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Introspection/Threshold
07:03
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If I was to take this leap, would I feel like I was flying?
Or would I just feel the cold grip of gravity?
Pulling me down
If I was to take this leap would I be pulled straight down?
Or would I smash all our expectations and fly?
And for how long could I fly on?
If I were to succumb to our expectations
Would the split second before the fall be worth it all?
How would it feel?
I guess there's only one way to find out.
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Regurgitate
05:37
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The multitudes scream in my face
What I want is impossible
As they regurgitate
What their masters mouthpieces told them
But I see no other way
No I see no other way
The path we are on leads to oblivion
It's a path from which which we must stray
Deep down we know we could be more
But we're wired to want nothing
Except what this system will bring forth
Broken legs and then crutches to walk
If ungrateful they'll cut out our tongues
If ungrateful they'll cut out our tongues
We're forced into a mold that amputates our souls
Kept docile until thrown to the crows
Spewing what's considered vile rhetoric
Until it leaks through every crevice
In these prison walls
Reject the medication they force down our throats
Kicking at the cracks until they turn into holes
If we don't fight things will only get worse
Are these crumbs all that we want from our time on this earth?
Believe opinions issued are our own
Repeat them with conviction
We'll kiss monarchs feet, bow to the throne
But still believe we're defiant
Truly believe that we are free
Truly believe that we are free
But we never even thought of tugging on these chains
Of coercive brutality
If you speak out they'll make you pay
But some still speak out anyway
Just submitting would be a big mistake
Silently digging our own graves
We're burying ourselves alive
We're burying ourselves alive
Well let's use these spades to knock out the guards
We'll make our escape and thrive
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Hymn of the Free Market
02:24
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Consumerism centres, the churches of today
These products are your idols, hoarded to the grave
Each transaction a prayer with a blood sacrifice
Try not to think about it, it's a necessary price
These celebrities are your prophets, these papers your holy books
Sermons transmitted into homes via the screens at which we look
So never leave your house except for worship or to work
Dare not stray from the path, that's where the devil lurks
Every day is a sabbath day, they have ways to make you pray
Every day is a sabbath day, every day they dig more graves
Quotas to fill, demons to kill
Blood to spill, blood to spill
Nothing outside of this religion exists
It's the devil's work if you see something that don't fit
And all of his work must be eliminated
We'll treat any heretics as if they are sick
So this is your cathedral of plastic, glass and steel
Private land in private hands, no ability to feel
Tearing at the flesh, tearing at the soul
Tearing at everything, turning hearts to stone
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No Connection
05:19
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No connection to the land, rot away inside
Rot away inside, I guess this is modern life
If I saw the forest fall would I feel anything at all?
Would I see anything at all? I don't even see it fall
Out of sight and out of mind, why should I care?
Why should I care? there are supermarkets everywhere
Convenience and privilege but still there's a void
Deep down there's a void that I try hard to avoid
No connection, we are landless
History unspoken, history forgotten
No connection, this land was stolen
History unspoken, history forgotten
Avoid the pain by acting just like a machine
Just like a machine, connect to a computer screen
No room for emotion, desensitized to the core
Desensitized to the core, I don't feel anything anymore
Displace the population, exploit the land for all it's worth
Exploit the land for all it's worth, only see money in this earth
Keep on expanding, keep calm and carry on
Keep calm and carry on until everything is gone
No connection, we are landless
History unspoken, history forgotten
No connection, this land was stolen
History unspoken, history forgotten
This land is not my land
This house is not my home
I will shut out the pain
I'll keep distracted
Disconnect my brain
But this food, this food I eat
And this air, this air I breathe
It comes from, it comes from this earth
And it's reminding me every time I bite
And every time I breathe
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Void
04:40
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The snake eats its tail, the war is already lost
As we drown in our egos all hope turns to dust
We're aiming our guns at our own feet
Pulling the trigger, stuck on repeat
It seems every answer that is proposed
Is just part of the problem but we'll just buy what we're sold
I don't know what's right, I just know we're all wrong
Swallowing doctrine, autonomy gone
The only utopia that I can see
Is a cabin in the woods just the forest and me
And it's there I will die with my stomach empty
Domesticated and bitter, pathetic, ugly
The only solace is in the abyss
Meaningless, barren, void, bliss
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