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On the way to the city,
We threw Vs at the traffic,
Didn't pay for our tickets,
On the underground trains,
And never added a tip,
We're just minding our business,
We're just doing our thing,
We're defending our honour,
They came here for a fight
Look at the rivers of blood that you swim,
All the failures and fuck ups begin,
With your fathers and mothers and kin,
Take a step back, from the origin, from the origin
On the cusp of the hill,
We take steps to redemption,
We take books for a burning,
We take heads for a turning,
While we dig our own graves
We found fuel for the fire,
We built guns for the pious,
We told God he's liar,
And only Satan can save
Look at the rivers of blood that you swim,
All the failures and fuck ups begin,
With your fathers and mothers and kin,
Take a step back, from the origin, from the origin
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A / B Testing
02:44
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We stood at the gates and held hands in silence,
Blinked back the tears and walked the path ahead,
From window to wall, evil surrounded us,
Screams of pain still echoed in our heads
And every single picture was greyscale high contrast
And every single moment more painful than the last
A/B Testing Our Lives Away
We stared at the train tracks that stretched forever,
The scale of the place, just made us feel alone,
A promise to be, better than our fathers,
Was made on the day, never to be lost
And every single picture was greyscale high contrast,
And every single moment more painful than the last
A/B Testing Our Lives Away
Somebody once told me nobody’s going to save your soul
If you won’t help yourself
But they’re not here right now so let’s all go to hell
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Martyrs And Friends
02:43
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In Ho Chi Minh, They take your north And show you crawl spaces for soldiers,
Full of ghosts and built for blood, Where you can almost smell the fear,
And if you squint, you might picture, A village burning in a napalm rain,
Double agent orange sunsets, Cross your heart and go insane
The truth is I’m scared we'll be this way forever,
Never working out a permanent peace,
We’ll probably bomb ourselves to hell before, we find the answer,
Take ourselves out, a graveyard of martyrs and friends
In Ho Chi Minh, they take you South, And show you mangroves by the river,
Full of life and glowing green, On former sites of US Bombs,
And if you squint, you might picture, Children screaming from the napalm pain,
Double agent orange sunsets, Cross your heart and go insane
I picked up that gun, pointed at the sun,
Squeezed down on the trigger and thought about how,
Right on this spot, one father ago,
This wasn’t a drill, these kids never laughed about it
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Commission
02:19
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They shut your eyes, They’ve been telling you lies,
They said everything’s alright, everything’s gonna be alright,
I grew up thinking equality, was a right not a luxury,
Now the pay gap is showing, racism is growing,
And we’re punching out and down in the name of security,
You’d make a great concentration camp guard
You’d make a great concentration camp guard
Is this we what we get, swimming in shit, Forever because we just can’t grip,
That if we don’t fight, we may as well die, We may as well just admit we’re blind,
To the ultimate doom we sleepwalk towards with our headphones in, for the sake of a new,
Shinier distraction from the prison we construct in the gloom
What a media coup, what a corporate zoo,
The commons have become, the people are stunned,
They think they’re reading the news,
Don’t you assume, that we’re immune,
From genocidal leaders that would kill their own believers,
If they got a commission, they’re all on a mission
You’d make a great concentration camp guard
You’d make a great concentration camp guard
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Sitting Around
02:44
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Well It seems to me we’re walking blindly into 1933
Again and again these days
And what of harmony and destiny?
What of futures that don’t stink of the money?
There’s thunder overhead, the sky is falling and we’re burying our heads
Again and again these days
What of poetry and symphony?
What of heroes that won’t die in the morning?
