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Snowpiercer
02:48
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On board a bullet train, across the frozen plains
Living in ceaseless strain, Won't take this shit for another fucking day
Crammed in a squalid space, a claustrophobic cage
want me to keep my place
You gravitate like a moth to fucking flame
Our nature's bare fragility, a lesson in futility of revolutions
We're all the same, we're struggling in vain
Dispose of your nobility, give me order and stability, humanely packaged
Join the revolt, we're getting to the front
You spend your numbered days, lost in a drugged out haze
Clouded in ecstasy, obliviant to the inequalities at play
More offended by curse words, middle fingers and symbols than famine, warfare, holocaust
I'll overthrow your iron rule, slowly becoming just like you
a vicious circle through and through, Humanity's perpetual doom
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Idolatry Of Economy
02:52
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I woke up today, my bloodstains were lined on the pavement
Thought bubble light bulbs, exclamation marks all around
Let's go, leave this place, we are but one consciousness drifting
The year of the dragon has come
I'm right outside your door and I'm coming back for more (tick-tock)
I'm God, your one and only
I echo through the ages but my name constantly changes
I choose whether you get a two dollar salary or an Apple Iphone 6c
I'm right outside your door and I'm coming back for more (tick-tock)
I like my pop stars young and my lawyers looking sharp (tick-tock)
Chase your wildest dreams, profit is immune to sleep
So chase your selfish dreams, profit is immune to sleep
On top yesterday and I'll stay on top 'till tomorrow
My empire was built on catholic guilt and white sorrows
So go chase your selfish dreams, Opportunism never sleeps
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Longing For Blackness
03:05
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In such a twisted mind like his, ambition spreads like a disease
too far beyond the pale
Merchandising hopes of yesterday, an angel's face soothes their fears away
Throwing their homes into disarray, all for the sake of material gain
It kills me, divides me by ten, it thrills me
Devours the colourblind, you're next in line
Desire and death, they pave his way, the ones who go against his reign
Shall witness sleep eternal
There will be pain, there will be shame, there will be blood
Whose discontent shall manifest? Which one of you shall join the rest?
When I point my finger, I'll bury you deep, out of sight
I am liberation, the Third Revelation refined
When I point my finger, I'll bury you deeper, good night
Cuz I'm liberation, the Third Revelation refined, and you're next in line
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Nowheresville
02:56
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For all the times that you clenched your hand in mine,
asking me to set aside thought provoking sounds and lines
well tonight i'll make you proud, the pre-chorus kicks in now
we made it simple and dumbed down, dont worry i wont say anything profound
Dont let guitars or pounding drums fool you, it's mass appeal
Feel-good three chords, meaningless words heading down nowheresville
Of all the signs that we gave with you in mind
tell us which ones feel right, and the rest will soon comply
market research never lies
You have been so kind to us
Pointless notes suffuse the sonic spectrum, lacking meaning every single time
All this random riff and filler fusion gives off the illusion of experimentation
So i play without restraint, so in love with my own self
So alone
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Grandma's Farm
03:48
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It takes a while for failed ideologies to rot
A quarter man and three machine, serenated by vaccines
Born of biased perception and corroded thought
I was looking out for me, you were looking down on me
Hold on, just a little longer
Breathe out only to breathe in
Well, will you...or are you...?
I wanna live on grandma's farm, wanna tear her sheep apart
wanna live on grandma's farm
I do take offence when you expose my ploy
I'm a manchild, that's my toy
I'm a redneck farmer boy
Don't care about my lack of ethics
Why care? I'm a freakin' MAN!
I wanna live on grandma's farm, decapitate pigs all night long
wanna live on grandma's farm
With the wind in my hair
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Rebellion Black
02:23
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Resist to brutes or surrender, boy
Unto the Holy Empire
Should i taint my hands with blood to plot and to conspire?
And the past knocks on your door with a knack for vengeance
(K)nightmares come alive, I'll be on their minds
and I'll strike when the time is right
Resist to brutes or surrender, boy
You've got but one desire
Your righteousness and tireless drive could swallow the earth entire
There's too much pressure and not enough release
(K)nightmares come alive, I'll be on their minds
and I'll strike when the time is right
This land is divine, we'll reclaim its pride
and I'll strike when the time is right
And the past knocks on your door with a knack for vengeance
And the past knocks on your doo, paralyzing
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A Great Apparition
03:36
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I am a pacifist, I'm a conformist
Politically correct, against all violence
Except when it's made in China or stored in butcher shops
Except when it fuels my car or hits anarchists with steel batons
If you choose no side, with oppressors you align
Keep your blinders tight, you might change or grow a spine
Selective compassion has a tendency to breed alienation has a tendency to rationalize hypocrisy
These bloodshot eyes can not forgive you, please realise you got the mindset of a victimizer
Hell is coming our way, gets closer everyday
But still got no complaints, we are untouchable
We are the night sky shitting all your falling stars
We are the chosen the Almighty's blessed sons
If you choose no side, with oppressors you align
Count your blessings right, you might change or grow a spine
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Simon Says
03:34
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Home is where I want to be, home is on a city by the sea
and when you find a clue, get me through
I'll be coming home to you
Hope is beyond the new frontier, hope has made us last another year
Every time you call, I'll be comin' home to you
Trying to spark bits of commotion,
16 and on the run, monkey on my back
What is it with this sense of tension?
My vapor daydreams bursting at the seams
Perhaps this information has gotten the best of you
Don't let it bring you down
The record's skipping, yet worry is slipping through
You're leaving this ghost town (come around)
Driving across this barren desert
Can't see the pouring rain ahead for miles
Is this the sound of your disconcert
beseeching guidance from counterfeit smiles?
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Allen's Hand Athens, Greece
Allen’s Hand is a cult boyband dedicated to the reverence of the one true Chicken
King.
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The Chicken King needs not material possessions or superfluous fundamentalism. Entangled in a state where chicken and machine collide, “It” requires not the fleeting excess of momentary gratifications, but your everlasting allegiance.
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