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NOTHING
02:52
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Pass the morphine
my backs on the blink again
The pain makes me think again
With questions of what and when
Pulling out my hair and then another sip of heroin
that liquid death like laudanum
All the fear and death that’s made by them
something has to give
To live or just exist
In a fragile state like this
You’re either pissed or sadly missed
obscured and ostracised
in the noxious clouds of mist
Your right to exist at risk
From their lists of perfect bliss
The alternative is fear
of exposure when they’re near
repurposed reused , confused and bemused
Disposed and dismayed
displayed for all to Mock
to heckle to embarrass
to amass such hate
’ it’s too late to change
the deranged has no range
on this plain
They main line the auras
and then they saw us as Inferior
our exterior and interior
From the way they look at us they abhor us
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SLOWLY BREAKING DOWN
02:37
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Such a radical way of thinking as your ship is
A slowly sinking
deeper every minute
while you are just sat there drinking
One eye closed while the other does the winking
Staring into space and never blinking
Clues you put together slowly linking
Its slowly breaking me down
Trying to decide to deride or snidely hide
While you take them for a ride and slowly burn your fucking pride
Pull your ego into Pieces , try and take another recess
Or are you too much of a princess to realise your life is
Distressed
Purposely obtuse, you ain’t no fucking use , your ignorance is showing though you’re
Running out of juice
Running out of steam
Treat them mean to keep them keen , don’t kick up
A fucking scene if you do not have the means
stand up for what is right
Not your usual fucking shite , just another guiding light
for right wrapped up in hate and spite
Wrapped up in sin an pain
they just will not ever refrain
from trying their best to destroy me and lobotomise my brain
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FATE
03:45
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I may be deaf but I’m not dumb and blind
and I still ain’t got a clue how to read your fucking mind
How to find the time
to not overstep the line
And define what is mine
when In the middle of your kind
Kind. Of sucks if I’m honest if you really want to know
Second guesses every time
and your motives don’t show ,
show you up, shut you up and sew your little mouth
Cos the words are coming out but they’re heading kind of south
Of the border full of boredom , full of more doom is it your room
Is it my tomb so
assumed
when we both just peak too soon
Still Haven’t got a clue what’s going on with you
tired of second guessing, what the fuck I’m meant to do
not easy to decipher
,just another Fucker’s life and
Their schemes and little plans
and demands are out of hand
Under hand
untermensch
Understand this munter land
I ain’t got a fucking clue what the fuck you trying to do
What the hell you trying to say
so let’s cut the Fucking crap
and just tell me anyway
Don’t waste my time away I do not want to fucking to play this stupid fucking game
My head is spinning me up and down
in and out and round and round and round
Lost and found so alone without a sound
and down an out in a strangers land or town
A strangers frown to bring you down to act a clown all gagged and bound
It’s bound to fail the hammer hits nail , a troublesome tale of gigantic scale
Scale the walls the fools will follow the shallow will swallow whatever they’re served
whatever they deserve is kept in reserve disturbed and perturbed
For the sick and perverted
Diverted from here
That much is clear
It’s no longer here .
Cos theres too much fear
Fate, there aint much to it
Its true
No way of knowing
Its you
No way of showing
The truth
It time to break off from you
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5. |
TURN THE OTHER WING
03:04
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Tell your ugly mates to meet me round the back
And attract and detract holds you back from their crap
From their trap don’t react or they’ll stab you in the back till you crack with a snap
And a crushing of bones
And a beeping of phones
And tye groans and moans
And the type that lives alone to atone for their sin from within deeply grin until you turn the other wing
Living in these times I have to reinvent my rhymes and my crimes that I shine don’t define where I climb , not a sign from the line
And the whiney folks who pine
for the times now long passed,
ghost of the past
the laugh that doesn’t last
the fucking crazy farce
The Circle spinning round getting closer to the ground to be found with no sound deep inside the underground
The ever spinning wheel slowly changing how we feel no big deal break the seal make a meal of every yield
Wear a shield work the fields spoil the kids keep it hid from a system of control that wants to grind you into dirt
Into dirt
Into hurt
So you work and you work
Doing every thing you can
til they hatch their little plan
for the man to pass a baN
Just because they fucking can .
