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Against The Grain
03:32
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You undercut the people of the country for their resource,
cutting deals with corrupt leaders, from their pockets, for your own.
Your thirst for fossil fuels, shale gas and oil is archaic,
there are cleaner forms of power we can harness, we can hone.
After you destroy the environment we live in,
raping from the land all of the resource you can burn,
When it starts affecting your children and their living,
when there’s nothing left, will you listen, will you learn?
It's your ignorance, your hatred holding back this generation,
in the end its for your greed that we will fall.
The genocide you knowingly inflict upon our nations,
the blood upon your hands, is it worth the spoils of war?
Exon Mobil. Fuck you!
BP Oil. Fuck you!
Kosmos energy. Fuck you!
Chevron Corp. Fuck you!
Take comfort, in the failure of our peoples past,
be sure not to go against the grain.
Tell yourself that your actions have no consequence,
because if they do it, I’ll do the same
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Grooming
01:15
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They teach us how to think and how to act and how to dress,
prey off our insecurities and tell us what is best.
Corruption is the weapon, advertisement is the key.
They think if they keep pushing they can break you and me.
I don’t wanna be,
another victim of your mindless indiscretional ignorant society.
They tell you that your dreams are too farfetched and you’re not right,
give you a job stacking shelves and tell you, you’re not bright.
If you’re bright, then speak your mind; stand up and fight,
instead of sitting back giving up on all your rights.
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Holy War
02:37
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Locked down in a Neo-Sangatte,
pushed around enforced liberty.
Depopulation is good for economy,
you bought the lifestyle now you pay the price.
The Nike kids are going to holy war
The Converse kids are going to holy war
The Starbucks kids are going to holy war, going to holy war
Armies march through rivers of blood.
You never knew life could be so good.
Boots stomp on your back as you lie in the mud.
Branded idols turn out to be dud.
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4. |
Equality Not Included
03:08
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I wasn't born a cynic. I used to be naïve,
to think the system that we work for didn't work to watch us bleed.
But I've seen far too many CEO's greasing MP's hands,
so that their crude-oil drilling companies could rape some foreign land.
There's distain in the air, as the people flock like sheep,
towards the doors of local job centres to be thrown out on the street.
“I'm sorry you don't have the qualifications that we seek,
but there's a zero-hour job for you at sports direct next week”.
When all it takes is for you to look just outside your door,
to see the quarter of a million-people left sleeping on the floor.
To see that it's not right and that we're not deluded,
in a world that's run by business men, equality is not included.
There is no freedom in a world that's run by corporations,
corrupted governments bribed to change the legislation.
Big banks being bailed out by the countries where we pay our taxes,
despite all that, they have they put our lives under their axes.
They take all that they have because they think that they deserve
the kind of power you and I would never suffer on this earth,
To manipulate and maim, they force us into wars;
they justify the murder of countless millions for their cause.
It's the capitalistic greed that bleeds the good out of our nation;
people stepping over corpses for the latest iPhone generation.
Voice screams from the TV screens 'you can have it all'.
Your confidence and beauty you can buy them at the mall.
Your conditioned false reality makes commodities out of you and me,
fractured shells of humans, just another tool of industry.
Your arrogance is worthless if the people won't comply
and if this system doesn't work, then why the fuck should I?
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New Environment
04:16
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You pollute the air, you poison the earth.
Destroy our resource for whatever it's worth.
Ignore the facts to benefit your greed,
tossing aside the land that we need.
Feeding the public with the lies that you make,
you would have us stand by and watch while you take.
Fuck your corruption, we will catch you out.
We won't buy in to your marketed doubt.
You Pollute the air, you poison the earth.
Your oil isn't worth the destruction that you birth.
You Pollute the air, you poison the earth.
We cannot repair the destruction that you birth.
You Pollute the air, you poison the earth.
Your gas isn't worth the destruction that you birth.
You Pollute the air, you poison the earth.
We cannot repair the destruction that you birth.
We've taken too much, now it's time to give back.
You're only hurting us all with the land that you frack.
There's less damaging ways to power our lives,
without your smoke, your gasses, filling our skies.
How dare we ask for you to leave
a healthy planet, for the ones yet to breathe.
Fuck your corruption, we will catch you out.
We won't buy in to your marketed doubt.
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6. |
May Poll
02:40
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With every hospital you close you condemn the sick to die.
If you’re disabled, poor or old, the end is fucking nigh.
The queues of rumbling stomachs down the food bank every day
are on zero-hours pittance while they vote to up their pay.
Disguise your shady MP's past; you’ve not an ounce of candour.
The opposition fought, the moronic slander.