I see the storm, it’s the end of the world
It’s the end of the world and we're all sitting around
I felt it come, it’s the end of the world
It’s the end of the world and we're all sitting around
And it came to be; there were no winners in the land of the free,
Again and again these days
Apart from nodding men and cowardly
corporations that use war to make money
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No Future Without Hope
03:12
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I sit aloft the iron throne, I’ve never felt so alone,
They’ll take years from your life, They’ll take bricks from your home,
I look down through misty frames, Upon those that set the flames,
They don’t care for your blood, They say they’re misunderstood,
I took deep breaths for you, I held tongues for her too,
They just punch through the floor, Now they’re calling for war,
I feel powerless to change, The battles they wage,
No reasonable doubt, No future without hope
They said they wanted their country back, But all they wanted was to attack,
Those who they deemed not to fit, Of “inferior heritage"
And now they got what they deserve, A country kicked right to the curb,
Not all that chose to leave are thugs, But all of them have now snubbed hope
Is this who we are? Is this who we want to be?
It's not who we are. It's not who we want to be
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7. |
The Aching
02:18
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We’ll be the product of baseless ideology,
The tired masses, a downtrodden society,
Privatise our prisons, our hospitals and our police,
Then call us lazy, violent, stupid, drug addicts
Siphon our money and pour it into your cartels,
Erode our freedoms and tell us it’s to save ourselves,
Take cash from moguls, to keep them spouting fascist lies,
I say let them hang, free yourself, free your mind
The aching
Cauterise your fear and hold it deep inside your skull,
A vital sign that you’ll be left with no control,
Just bitter eyes and silent objection,
A weary lie, a focused rejection,
A tiger chasing scent into an early grave again,
The nascent feelings that you can’t mute or comprehend,
You know it’s coming, you know you’re on a moving train,
But you’re still shocked when it hits again
The Aching
You can’t tell me I am the only one that feels like,
There’s nothing left but broken dreams again
The Aching
Call me a bad loser, but you’re the lying, heartless ones
Call me a bad loser, but history tells me you’ll be done
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Shark Toothed
03:37
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Wake up every day just feeling, every starving heart stop beating, Oh my god, what a world,
Needless suffering repeating groundhog day for no real reason, except greed, what a world,
If you find your moral compass, sits at odds with your life’s purpose, turn around, and start to run,
Count your pennies not your karma, dollar bills won’t make good armour, underground, what a world,
You can take the pig out of the city, boy,
But you can’t take the city boy out of the pig,
Wake up every day in quandary, bombs are dropping with your money, oh my god, what a world,
Didn’t vote for endless wars, didn’t vote for strangled discourse, oh my god, what a world,
Up the unions, fuck the cuts, smash through walls when doors are shut, face your gods + raise your voice,
Echo chambers aren’t good karma, angry rants won’t make good armour underground, what a world,
You can take the pig out of the city, boy,
But you can’t take the city boy out of the pig,
And lo our supreme leader, Is a shark toothed warmonger,
On a road to disorder, That started with the words of Thatcher,
Worm holes and great filters, Step aside as we slaughter,
Distort and dismember, Every single future
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Broken at the seal, troubles made of steel, Hope fading like lanterns in the fog,
Carrying the weight of anxiety and hate, Empty headed grinding at the cogs,
Pain fades with the flow, like footprints in the snow, But bruises of the soul may not subside,
Over these two years I’ve been one bad word from tears, One bad day away from suicide,
All that I’ve lost in time I’ll see on the other side,
Some day I’ll lose my mind in a hell of my design,
This motion passed the floor not long before the dawn, Sunk into an over active brain,
Questions may be asked, the future may be passed, Once dust settles it never comes again,
This everlasting pitch, too high to scratch the itch, Fumbles every good thing I have found,
Over these two years I’ve been one bad word from tears, One bad day from laying in the ground,
All that I’ve lost in time I’ll see on the other side,
Some day I’ll lose my mind in a hell of my design,
Rushing down the river through the bends, A waterfall of failure meets me at the end,
An angel waiting open armed again, But I awake black lunged on the riverbed,
I awake black lunged on the riverbed
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Don't Call It A Relapse
01:41
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In the cold dim light of morning, I awoke to a strange new body,
Felt that strangled panic take me to a place so fucking lonely,
But I left my head in Hoxton, left my black heart in the cab,
Don't call it a relapse, honey, don't call it a relapse,
I'm miles away and taking every punch to pay my sins,
Pick apart the path I wandered, find bleak futures closing in,
But the truth is always stranger than the worst lie I could map,
Don't call it a relapse, honey, Don't call it a relapse,
One thing I have learned about control, is I've got none
Against the current swimming, yeah. I failed to comprehend,
The anchor round waste, now I pray this pain will end,
For you, my navigator, for me and all I've cracked,
Don't call it a relapse, honey, don't call it a relapse,
One thing I have learned about control,
When you find it, you should never let it go,
One thing I have learned from all these traps,
Don't call it a relapse honey,
Don't call it a relapse,
Don't call it a relapse honey,
Don't call it a relapse
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Dirt And Dust
02:32
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Who put that gun in your hand and stole that feeling you had
Back when you felt young and free? you lost the light.
