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Empty Fist
02:56
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Don’t need the politics
Violence and getting fucked up
For you this isn’t community
In the pit you are king
You do it for the aggression
Don’t need the politics
Message reduced to an empty fist
Violence and fucking shit up
For you it’s just a social scene
And the pit is your ring
You do it for…
The spectacle of chaos and blood
Nihilism and drugs
Running wild in the streets
Meaning diminished to hyperbole
With that “x” on your hand
You think you’re part of a clan
“Unity” as you break bones
Never killed that jock in your head
Hardcore ain’t a fight club
And straight edge ain’t a call to arms
Don’t need the politics
Message reduced to an empty fist
Violence and getting fucked up
For you this isn’t community
It’s just another social scene
And in the pit you are king
You do it for the aggression
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2. |
Common Cause
01:55
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This is the world
In which we were born
We must build
Our own future
Taught we can only live one way
But we imagined more
Society gave us broken homes
And stacked the odds against us
They never did anything for us
So we do it all ourselves
Working towards a common cause
We rejected their culture
Built safer spaces where we can exist
Free from discrimination
To the abandoned buildings
Reclaimed and transformed
You can’t always pick yourself up
That’s what community’s for
Without approval
Against their will
And we’ve built a lasting network
Of friends in every city
Across the whole planet
Working towards a common cause
We rejected their culture
Built our own communities
Outside of their conventions
Creating spaces where we can thrive
And determine our own lives
This is the world
In which we were born
We must build
Our own future
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Social Security
01:53
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Conspiracy of surveillance state
Next to reality seems so tame
The intimate moments that we share
Are filed and stored away
Discussion and opinion
Tagged and classified
The liberties that they take
Leave only what’s inside
They say it’s for protection
It’s there to keep us safe
But there is no security
When our lives are held in their bloody hands
Cynical system of control
As if it’s in our best interest
A sacrifice at the altar
Of global hegemony
Inalienable rights are platitudes
Where nation is concerned
And justice is an afterthought
When capital’s in play
They say it’s for protection
It’s there to keep us safe
But there is no security
When our lives are held in their bloody hands
The expression of our freedom
Is passed between our eyes
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4. |
Ad Nauseum
02:34
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I wake up with a splitting headache
As they announce another war
Is this a nightmare or reality?
I can’t tell anymore
Between the lies and misrepresentations
Is this a new threat or is it their creation
The pundits tell me that it’s my way of life
They hate our freedom
And so we have to fight
They exhort morality
Lauded by society
This paranoia’s killing me
What if it’s all true?
I can’t believe this shit
It’s starting again
The leaders pass the judgement
Media makes the case
Context is a hindrance to the official line
And the rockets’ red glare light up another sky
They distort reality
Laudanum for society
This media blitz is killing me
It’s killing you it’s killing me
The warhawks dictate
Ad nauseam
The talking heads regurgitate
Ad nauseam
The jingoes pontificate
Ad nauseam
We sit and stare sedate
Ad nauseam
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