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Stripped
03:31
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Faceless enemy of the public.
Unseen behind a screen.
How many hours could you go without your phone?
How many moments without accusing the unknown of travesties you don't care for in real life.
Using reason of faith to cut like a knife.
Anyone who disagrees AKA breathes.
They argue about the second but, what about the first?
We focus on weapons.
They strip us of our words.
Smoke screen.
They'll take it all if they take all of our words.
Ingrown agitation.
The effect of a nation.
All of the arguments.
Disassemble the tension.
Consistent indifference.
If you're typing what you're yelling you will never be heard.
Got to shout at the man if you want them to learn.
If they push back the fact that we're not ok.
Kissing their feet is not the game we'll play.
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2. |
Wage
03:49
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Another day another dollar
Clenching our fists, grinding our teeth
I really think we shouldn't bother
Pulling this weight, doing this eight.
Everyday is always the same
Losing our homes, losing our names
We've got to bite the hand that feeds, they are the wolves starving the sheep
We've got to bite the hand that feeds, they are the wolves starving the sheep
We're sick and tired of being sick and tired
Doing the work, scraping for change
Waiting for the day we get fired
Doing the work, waiting for change
I can't eat on your minimum wage
Until they put me to rest, put this to shame
Rather die than clock in another day
Lose my head, gotta be a better way
Work work all day long, watch the clock from dusk till dawn
Work work all day long, watch the clock from dusk till...fuck
You make a dollar, I make a dime
Make sure I'm moving on the company time
Mother fuckers act like I'm supposed to behave
Work my fingers to the bone until I'm in my grave
We've got to bite the hand that feeds, they are the wolves starving the sheep
We're sick and tired of being sick and tired
Doing the work, scraping for change
Waiting for the day we get fired
Doing the work, waiting for change
Fuck what they say about American dreams and everything they do to follow that creed
Struggling
Working twenty four seven
Slaves for the upper class greed
Fuck what they say about American dreams
Fuck what they say about American dreams.
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3. |
No Virtue
02:54
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Corruption thrives
Force fed lies
Bloated with the bullshit
Blackened eyes, but when I go I bring the whole fucking curtain down.
Empty your pockets everyday
How much hard earned in collection plates
I refuse to buy my way into the pearly gates
Death is fate, it comes for us all
Believe in myself I'm not afraid to fall
Death is fate, it comes for us all
Believe in myself I'm not afraid to fall
Feed your greed
Hide your lies
You fooled me once
I'm cutting these ties
If I don't call you out then I'm to blame
Threaten me with eternity
If I don't call you out then I'm to blame
I won't play your game
I can't tolerate the way you collect
Funds from the poor who have nothing left
Funds from the ones who believed in you
The worst part is this is nothing new
Ages of money squandered
We can't fix a system that damns the broke
We can't fix a system that damns the broke
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4. |
Self Help
03:18
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We go through hell and back
In hopes for something more
We work our lives away to settle the score
Is this really what we're put here for?
I don't need this to consume me
They turn a project into a property
Drowning in debt until there's nothing left
Take it for what it is and what it is is theft
Enforce the youth, enforce the youth
Choose what's best for you, what is best for you?
Shovel out a large amount of greed
Higher education wasn't what it seemed
We just want to succeed
We just need to afford to eat
Enforce the youth, enforce the youth
Choose what's best for you, what is best for you?
We won't live to owe you
We just need the chance to succeed
We just want to afford to eat.
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5. |
My Take
02:48
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Go,
The cut and sore on the back of the door.
It makes me rethink what I stand for.
Shovel thoughts through the four corner hell.
You trick yourself to think you know how to be what you want to be.
It takes more then your eyes can see.
I know what I need but, you won't help me.
I know what I need.
Why can't this be for me?
K.I.S.S.I.N.G
At the feet of acceptance.
All but illusions.
This shit isn't easy.
How does one become something.
I'm in this room again.
Staring at walls made of friends.
Why can't I write anything new for them.
Accept me.
Listen to us.
Why are you too good for this?
Giving my all to this facade.
This is my take.
Why does it feel wrong?
Giving my all to this facade.
This is my take.
Why does it feel so wrong?
Speak when spoken to a term I never learned.
It's too late.
You're a fake.
I feel I fell short.
Don't try to step up, they'll only push back.
It's all about experience and you don't have my back.
I am defensive.
This is depressing.
Not very flattering.
Fuck this industry.
I am defenseless
This is a game of greed.
This is depressing.
Fuck what this does to me.
Fuck what this does to me.
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6. |
Comply or Die
03:25
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They'll come for you, they always do.
Wonder why we riot in the streets.
You and lies caught between the sheets.
When law flirts with opinions, you become unjust.
Systematic, no integrity, hateful neglecting.
Violent lust, bullies with cuffs.
It's you we can't trust. Protect your own, it's you versus us.
Violent lust, bullies with cuffs.
It's you we can't trust. Protect your own, it's you versus us.
They'll come for you, they always do.
Comply or die is how you're living your life.
How can we trust with all the lies.
Comply or die
Comply or die
They'll come for you, they always do.
Street goons, boys in blue.
They'll come for you, They always do.
Street goons, boys in blue.
Violent lust, bullies with cuffs.
It's you we can't trust. Protect your own, it's you versus us.
Violent lust, bullies with cuffs.
It's you we can't trust. Protect your own, it's you versus us.
Blue code of silence, I'll paint it red.
Before you detain me or leave me for dead.
Do it!
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