No bullets here to be found, put your feet back on the ground,
Bandanas, cocaine and speed on your last night,
And on that morning you stripped, Almost the last time you kissed,
But all the things that you missed, are showing rust,
And left behind are the scars, the pictures you took in bars,
And all the lives that you planned, They're dirt and dust,
Yeah, well I'm still a mess,
Yeah, won't you give me a kiss?
Yeah, won't you watch me undress?
Yeah, won't you tell me I'm the best?
Now there's a change in the wind, you've paid for your sins,
But still they press and ruin, your attitude,
And in the future you grow, you know yeah you know,
These roads are caved in and old, you're out of moves,
And one day soon, you will break, no tears left to fake,
No past left here to erase or friends to lose,
left behind is the taste, the bitter feeling you face,
The guilt you cannot replace without a noose
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Square One
02:07
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Since we first hooked up,
I found myself in swathes of empty guilt,
Because I couldn't be honest,
To you about myself,
And my sexuality, my past and indiscretions,
Now you're gone,
You're gone,
And I'm right back here at square one
And when I fucked up,
I found myself in swathes of empty guilt,
Because I couldn't be honest,
And tell you everything,
That I felt inside my heart, I needed redemption
Now you're gone,
You're gone,
And I'm right back here at square one
Since I first showed up,
I found my myself enslaved to all this noise,
Because I couldn't be stronger,
And get the help I needed,
When times were getting tough, I miss your love and council,
Now you're gone,
You're gone,
And I'm right back here at square one
And when it blew it,
I found myself enslaved to all to this noise,
Because I couldn't be weaker,
And live by my own morals,
When times were getting tough, I can't forgive myself,
Now you're gone,
You're gone,
And I'm right back here at square one
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13. |
Metal Through Skin
03:40
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I was sixteen when I first thought I
Would be better off dead, decomposing alone
I was seventeen when I felt the force of,
Failure and the sting Of metal through skin
I was eighteen when I caught the bug of
Self medication and chemical hugs,
I was nineteen when I realised
I couldn't turn back
I’m lonely again….
So what about me?
What about calling me your family,
Forgiveness and love, despite all the odds?
The last time I came through,
It was a tropical island in an ocean of clues,
That I’m not gonna be, who you want me to be
This is the air that I’m breathing now,
So don’t say sorry, never apologise to me
I was 20 when I first thought you would be better off dead, ruling alone.
21 when you felt the force of failure and the sting of bad ketamine,
Later when I felt the blood, poisoning us and still craving the drugs
I decided to run before you couldn’t turn back
I’m lonely again….
So what about me?
What about calling me your family,
Forgiveness and love, despite all the odds?
The last time I came through,
It was a tropical island in an ocean of clues,
That I’m not gonna be, who you want me to be
This is the air that I’m breathing now,
So don’t say sorry, never apologise to me
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Tom Aylott England, UK
Noisemaker based in the South West of England.
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