1. |
Colonial Son
01:40
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False years; new fears
Fall on deaf ears
A clear conscience
brought by old father time
The ghost of remorse
we still try to hide
Behind the narrative - modified
Modernised and monetised
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2. |
Brood
01:02
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Born dead
Torn from the void (and destined)
Destined to burn
Scorched earth now
A violent existence
Insult the retention of life
But were you too busy to see?
Judgment
Last breath is drawn
Skies bleed with the
Relentless dawn
Rivers recede, nothing left for the kin
That you insisted to spawn
but were you too busy to see
Or did you just fan the flames?
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3. |
Fire Block
02:26
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Seek refuge from the hostile coast
Asylum from the fire block
Such irony
The frailty
of privilege
This philanthropy is dressed to impress
roll the carpet over these embers
Safe from harm,
no relief,
No choice,
no time
no alarm
no home of mine
no claim, no time
The Red Cross fades
The death knell peels
But this southern coast
remains safe from harm No relief,
no alarm
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4. |
Somnolence
01:29
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5. |
Death of a Syndicalist
03:22
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This is the great labour unrest
The first international reborn
With the echo of industrial struggle
Calling for your name
But the wage is worth
Is worth their weight in gold
And the deeds are zero-sum
A fear of mass awakening
With a real productive means
Sees the curtain rope seized
By an iron will
This is the great Labour unrest
The unforgiving spring
They’re calling for your names
A fear of mass awakening
With a real productive means
The curtain rope is seized
By the iron will of state interest
The world house sits upon the backs
Our fatherless union
Here, we hold utopia
Workers of the secular now
Workers of the secular now
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6. |
Two Minute Hate
02:00
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Reap the fortunes of a charlatan,
Placate your sins,
For this - your central state,
burns for reform
Fucking despot,
live every loss
For at this marbled facade
Your great monument of blood
The running dogs shall ascend
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7. |
Public 77
00:50
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77 lashes cried out the enforcer
A public law to brand the skin
corporal punishment
Antiquated torture porn
Born from blind faith
Provincial degradation
Nurturing suicide
Bloodstains coat the bloodstains,
Doctrines coat your cane
A public ostracism
Doctrines coat your cane
A public ostracism
Doctrines coat your cane
A public flagellation
Set your rattan aflame
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8. |
Springtime of Nations
03:30
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I saw a spring
Without rebirth
A winter
Without solace
Sectarian reign
Without arrest
Free Officers bound
For half a century
Where insurgence is met
With necrosis
But the seasons turn
As the martyrs return to the square
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9. |
On Ending... And Ending
00:47
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Suffer the inertia without end... and End
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10. |
Economic Freedom Score
03:51
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I am without heaven
The autonomous realpolitik
Marked by the phantom
Of Father Smith
By their damning hand,
By their decree,
We remain
compelled To divide
I am without heaven
A working abattoir
The pedigree creation
The spinning mule
Invested in the dogma
Designed to bridge
the chasm
This is the custom
This is not the axiom
To the graves we laboured to dig
Fuck the chasm
Fuck the custom
Fuck the axiom
By their damning hand,
By their decree,
We remain
compelled To divide
Invested in the dogma
Designed to bridge
the chasm
This is the custom
This is not the axiom
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11. |
Alarmist
03:12
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The martyr’s blood runs the deepest red
There is no time
Left to sanction
Anything but cowardice
The permanence of doubt
The fear of inaction
The fear of action
The fucking paralysis
The faceless din of ignorance
Crying to be seen
Screaming to be heard
There is no morality
In forsaking the weak
For the sake of apathy
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