1. |
Never Shine Again
02:20
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There is an old folk story told
since the days when time began.
There is a man from distant cities
who has seen the light.
So pretty as it shines from buildings,
scratching at the sky.
Blisters and boils infest my skin.
Children of war feed on the myths.
Taught to deny, raised to neglect.
The human way, consume and forget.
My hands have held the shards like dreams.
I found so many.
Broken, scattered in the sand.
As if the promise that we too might shine
one day, was risen from the
thirsty-lost-forsaken ashes of this land.
Blisters and boils infest my skin
Children of war feed on the myths
Taught to deny, raised to neglect.
The human way, consume and forget.
The sun, a star we used to pray to,
has found our weakness.
Prying at my thirst.
It's a trait I struggle to suppress.
For with each drink, I'm not impressed.
The more I crave, it leads me to resent.
Sign your names to ol' Immortan Joe,
so we can reach the gates
eternal shiny and chrome.
W-A-R B-O-Y
We ride into battle with our heads held high.
To the death we ride,
but we're never gonna shine again.
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2. |
Destroy
02:04
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Since the day we were born
we've been spoon fed the lies.
We want the truth
I step back in my mind
and demarcate the crimes.
See the lives turn to products
to fuel the machine.
Just a slave to the system
a cycle of greed.
A product this child was made.
Sledge hammer to the brain.
Drowning in the scalding tanks.
Torn from mothers arms and raped.
Ignore the struggled gasp for air,
and look into the blinking eyes.
Ignore the struggled cry for help,
as long as you sleep full tonight
It's time we faced the truth and got pissed.
You've been lied too
Your cold and blue slice of the pie
For money, cruelty is justified.
An economic market pitch.
The difference between broke and rich.
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3. |
System Overload
02:49
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I'd like for once,
to just look in your eyes
and not see haunting tales
behind your straight faced lies.
There was a time
when you had me deceived.
Blind by the urge to love you, innocently.
Can you see what I see?
System Overload.
Overload the system.
I want these words
of simple tongue and pen
to be the hands that reach to you
inside your head.
You pushed us all away,
and yet you claim to be abandoned.
Your pity party hand gun.
Are you seeing what I'm seeing?
She's slamming hard.
Lost in her self destructive feeling.
The devil dances till the party's over,
and it's over.
Am I hearing what I'm hearing?
A central nervous overdose
was her last feeling.
She's dancing till the pity party's over
and it's over.
Float on, float on Woh-oh-oh
Float on, float on Woh-oh-oh
There was a time
when you had me deceived.
Blind by the urge to love you, innocently.
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4. |
Take It Back
02:10
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Lets take it back!
Lets hit the streets.
Mob to the show.
You feel it in your blood.
It's punk rock n roll.
Whether it's in your mind,
or something in your soul.
When revolution strikes,
evading all control.
Woh-oh-Woh-oh
It's a Revolution
Woh-oh-Woh-oh
It's a Revolution
Come along with me
Sing along and know
The riot squads don't rest
on Desolation Row
So lets take it back!
To the way it was.
Those days so long ago.
Turn up your stereo.
Feel the beat.
It's rumbling all around.
In the streets
and also underground.
Woh-oh-Woh-oh
It's a Revolution
Woh-oh-Woh-oh
It's a Revolution
Our actions speak
louder than words.
We'll be the loudest noise
you've fuckin ever heard.
It's time! It's time we take it back today,
cause tomorrow is just to far away.
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6. |
Media Control (A.T.O.F.)
02:15
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7. |
All the Same (A.T.O.F.)
02:17
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8. |
They Live (A.T.O.F.)
02:16
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TV TRAGEDY Phoenix, Arizona
Established in August of 2013.
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