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Feed The Machine
03:57
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sacrificed on an endless decline
embraced in a constant defeat (feed the machine)
existing within a tortured mind
reflections that offer deceit (feed the machine)
a cycle of life, battered and frayed
calloused and broke to the core (feed the machine)
our human design, always betrayed
by systems compelled to bleed us for more
submission ordained, this human disease
another cog in the fucking machine
tear out your soul and drop to your knees
another cog in the fucking machine
a specter consumes, each moment we breathe
and labor is how we're defined (feed the machine)
wages conform to your worth as a being
you'll pay if you choose to decline (feed the machine)
power is held in the highest regard
to bow and concede your fate (feed the machine)
the moment you're born, the lesson to learn
the hour is past, you know it's too late
submission ordained, this human disease
another cog in the fucking machine
tear out your soul and drop to your knees
another cog in the fucking machine
as the world we know begins to fall
the masses left to starve and crawl
a sirens song and we're enthralled
then a silence born to greet us all.
submission ordained, this human disease
another cog in the fucking machine
tear out your soul and drop to your knees
another cog in the fucking machine
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Free Market Fantasies
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visions of a utopian conquering hero
standing upon his kingdom, all his domain
where judgment's dependent on wealth and ever-consuming
the savages begging for scraps and killing for fame
invisible hands with desperate pleas
where the world will crown you king,
in your free market fantasy.
narcissism entwined with greed and desire
where labor's reduced to something you barter away
the wretched and the undeserving may gather in numbers
but the promise of wealth leaves hope dead and betrayed
invisible hands with desperate pleas
where the world will crown you king,
in your free market fantasy.
when freedom can be bought, and we crawl upon our knees
we're choking on the stench of your liberty
worship at the altar, of hunger and disease
in the market of your sick fantasy
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step by step and drifting throughout the night
a casualty of how lowly we are defined
all that we have is what someone can profit to use
we're nothing but just a target for our abuse
like shadows cast on the darkest days
as the world is lost and thrown away
like shadows cast on the darkest days
and it revels in decay
oblivious, passed a lone averted gaze
just someone there to be cursed and locked away
a mirror reflects what we refuse to see
just a shadow that shows all we'll ever be.
like shadows cast on the darkest days
as the world is lost and thrown away
like shadows cast on the darkest days
and it revels in decay
our reflection, our disease
to bathe in filth and misery
our humanity denied
cast aside and left to die
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searching for dominion and adventure
and left with always emptiness in hand
shouldering an unrelenting burden
always at the heel of a command
our fate has been assigned.
in these unforgiving times,
the world in its decline
where poverty's a crime
passions are left fleeting and sequestered
with failure at the end of every road
momentary pleasure is a refuge
with loneliness in everything we know
our fate has been assigned
in these unforgiving times
the world in its decline
where poverty's a crime
pressure builds through all that's done and said
the screaming rage of voices in my head
trapped inside as they only whisper dread
no escape, I swear they want me dead
our fate has been assigned.
in these unforgiving times,
the world in its decline
where poverty's a crime
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buried deep and hiding within
a specter that's haunting and taunting again
lost in regrets, a desolate end
we're left with no way to defend
silent, unseen, and all in between
to count every moment that's lost or obscene
a demon that's lingering in every dream
while sanity's frayed at the seams
and it's that which we cannot erase
it's that which we cannot erase
shackles abound, tied to the ground
held by anxiety with every sound
and passion is where it can never be found
as failure is always around
now numbing the pain, so often again
weakness is lurking in every day
to double the payment with every gain
and jump to an earlier grave.
it's that which we cannot erase
it's that which we cannot erase
be still and breathe
remain unseen
this heart of me
cannot be free
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Trauma Response
03:30
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every move enshrined, shackles locked in time
and an unforgiving cycle of defeat
a momentary rage, where everything's a cage
an inner voice that's constant in retreat
a shattered mind and broken heart
feeling every single scar
a world that's always torn apart
always tearing me apart
shadows linger on when all is dead and gone
hear the voices crawling in my mind
the overbearing lies, that always criticized
and to the weakness where this coward always hides
a shattered mind and broken heart
feeling every single scar
a world that's always torn apart
always tearing me apart
the self-protective hole, I always seem to go
the comfort in destruction that I've known
the world that we've been shown, shall die out there alone
like every tyrant strangled by his throne
a shattered mind and broken heart
feeling every single scar
a world that's always torn apart
always tearing me apart
it’s tearing me apart
it’s tearing me apart
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a eulogy given with no one to hear
a lingering presence that’s disappeared
a heart so empty and austere
and on a torturous path that’s drawing near
and still, we burn
and we demand
with our own bloodied hands
an abundance under strict control
under the heel of those who own
the story never shall be told
just a dying world there to be sold
and still, we burn
and we demand
with our own bloodied hands
be still these tortured souls
one last and final blow
be still these tortured souls
no future to behold
and still, we burn
and we demand
with our own bloodied hands
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into submission
from screaming cries
with the power that cleanses from a bed of lies
history burning
before our eyes
tied to the stake of all that we despise
we cast away our gaze
and set the world aflame
deny and turn away
but who we are remains
chosen consensus
where triumphs are shown
dissension is left to die out there alone
this blessed submission
no punches are thrown
you’re never to question everything we’ve known
we cast away our gaze
and set the world aflame
deny and turn away
but who we are remains
blessed be the fires we breathe
blessed be the silence we seek
blessed be our hunger for deceit
blessed be the lies that we believe
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