Stand at the back while your mates smoking crack
just looking for some tact
to attack the distracted
From reacting or enacting
their wildest desires
On fire in the mire
right down to the wire
Right down the fucking throat
Shoved
down with hate and glee
Can’t youfucking see
this
ain’t no mystery to me
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6. |
THE IDIOT AND THE FOOL
03:48
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don’t know how to say it but all keeps going wrong
No matter how hard we try
We just can’t get along
Every direction we turn
banging our heads against the wall^
Another badge is earned
The idiot and the fool
Fractured cycle the snake consumes us all
Tail to mouth the oroborous shall fall
Self destruction takes a critical piece of us all
One step forward an another two back is the rule
You want and you crave but you can’t even see what you’ve got
All Grass is greener except that its actually not
Searching for fairytales easiy to follow a myth
Finding solutions you know that do not exist
Take what you want
Do what you say
To tell the truth I was getting kind of tired
Do what you want have it your way
This situation is making me- so wired
Your side of things my side of things
And then the truth is in the middle cos were both fucking liars
He did this she did that and they’re liar liar with their pants on fire
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SPIRAL
04:22
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Been at a crossroads lately time for existential angst
questions keep appearing as I take another chance
Self made isolation starts to cut a little deep
Look a little further see the vines begin to creep
The eyes begin to stare and scare me beyond compare
When I try to see
Theres a spiral inside of me
It hurts to see
The spiral inside of me
Everything’s transforming and I’m bored of catching Up
But choice is not an option when you feel like giving up
Forced to play a role in a pointless childish game
The illusion things are changing when in fact they’re still the same
All the little sins
that fuel this maelstrom deep within
I can see
the spiral inside of me
It’s hurts to see
The spiral inside of me
Read between the lines because their words are camouflaged
Learn to speak in riddles it will take you good and far
No one wants the truth
even when they beg for it
When you do they’ll turn on you
the evil fucking hypocrites
Everything around
spinning me into the ground
I can see
the spiral inside of me
It hurts to see
The spiral inside of me
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8. |
THE CHAOS LADDER
03:54
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I’m caught in a cycle of toxicity won’t someone come along and euthanise me
Set me free
let me be
Let me be me
For all to see to agree with my plea
for relief
Disbelief at the sheep who take a leaf
from my book
Or just look and copy everything that they see
That define you and me
Our personality
Personally depleted
competed defeated
Deleted from view
from me from you
So what you gonna do
When they turn on you
When they stab you in the back as they always do
Live in the shadows a ghost never seen
Transparent to all but those who demean
You mean the demons and backstabbing pricks
Those hicks with their sticks and their tricks and their quips
Get a grip get a hold of the stories were told by the tories of old just to keep some control
So turn on the switch and turn round the dial
The vile by a mile are still in denial
Defiant
Compliant
A giant of tasks ,we ask non the less to take on their class
those arseholes those trolls
They’re still on a roll
To quieten your soul
For the sake of their toll .
Tat is for tit and they don’t give a shit if you spit or hit in their hypocrite clique
In their chamber of echos their emptiness shows
resentment grows until nobody knows
How to act how to live how to take how to give
How to be understood
Under them it’s no good
The natural order
A tall fucking Order
Distort and ignore
Like those from before
The self centred type
Those chasing the hype
The hyper the sniper the killer the Striker
The waste of ambition
tradition comes first
Eventss turning worse
when your bringing the cursed
This cycle is so toxic, so poisonous and fucked
If your looking my way then your out of fucking luck
I wish I could break through
like everyone one and you
But I too am seduced
Washed up and fucking used
Abused to just amuse
Diffuse their shitty news
With horrendous fucking views And cancer ridden human zoos
So how about you show us how were meant to hunt
Time to practice not just preach
You bunch of fucking cunts
You bunch of nothing men
Just working through the motions
Forever and again
Forever and more
I dont want it anymore
I can’t take it anymore
So leave it at the door
With the helpless and the poor
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1)Too many takers, not enough shakers
Not enough movers, too many fakers
Too much said, not enough done
Not enough stand, too many run
Wake up
2) too many leeches not enough blood
Too much pretence few understood
Too many games and not enough reality
Too much mud too little clarity
Wake up
3) too many pretenders too many swine
You can keep your scene I’ll stick to mine
