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Serfs Up
02:59
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The Kraken awakes with its fiery rage
Clears out the sky, night outlives the day
The war machine will soon be upon
The earth and the sky will be burning as one
Ashes to ashes and dust to dust
Who in their right mind really gives a fuck?
Ashes to ashes, just mistrust
There’s a fire in the hold of this s(t)inking ship
Crossing the Styx on a farewell trip
Tell me I’m wrong but every day I tread in human waste
Excrement remains
Lying dead on the bank of a black tar river
Cuts through the land like a knife through butter
The mother ship is burning
It’s a fire to end all fires
Twisting out of orbit
Salvation’s hard to buy
So content as a species destroying the Earth
See the reaction when the pockets are hurt
Nobody cares about a rock in the water
Black gold underneath then it’s time for the slaughter
Ashes to ashes and dust to dust
Who in their right mind really gives a fuck?
Ashes to ashes, just mistrust
Thoughts processed, wrapped in plastic
Flat packed and machine-gun wrapped
And forwarded on to the final destination
I’m being told I need to tighten my belt
But now I realize it’s bullshit I smell
A high price to pay for idiocy
Now we’re drowning in hypocrisy
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Eater of Sleep
01:00
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Lacking sleep hygiene
Or consciousness vaccine
The access to the disco seems to be my bedroom door
Speeding, off my tits
But ain't even had a sniff
Listen to the silence drip through cracks beneath the floor
Ravenous for some sleep
But it all just gets thieved
Bleeding mentally
Eater of sleep
Eater of worlds
Eater of dreams
Suicide is not an option
Cause it’s illegal and the sentence is death
Curse the pillow
Fight the pillow
Suffocate the pillow
Bite the pillow
Fucked up the arse by the
Eater of sleep
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Social Insecurity Guard
01:14
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Insecurity guard
Insecure insecurity guard
I’m the king of this castle
Drunk on the power
You can’t get at me in my ivory tower
Because I am your ruler
Your god and your bane
I’m guarding this place
As I like I shall reign
Insecurity guard
Insecure insecurity guard
I’m the king of this castle
Drunk on the power
You can’t get at me in my ivory tower
Chip on my shoulder
Now I have the power
I’m number one
Because I’m paid by the hour
Social insecurity
Now you’ve been made redundant
Because your company’s insolvent
How have the mighty fallen
This just isn’t rock and roll
Wife’s screaming till your ears bleed
Because you’ve got some kids to feed
It’s hard to be the big man
When you’re queuing for your dole
Now you’re signing on
You’ve been taken to task
Getting fucked by a cunt
In a painted smiling mask
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Staring at the walls through a column of fire
This age of panic comes down to the wire
Can’t dream, can’t sleep, the nightmare betrays
Can’t breathe, can’t move, wait for the day
Walls close in, this prison’s aflame
Shard of glass pierces deep in my brain
Days of yore pass before my eyes
Black clouds gather and tension rises
Cold sweat drips down the temple walls
Subconsciously my soul is mauled
Hands are tied, can’t break these chains
Night after night, more of the same
I just wake up with a twisted smile
Can’t wake in the morning, been up all the while
Cold dark spring, eternal winter arises
Autumn decays and summer dies
Walls close in, this prison’s aflame
Shard of glass pierces deep within my brain
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Hostages
00:48
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In dedication
To city-nations
You’re all just hostages
Without chance of negotiation
And that hard sell
We know so well
Feeling so profound
Never looking down
Well, that glass-bottomed vessel
Has long since run aground
And that hard cell
Prisoners in hell
In love
With tragedy
Hostages
Hate unites
This city
Hostages
Just one big
Stand off
Hostages
Victim complex
That you love
Hostages
Heart string soft sell
Sorry for yourself
But perhaps you could tell me something:
What came first, the people or the buildings?
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Cop Rotation
01:06
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Nothing to start with
Nothing to end
Nothing will grow on this land we defend
Nothing in nothing
Internal joke
Nothing but fucking lies, mirrors and smoke
Nothing to live for
And nothing at death
Nothing but boredom recycling breath
Nothing but guardians
Of nothing but air
Praying to nothing cause nothing is there
State-given authority
Power to rotate
Police-state celebrity
Nothing to celebrate
Then back to nothing
And back to fallow
Boil the cop bones
Down for tallow
(Cop cop cop cop
Copy cat
Cop getting fat)
Light a candle
For the police
Then back to nothing
In empty fields
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I Just Had a Movement
01:34
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I just had a movement
So I’m now fit to lead
Polemic improvement
By lavatorial decree
Exhibit ideologies
Doomed time after time
And I’ll fill the galleries
With filth and swine
But it’s a well known fact
That you are what you eat
With a knife and fork to the toilet you sneak
Bottom’s down and bellies up
Eat shit you fuck
Touching the cloth
Of ceremonial dress
I want to make a difference
But I just made a mess
And I just had a movement
A harmonious (w)hole
Gave birth to a culture
Right there in the bowl
But it’s a well known fact
That one man’s meat
Is another’s poison and no fucking treat
But you live to work
And you work to eat
And when you’re in the toilet
That’s equality
How can you worry about making history
When it’s actually history that makes you?
