1. |
Tragedy Death Pain
03:13
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TRAGEDY. DEATH. PAIN.
Suffering, grief, hopelessness
Heightened senses, a tightened noose
With innuendo and subtle spin
The media paints the nation’s mood
Paralysed by an irrational fear
The oligarchy sits and gloats
We cower away from the hidden truths
Stay in our homes, never rocking the boat
Tragedy, death and pain… our salvation once again
Dial in emotions with death and blood
A new threat’s knocking at our door
A viral zeitgeist of unseen terror
Social distanced forever more
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2. |
No One to Mourn
01:28
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NO ONE TO MOURN
We are all disposable, all left to die alone
Bodies left in corridors, with no one round to mourn
Echoed footsteps passing by, en route with forms to file
The silence is uncomfortable, paying respects has been denied
Our passing marked on tally charts, and muttered through strangers’ lips
No one knew our inner strength, or how long we maintained our grip
Drained by this society, by day, by month, by year
Everything we had and loved removed as memories disappear
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Husk
00:52
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HUSK
Hollowed out by an endless indifference
My senses are blunted by time
Can’t see no difference between right and wrong
And I’m too tired to care for too long
Husk
Husk
Empty shells searching for meaning
Hoping that others will see
Just futile caskets of blood, flesh and bone
Our ambition dies with us, unknown
Husk
Husk
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4. |
Covid Dreams
01:24
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COVID DREAMS
Man sits upon his pale horse
Bleached bones line the road ahead
Stretching into a distant setting sun
Heading straight towards oblivion
Quarantined
Isolate
Covid dreams
Lie in wait
Our Earth dies, choking and alone
Drowns in the syrup within her lungs
Clogged with the filth of industry
Lack of foresight is our deadly disease
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5. |
Hope You're Proud?
01:35
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HOPE YOU’RE PROUD?
Is this why you signed up?
Is it everything for which you strived?
The honour you swore that you’d achieve
Will never be realised
They are the trusted authority
They’re here to enforce the law
You have no need to worry
As long as you’re rich and white
Don’t drop before me on bended knee
Don’t need subservient empathy
No respect for those you serve
And time again, the blind eye fucking turns
ACAB!
A history of sadistic violence
Ensures that we all comply
Accountability is one sick joke
Billy clubs keep us in line
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