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Jersey Swamps
02:08
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“We’re soldiers. Soldiers don’t go to hell. It’s war. Soldiers, they kill other soldiers. We’re in a situation where everybody involved knows the stakes and if you’re gonna accept those stakes, you gotta do certain things. It’s business. We’re soldiers.”
Woke up this morning,
got yourself a gun.
Mama always said you’d be the chosen one.
We all got a price to pay.
On the right side of the wrong way.
Got to burn to shine; on the rise or in decline?
Woke up this morning,
all that love had gone.
Your papa never told you about right and wrong.
Keep it in the family.
The guilt of your destiny.
As they always say:
Let the devil take your hand
and God will make you pay.
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Wrong Turn
02:19
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hey all talk to talk.
They all walk to walk.
Never dared to dream.
All swimming the stream.
Am I different?
Uncertainty.
I’m surrounded by the blind
but do I see?
Occupied by the unimportant.
Losing track of the essence.
A world, by morals orphaned,
ignoring my presence.
Trying hard not to offend.
No identity, rather pretend.
It’s hard to see with your eyes shut.
The easy way out.
I’m surrounded by the blind.
We all ignore the bars
but we’re trapped behind.
Going nowhere fast.
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Truth Be Told
02:49
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Beliefs carved in stone.
Even if I stand alone.
Capitalist prison.
A brain filled with apocalyptic vision.
So I’m saying ‘Fuck the free world’.
Who’s taking decisions?
There’s a lesson to be learned
apocalyptic visions
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Grey suits and empty faces.
Crimes without traces.
Blood on the hands of the faceless.
The rule of the nameless.
We’re the opposition and we’re talking to you.
Now you got nowhere to turn to.
There’s no exception.
You know what you will get.
Need to learn your lesson.
There’s a hawk for every rat.
Truth be told.
All that glitters ain’t gold.
So let this be a lesson.
There’s a hawk for every rat.
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Kaizen
03:28
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Justitia decapitated.
Power resting with the few.
Our common fate only related
to the untrue.
I resent the absence of integrity.
No trust to be found.
An Illusion of being free
We need to turn it around
We lost every sense of accountability.
We’re destroying our mother.
But I won’t let it happen.
I’ll channel my anger into power.
And when it all comes crashing down,
you can either be a part of the problem
or a part of the solution.
Make your pick now.
Imagine now:
Justitia resurrected.
Power stripped from the few.
Our common fate only related
to what is just and true.
I’ll walk the path.
Kaizen.
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T.L.D.
02:37
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T.L.D.
In the end we all dance alone.
Go ahead and take your bow
We all end beneath a tombstone
But I wish you wouldn’t have to go.
You might cease to be
But I’ll keep my memory.
Don’t believe the lie,
I won’t let you die.
They all say hell is other people
So solitude must be heaven.
But I know that I need you
When all the voices deafen.
All life expires
But your spark ignited a thousand fires.
So long after you’re gone,
Your memory will live on.
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Marking Time
02:48
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Trying to walk the line.
Quicksand forming from concrete.
Lost everything I’ve called mine.
A nightmare stuck on repeat.
Failing to see the light.
Can’t go on, can’t go back.
Losing purpose, losing sight.
Stranded somewhere off the beaten track.
I’ve lost my grip.
Feels like I’m sinking deeper.
My way of life summons the reaper.
Every day I feel this way.
Every day I go astray.
I wish I could take the next step.
Go on and never look back.
Come to terms with what I regret
and set foot on the right track.
And soon, I will.
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