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Wanker's Draft
01:30
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Wake up in the morning with a smile on my face
Off into work with the rest of the rat race
Dressed in a suit on my side is legality
I’m going out today to rob a bunch of families
Because I work in a bank on a high street near you
And I gamble with your money in a financial zoo
Debts go up and wages go down
I couldn’t be a lifeguard as I enjoy watching you drown
Wealth
Is theft
Dependency
Keep me rolling in it
I take a savage interest in your financial plight
The wolf’s at the door and is about to bite
Throw you a lifeline to show you I care
Sit back and laugh as you sink into despair
If I lose all your money, I don’t need a soothsayer
Because I’m OK jack, I’ll be bailed out by the taxpayer
Because you’re down on luck, I ruined your life
I’m the captain of this fiscal craft
Sign your life away with my wanker’s draft.
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Relic Tower
01:03
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Relic Tower
Bureaucrats
In high rise flats
Pat each other
On the back
‘Hey! We’ve got them
Trained like rats
Give them housing
We just take back’
Forgeries
Of currency
Seen not heard
Which is fake?
Which is reality?
Keep me rich and
It’s the same to me
Force fed relics
Like London’s burning
Felt not seen
It’s all the same to me
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Who Gave Her The Roses?
02:09
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It’s not over but there is no more pain
On a slab someone’s tapping my vein
And now I sleep, I need help to breathe
Don’t know who I am or who the fuck to believe
Off my head or am I dead?
Dosed up, I feel sick inside
Overworked, undertrained
All life: endgame
Who gave her the roses?
They're no good to her now
Now blood congeals
Fate starts to reel off a steadily increasing body count
Neurons connecting
A blossoming mind
Vegetable carvings just get left behind
To settle the medical
Ghosts shake hands, and…
Now I start to walk through a doorway of a life left behind
Dreaming of tomorrow and a vaccine for mankind
A hole grows in reality, a hole dreams cannot fill
Rising from the sewers and sent in for the kill
So gather up the harvest
A song echoes through your mind
Dreaming of the past and a tomorrow left behind
Blood beneath the surface
There’s no light behind the eyes….
It's endgame
I can't breathe
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This is Positivity
00:26
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None of our dreams are ever gonna come true
So start quitting life now and maybe you’ll pull through
Cos who ever got anything from life except
Some spit in the face and a large dose of death?
Give up all hope
Don’t get any ideas about reaching a goal
Cos at the end of all your troubles you’ll find a black hole
Nothing that you want is anything you’ll ever get
So give up all hope and prepare to forget
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13. |
Epistle in the Wind
01:19
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Down at the gene pool
Nice day for a swim
A tasteless soup
For me to drown in
What do I like?
Who am I?
A child is laughing
At my bullshit life
Investigate
Why we investigate
Rhyme and reason
Always running late
Is there a meaning?
And if so, why?
A child is laughing
At my bullshit life
Damnatio Memoriae
Value is contained in the half-closed eye
Or is it half-open?
Is it watching me?
And do I give a shit?
Cos we’re nowt to write home for
Just everyday ghosts
An epistle in the wind
That got lost in the post
We’re not four year olds
We’re not folk heroes
Just an in between thing
Not worth recording
The wind’s not rough
The wind’s not cold
The wind just makes your mind grow old
The wind’s not bought
The wind’s not sold
Just a weather system designed to erode
And the wind gives way to an estuary
Like the Thames, which everyone pisses in
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Botch Job
02:24
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Existence is a botch job
With a fundamental flaw
It teaches to think logically
And then asks you what for
And I’m so skint I can’t even afford
To think those dangerous things
I feel like some kind of spy in life
Unaware I’m shape-shifting
Born with poison on my lips
Set out my stall to sell a kiss
Mirrored in the cognitive
To cease to exist’s to really live
Self-aware
Skin and hair
Just have to wait and see
Life like sand
Should be banned
Just have to sit and bleed
Empty shell
Living hell
Consciousness
What a mess
Solipsistic sighing
So ironic and serene
Discovering the cultural’s
No better than a dream
And if you suffer nightmares
Then this vacancy’s for you
Botch job enterprises hiring
The most depressed recruit
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Obsoliterate
01:22
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How much will you give me for a memory?
Infinite photos that I can’t see
Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the law
But if thou wilt the law get out your wallet for me
Here comes the toll to end all tolls
And if you need more than a bite then just scream so
But a knife doesn’t care whether you want to be cut or not
Just like instinct
It won’t sharpen itself
And ambition
A life on the shelf
Obsoliterate
Infinite writing on walls that I can’t see
So achievements are now null and void and
Too much of a good thing
Can be bad for you, at least that’s what they tell me, but
Too much of a bad thing
And you’re fucked….
Can’t seem to get what it is
To fail or to succeed
In this campaign for or against
Obsoliteracy?
Intelligent life
Intelligent but pointless
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Armed Response Unit London, UK
Born. Eat. Grow. Drunk. Sober. Hungover. In between. Something else. Drunk. Dead. Formed in 2004 in London, observed some of the above states/stages/stasis since.
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