines raping, castrations
disease is growth at all costs
babies
branded
life spent caged
humane bolt to a captive head
earthlings
monetized
emotional lives snuffed out
death merchants flying free
all in good taste
suffering begets superbowls
and it is not good
beatdowns at home
weakerthans starved for a brutal love
learn your place
do not stray
fear of the belt rules the day
rules the night
this oppression internalized
aggression learned
collective delusion
violence sanctioned
to keep whites in power
this is lynching, this is Parchman
41 not guilty shots
surroundings infer
this system of violence
slaughterhouse informs
the hole is the norm
this is done to the ones we love
we all pay to play
we come into a toxic way
of the families that slay
this dependence
severed in mind
forced to act we must strike down
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5. |
Real Relief
04:09
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Billions of aching feet need real relief from concrete,
yet they'll tread till it renders all dead on a world that was life.
The endless running's got a hold on our minds.
The mistake is old, but we won't be so bold to change.
You know it is 'cause we're buying what they sell
that this magic planet's being twisted into a plastic hell.
And that patch of Earth you now stand above,
when was it last host to true actions of love?
What has it been and what still can it be?
All potential locked away just so the few can have their awful party.
You know it is 'cause we're buying what they sell
that this magic planet's being twisted into a plastic hell.
Humanity is hurting.
It seems to me we're less intelligent than confused.
And with everything at our whim,
it's everything we stand to lose.
It's time we let go of this routine
that requires that we grow numb to the
violence that spares nothing.
And if you choose to let no one decide your destiny,
make certain you never find yourself to be somewhat of an authority.
Respect and embrace all of the mysteries
and soon the end of hate and competition will be but yours, hers and history.
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a melancholy object to witness
so many do languish in boredom
in this world wide echo chamber
the end of all history before them
over any need for concern
dont make them feel for any pain
beards and PBR may be all they need
and bikes with a fixed chain
appropriate what they haven't earned
nothing amounts to much
a no-wheat meal with a silver fork
indigenous headdress just the right touch
but oh do speak of that one thing
on which their hearts do swell
a clamor so great that it shakes
shakes the trees and leaves a wake
fried fat fat and salt
pray tell is that all
but its not all
never was all
bacon has become our national fetish
our decadent last throes yawp
spent on its grand lasciviousness
and more pigs heads must be chopped
therefore humbly do i offer to public to consider
a modest proposal indeed
that future bacon stock be gleaned
from that which ennui does breed
I grant this food will be somewhat dear and proper for the rich
would stimulate once so great markets back to their prime
efficiency number one prime directive will be profit
lets get this great nation back to work
for since they have no cares at all
no time to consider a pig
let's make hipster bacon our national dish
what can you do but dig?
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i grew up hoping to play ball
learning the masculine themes
pursuing the life of those high-earning heroes
whose failures still invade my dreams
i woke up
from a video game war
to find auto-tuners
and egotistic preacher whores
and country stars from the city
punk rockers at the mall
juiced home run records
imposters all
my heroes have always been steroid users
and they still are it seems
sadly in search of one step in back of
the fake-ass amerikan dream
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8. |
Bean Counter Revolution
05:51
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a fluid youth
a glass half full
pour it in
lay it on thick
force the empire's terms
when you've only cast them out
your only measurement
is a golden standard
so they are doomed
to face examination
suffer to fail
to endure your penal code
each day they face
your alien nation
while you whine about
opportunity
disaster is
your favorite opening
catastrophe
helps you seal the deal
manipulate
say it’s for the kids
when its said & done
you've got an industry
cellophane scheme
we see right through you
and we defy
your corporate salvation
this is a stickup
they're taking over
there's no move to reform
this is a bean counter revolution
white savior
can you save them
what will you do
white savior
can you save them
we know it all comes down to you
white savior
can you save them
what will you do
white savior
would you save them
if profits didn't flow to you
white savior
white savior takeover
segregation
union busting
is what these charters bring
fundamentals
of the market
deciding everything
this is a stickup!
to fix the schools
we must end poverty
take back our minds
there's so much more to see
take back the streets
I’m talking you and me
how to
one word
solidarity
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