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Someday, Maybe
02:50
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Tell me the time has come, I’m not alone in wanting to end what is familiar.
Tell me the time has come to now expose, the favoured disguised as true wage earners
Hoping soon will come the day
I’m sure I am in part to blame
Could there be dissidents who speak the truth?
The bullshit resonates, compose yourself, discover riches never known before.
But I’d love nothing more than to take the ruling class and put them to the sword.
Hardened enamel, rarely giving way. Bleeding, teeth marks, but it wants to sway.
Now that red flags burn, hijacked by Napoleon. Will our beaten friends find a new horizon?
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Hide
02:54
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I hear the message, no cost it is for free, it doesn’t settle on luxury. The warnings clear, proceed cautiously.
I hear the message, no cost it is for free, it doesn’t settle on luxury. Surrounded here by mirrors, it makes some feel alive.
Hide, I’ll try. Why all the suspicious minds? It’s my outline.
To feel the calm is a far off fantasy, a new horizon should bring relief and to become transparent is my desire.
Should that be desired? Leaving the fire, it’s my outline.
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A Way Out
03:13
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With reunited tears we cry. Communicate, can’t bear to try. We can’t feel like chemicals.
With reunited tears we cry. We can’t relate, can’t escape, still stuck in this world.
We can’t feel.
Coz it’s this wrecking ball, I just want to try to find a way out of the unknown. This wrecking ball, I just want to try to find a way out.
And he lies there. In his eyes I can see that the whole damn time, he’s praying for the end. And his feelings as a burden, was not what he had planned, just looking for a way out.
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Hey You
02:17
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Stop for a moment, take a breath, decelerate.
Barely holding on, common fears. The only certainty is that we’ll eat today, this you’ll ignore.
But you are not insane, you’re simply so deep in their fucking pockets as they funded your campaign. Then look the other way, and enable more casual contracts and have us guess from day to day.
Hey you, selling security. Hey you, a price we cannot pay. Hey you, gravity has stalled but soon it will be glorious.
Accusations, claims of greed come from the top, the highest tier. So legislate to break the unity, it’s a job well done.
Assurance can be gained. Cemented free market legislation was a bargain for what they paid. Now you're free to play, and suck upon the finest cuban cigars while you're dancing in the rain.
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Stonewalled
01:42
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Scrutinised for fucking in the night, who was free to dance the night away. The surface we’ll take back tonight, along with what was never yours to confiscate.
There’ll be no trial.
Stonewall may have only been a night, shields of hetero-norms had come to play. Resilience was there and led the fight, one they couldn’t know. We won’t be pushed away.
There’ll be no trial.
Tunnelling for twenty thousand years just to reach the surface of the earth. Beaten/bruised we sent the fuckers home and I wonder if they still fear the unknown?
There’ll be no trial.
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Run For The Hills
01:03
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I never put any stock in or much valued what they would say. A rational fear of walls, and all the famous rhetoric. This sub-human invasion is imminent, coming to your pretty suburb, all sterile, white and clean.
The proximity’s unbearable and I’m bursting with laughter, now as you consider running for the hills.
I never put any stock in or much valued what they would say, now as you consider running for the hills.
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Tales From The State
03:37
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Could it be coincidence it was the nurturer they chose, I hear the stretcher bearer was on the way home. Singing along we are assembled, a tender age. We’re unique and unlike the foreign, they will not propagate.
Proof that I belong, never to forget, never to forget.
No true examination, no need to magnify. They’re talking only through flowers at the recruitment drive. The destruction and economic sanctions will fade away. The triumphs and the crowning glory – that will always remain.
Proof that I belong, never to forget, never to forget.
Here we are, left a reminder. Let the dark become the light. The new offensive can be justified, sleep sound tonight.
So a real birth requires you taste the lead, you face the fire. Other history that predates is unimportant, thrown away. All these traits we’ve made our own? Fuck that they’re universal. Vice like is the stranglehold, we’ll be reminded, we will be told.
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Stepdadin'
01:51
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When we first met, it was a circumstance we didn’t think we’d ever face. We were thrown in it, but from day one it felt nothing but right. I felt a sense of love and perpetual pride. Now we’re six years on, there’s been change and you’ve grown up. I’ve seen you fall down and learn to pick yourself up. How did I earn the privilege to have you as the kids I get to call my own?
I don’t need my blood to run through your veins for me to feel like I do, and with you I’ll stand, relentlessly devoted, until the end of time.
Understand, when you need me I’ll be there on hand to guide you, and I’ll forever cherish the time we’ve shared and look forward to the times that lie ahead.
I don’t need my blood to run through your veins for me to feel like I do, and with you I’ll stand, relentlessly devoted, until the end of time.
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Foreign Object Free
02:01
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Many come the long way round, should they be running? It requires interrogation.
A love that can’t be recognised with a clear conscience is never welcomed.
Remaining foreign object free, it’s always a chore but its forever returning right back to you, and will we see another end?
The creation of a desirable home will need detoxification, you can bleach the soil clean, but we’ve found our destination, right next to you. You stand and point the other way.
Earlier blood has shown you how, an optimist – you have no doubt. Where they all failed you’ll turn it around, through pain and urge you’ll keep them out.
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No Cure For Patents
03:48
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First manufactured, far from home. But that doesn’t matter coz we’ll make our own. A healthy population will now thrive. Another major breakthrough for our kind. A recipe to be stored away.
Don’t try to replicate without sufficient means to mitigate our losses far beyond where we will break even, the goals of this undertaking are not simply cost recovery.
Survival seems irrelevant when there’s other obligations. Adequate is not enough.
Agony today, who will see tomorrow?
Illness lingers day to day. Cut off, abandoned, look away. Rescue is not authorised, lifeboat in the crosshairs. Victims far across the sea will not be treated for free. Defending these property rights - that is paramount. Access will be denied, unless they pay the price. They’d rather turn their backs, so they won’t see them die.
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Sit tight until the dust settles, don’t move for the higher ground between competing truths, silence – an unknown sound. Left with an installation, charismatic man or a new theocracy? All will guarantee.
I’m wanting to delay the end, yet none will take me. Interested in only what they’ve seen before, it’s identical.
And with a brand new mandate, entry can be denied. Do you presume to know of this, my sudden life. But when your questioned about what you really know of suffering like this each day, you fucking pause and stare,
but never answer.
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Castle Bravo Perth, Australia
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