1. |
penny for pound
01:52
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is this an opinion
or were you told this
mine don’t think that way
and we’re in the same place
stack the bones
funnel the blood
and measure your profitable fate
a guaranteed injustice for all
at the end of your long life
who do you owe?
stack the bones
funnel the blood
and measure your profitable fate
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2. |
sacrament
02:13
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the body of christ
creators of evil
apocalypse now
salvation tomorrow
brain dead for life
trapped in this flesh
faithless and godless
in silence we stand
blindness to justice
commandments in hand
nail in the coffin
we lower the box
to live is to die
without knowing the cost
massive extinction
in the name of god
missing in action
survival is futile
nothing is sacred
aborted conception
scam your boss
scam your god
save yourself
scam your god
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3. |
surveillance engine
02:04
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endless panopticon
a body camera
watching a face
facing a void
kissing marble
guarding currency
keeping the gate
of private estate
outdated frequency
excise the context
unprompted violence
bullshit code of silence
made a decision
stuck with the lie
protection, extortion
dead in the eyes
quit your job
unmake your life
our endless silences
well meaning hole in the head
dead meanings we create
excuse to meet an end
never end, begin again
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4. |
scarcity manufactured
02:31
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archaic institution
that’s buried all these bones
the face of intimidation
that’s emptied all these homes
silence
at the breaking
of this contract
insistence
on a world
without this
plague
violence
disturbing
a way of existence
a planet
unfit
for all but
worms
distorted visions
hallowed screams
the unmaking of a stable mind
imposing constructs
wretched dreams
eradication of a human life
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skotos New York, New York
neil - bass + vocals
andy - guitar
terra - drums
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