Too many faces too few backbones
To few individuals too many clones
Wake up
4) too few dogs too many fleas
Too little medicine too much disease
Too many jesters not enough think
I’m quitting town it fucking stinks
Wake up
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Brexit Brenda’s on the blower again
calling everyone scum it’s fucking insane
Talks about the jubilee
like it wss yesterday
Pictures of the queen hanging everywhere in gilded frames
Lady di mugs
for the mugs like her and hers
Thatcher in her front room
I can’t think of nothing worse
Loves her fucking town but only tye white parts
She’s just like all the other
mother
fucker
fascist fogey farts
Conservative Chris is banging on the door
Telling tales of Churchill and two world wars
Talks a fuckin of a lot about the old empire
And I’m pretty Damn sure he’s a holocaust denier
Conservative Chris is a man of contradictions
Says he loves his country but I think that that’s just fiction
Devoid of humour , friendliness and charm
And I swear I saw a swastika, tatted on his arm
Brexit Britain welcome to the uk
Old fascist Fred could have sworn that he was dead
He used to be a racist skin and now he’s just a ted Beating up those little kids it makes him feel so tough
Master race my fucking arse he’s just a fucking scruff
His house is full of union jacks and totenkopf ss
He’s got third reich pyjamas and a hitler mini dress
A copy of mein Kampf
Which he reads when he’s in bed
He’s Never been fucking right
I think he is inbred
Loving grandma Eileenand her 35 grandkids
Thinks people should be put to death instead of benefits
Goes on about her olden days where life was pretty hard
Summers in her caravan parked firmly in her yard
Gets all her information from the fucking daily rags
Anyone that isn’t white are pricks or fucking slags
Anyone without a job to her are lazy fucks
wait till fucking one of hers is down and out of luck
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11. |
TRAUMA
04:02
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TRAUMA
c)
There is no love just more abuse
just more set loose We’re not amused
There is no help just more to hate
Replace your fate with another dead weight
Reach out your hand their is no lover
Just hell to pay and pain to smother
No one is coming to save you my friend
You’re on your own forever amen
1)Feeling out of sync
Everyone else seems to get the beat
All the missing links
And the carcasses and death were forced to seek
Hiding in the crowd
Never had a spare minute to feel complete
2)I used to be afraid of the dark
But it’s men not monsters who are hiding in the park
Those were much simpler days
Before experience and life taught me to hate
There’s something to be said for innocence
But we become so heavy with our negative traits
3)I used to think everyone was kind
But that was long before they shattered my mind
Those put in charge are way too much
Putt themselves in a place where they can hurt and touch
Things seen and done when innocent so small
Things that corrupt And smother you all
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Start the input early all the images are ready
Time to start the repetition pump it in now slow and steady
Drip it in so sly and sneaky
making changes quick and easy
turn what soft back into to jelly
as your blankly watching telly
we make violent minds we live in violent times
Running up and down weeding out the weakest clown
breaking egos That’s where we go
so save the pretty frown
The pattern has began the spider webs already spun
Now steady stream a psyche that will settle every one
we make violent minds we live in violent times
Slow indoctrination is your brain still on vacation
Do you really love this nation
or is that self flagellation
Did the dawn of realisation have you running to the station,
No time for silly answers when you’re leaving civilisation
we make violent minds we live in violent times
Iron out the weeds
and the little shits that feed
On deceit they are bleak
And unique with their disease
And the ideas that they feed
and the mindless that they bleed
have decreed there’s always need
to germinate these demon seeds
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13. |
only child
01:27
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Na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na I'm the only fucking child there ever was I'm the only fucking child Adulthood is hell Namby-pamby protracted childhood The only alternative Namby-pamby protracted childhood Earthworks of infantility The facts of life cleaned from passion-killing anotomical tomes You don't need pot to see Pan. You don't need pot to see Pan I'm a little girl I'm a little girl I'm a little girl I'm a little girl And I formed a dislike for killing things which could not fight back Childish and childlike My rocking horses at the head of the stairs My rocking hearses I am Providence I am Providence I am Providence I am Providence And Providence is me
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rich gulag UK
Living in Nottingham also guitarist for anarcho punk band pedagree skum, Activistas and the black light mutants always anti fascist.
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