Nothing good can come of this. You bring anarchy to the table.
A house of cards on a windy day is far more strong and stable.
Communities lay in tatters, the UK's lost its soul.
Ever since you came to power, we've danced around the May-Poll.
You won’t stay too long in that ivory tower.
A phoenix born of Tory flames; the oppressed will rise to power.
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Hollywood Hegemony
02:44
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I tried the real world, but the real world doesn't work.
The plastic mould of marketing that sculpts you from your birth.
It's a Hollywood Hegemony where you have to be a man,
aggressive and protective are the values of his land.
Tolerant of difference, until you cross his line then
it's to hell with understanding; that is yours and this is mine.
You're not an individual, you're just a target market.
A romantic macho hero; you have to be a man.
It's a Hollywood Hegemony, aggressive and rejective;
a fallacy where your self-worth is measured by the clothes in which you stand.
I don't need your rat-race, I've got a rat race of my own,
a cage in which I stand in, a place that I call home.
I try to find the freedom buried deep inside my mind,
far from expectation, from corruption, from confine.
Tolerant of difference, until you cross his line then,
it's to hell with understanding, that is yours and this is mine.
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8. |
Weapon Of Greed
03:52
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Deprive the world. Fuck the rest.
Abuse the monetary system to line your nest.
I hope you choke on the twigs that you gather.
It's the fascists way, manipulation of power.
So hopeless it seems, but what can you do,
when those of more fortune take your power from you?
How much is enough? What more can you take?
How can you find comfort in the suffering you make?
One day we'll stand, you'll regret the things you've done,
taking everything we had and leaving nothing left but desolation.
One day we'll rise, the victims of your lies;
the silent masses that you subjugate get wise.
Mothers. Daughters. Fathers. Sons.
Stand up and fight. For this land belongs
in the hands of the many, not the mercy of the few.
Don't fall for security, what did it do for you?
So, all you crawl for the money to furnish your homes.
Think back to a time you had a mind of your own.
Not societies play thing; a weapon of greed.
This system can't provide the things that you need.
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9. |
Narcissistic Tendencies
02:29
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Decompose and undermine my sanity. You disgrace my dignity.
You strip away my self-worth. Fragment my social network.
Alienate me from my mind. Tear apart my sense of dress.
"I’m tasteless." I talk about my plans, you couldn’t care less.
Peddling your deviance.
“I should show you reverence.”
“A good man is hard to find.”
You use people as amenities to feed your own dependencies.
What do you know about respect, when all you see is sex.
Punish me with silence; make me feel like I’m not worthy.
Humiliate, berate me with your narcissistic tendencies.
Torture me with silence, make me feel like I’m not worthy.
Patronise my small success. Humiliate, berate me,
Scrutinise my every word. My view is never heard,
Pity me! Pity me! Pity me with selflessness.
Promote your selflessness.
Life with you is a daily grind.
“A good man is hard to find.”
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10. |
Accessorise
02:34
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Your war is a righteous war. I tell you man it is.
Accessorise. Accessorise, knowingly against the price of lives.
Those soles aren't made from leather; they're made from other people’s souls.
There's not a shred of guilt that you can't toss away with fear.
The media won't feed you words you don't wanna hear.
Slave labour that's a bitter pill to chew,
So, sugar coat it with apathy and suddenly it'll do.
Your war is a righteous war.
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11. |
Martial Island
05:28
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Unfettered arms deals, turn military wheels
in search of war, where there wasn’t one before,
Commanders take up stance. Seventy-three war ships came to dance.
War music struck upon the ships; vibrations through the bunkers bricks.
6:45 a light click; ignition switch. The ships creaked, and the skies turned black.
Islanders woke; the swell of screams flooded the bay.
The palm trees set alight. It marked a century to pay.
Bravo! Bravo! Deal them poison.
Lace their food with radiation.
Bravo! Bravo! Locked on target.
It’s happening again; the Asian pivot.
Two by two they line the ships; human guinea pigs of Ebuy,
sail two miles towards the coast of Reagan missile base, to slave
for the pleasures of the west. This little paradise U.S.
Too sick to live, too poor to die; Ebuy island apartheid.
Rainbow warrior come save us, we live in project 4.1.
Twelve thousand people on a stretch of land, no more than one-mile long.
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Dead Objectives Manchester, UK
Musically adept and complex, lyrically intelligent and politically focused, Dead Objectives are a force of nature. Twin
guitars, fluid melodic bass and rock steady but intricate drums underpin a passionate vocal delivery full of precisely targeted venom. Music from the heart you can enjoy with your head or your feet.
The Punk Site, 2019
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