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...Against You!
01:38
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What you say to me
It won’t cut through
I will be the one who stuck you
With all this disbelief
Grief and misery
The first one on the scene so I can tell you..
This will be…
My revenge
This is why…
I want to turn the whole world against you!
A faint applause, sunken smile
Waking up all I’m seeing
Is shit and blood, our severed ties
You’re not surprised, my face you’re seeing
This will be…
My revenge
This is how…
You tell me how are I’m meant to be
Now see me, the light left in you life depletes
No see me, as silence and reason retreat
FOREVER ALONE!
This will be…
MY revenge
This is why…
I want to turn the whole world against you!
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Closing On The Centre
01:47
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On the outside (Julian), you fucking joke!
To lose allegiance of the folk against the system you provoke
We will decide in our time
So even allies that confide in us have come to roll the eyes
Oh Julian, I’m so ashamed!
That once now was, with all your flaws, will never be the same
So lost his face
I’ve lost my faith
Now in the house (Richy D), did you protect
The values and the worth of the bravery you project
As sacrosanct, no little lies
With hackles raised, don’t understate your failure to revise
And reshape
So there’s no escape
I’ve lost my faith
There’s no debate
I’ve lost my faith
Hesitate, just to stay awake
This is kind of news that you have to lean in to
Underneath the weight
Broadchurch devotional prolapse
My countrymen, ahhh what will it take?
To drop preclusion from solutions in the wake
Of a world that mitigates
Seeing of the other as a subject to debase
But it’s too late
I’ve lost my faith
But it’s too late
I’ve lost my faith
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88 Days
01:51
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Their charges barely cleared
But asked for them to keep
Disposable, expectant youth spend tomorrow half asleep
And on their feet,
They were forgetting.
They were forgetting, not why they’d come, or sake of name but clearly who they were they keep forgetting,
There’s no protection, we while away for the hopeful too indebted to refuse.
A shudder mass arises with the setting sun
Surely they will tire of ‘another day is done’
But first let’s navigate the insincere
So brush away my body, let’s see his helping hands
As permit and ridicule, extension to the land
Mired ideals, inculcate demands
Now I’m forgetting
Not who I am, or what they have done but why I’m here at all
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Past Tense
01:43
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If my back’s against the wall
While you choose between autonomy or anyone to make the call
Well it’s really not a choice for me at all, or I’m
Bound to follow….in time
Disturbing truths may have their place
You only smile at their expense
As if the only one to know
We’ll talk about you in past tense
If that’s the case we’re truly fucked
The fact that you kept moving was the reason you got stuck
But let your ego run amok…and we’re
Bound to follow...in kind
Disturbing truths may have their time
With only guile as your defense
Because you’re the only one to ev-er know that
We’ll talk about you in past tense
We talk about you in past tense!
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By-product
01:41
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Can’t see the vulgar within the the art
With no apologies, excused with being visionary
Can’t see the monster although appease
The apologists who recompense, we rale in disbelief
Search and seize
A by-product of immoral fucks provide no guarantees
Search and seize
And rally those that will impose your archetypal slease
Search and seize
I’m left to wonder, is this art?
How do I separate creation without taking part?
I’m left to wonder, if I agree?
That all of this is cathartic for the aggressor and aggrieved
Search and seize
A by-product of some hushed fucks provide no guarantees
Search and seize
And rally those that will impose with such disinterest and ease
Search and seize
I get lost thinking ‘bout my role
Left stranded by decisions after all
A friend nonetheless, but I don’t know a thing about this fucking mess…
When I get lost lost thinking bout what’s mine
Landed indecision, time after time
For verity, and by commission, if it was up to me…
I’d search and seize
It’s the by-product of all you fucks who provide no guarantees
Search and seize
And rally those that will impose a revised masculinity
Search and seize
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In the end there came a call, not from those who held a right
To hold the memory befitting of their truth while alive
A horrifying image whenever they will close their eyes
Stuffed with tubes and the body’s rotten through.
They never got a choice!
Yet you’re of the belief, no dignity in death just defeat
They were left appalled with very little fight
Acknowledged laden tragedy as belongings pushed outside
Gathered by the family, a part that you don’t need to view
So confused, noone suspects the simple truth..
That we never get a choice!
Don’t excuse your sentiments as heart
You know you have a choice!
Yet you’re of the belief, no dignity in death just defeat
To provide some sense of relief, empathy and compassion
AND NOW…
NOW WE HAVE A CHOICE!
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7. |
Too Much Of Me
02:32
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We both know how this morning s’posed to go
And eventually, come home to me, it’s not that simple though
Coercive acts cut early, devotionless tableau
We’re meant to carry some mentality beyond 10 degrees below
But I guess you’re asking too much of me
There’s some thing’s that can’t be set aside
I guess you’re asking too much of me
Four walls can’t fit all our pride
At other times it’s harder to be heard
To repair a rupture caused from those four simple words
A shared look retreating, integrity is slurred
We meant to talk, create dialogue without any loss incurred
But I guess you’re asking too much of me
There’s some things that can’t be set aside
I guess you’re asking too much of me
Four walls can’t fit all our pride
At the end of the day we both know
The storm is only weathered by never letting go
Narratives keep spinning, verbal blow by blow
We’re meant to bleed, and leave it be, till we’re drained of all we hold
But I guess you’re asking too much of me
There’s some things that can’t be set aside
We’re both ashamed to say
To let each other sway
Open up to vulnerability
We’re ashamed to say
That any other way
Harder to change than to stay the same
I guess you’re asking too much of me
These halls can’t fit all our pride
But I guess you’re asking
And I’m ashamed to say
I guess you’re asking too much of me
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The Phosphorus Bombs Sydney, Australia
The Phosphorus Bombs play blistering punk rock that harkens back to those halcyon days when Survival of the Fattest was the
only soundtrack you ever needed/could afford.
For Fans of NOFX, Bad Religion, Strung Out, Good Riddance, Propagandhi
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