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Choices
04:30
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From the forceps to the worm food, who are we?
We paint the walls, she said,
Lots of different colours but we still remain,
Trapped by inhibition and a fear of failing,
When you lose something you had so much faith in,
And they had faith in you.
She couldn't cope with flying solo,
Or the thought of ending up all alone,
She draws these pictures but her hand keeps shaking,
Rarely finishes the last strokes of shading,
And she won't sign her name.
We make these choices,
We try to stay,
Ignore the voices that try to say,
You'll never be who you want to be,
Just remember to make all the choices,
And not let the choices make you.
He took his life, she said,
And ever since I just needed someone to blame,
Canvas in front of me with colours fading,
Losing someone is much harder to take in,
When you had faith in them.
And now he's left me flying solo,
And I've got to live this life all alone,
Handed a contract but his hand kept shaking,
Saw a future that didn't have a stake in,
And he just signed his name.
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Thirteen years old,
Every song is like a blueprint for a revolution.
You take it in,
And let the heroes of your childhood,
Write the soundtrack to your life.
So where is the international anthem,
To save us all?
Sing to me, a song to save the world.
A hall of fame,
Every head is hung, 'cos they never met the expectation,
Each one of them made you believe in expression,
They set an example,
But time doesn't wait for an idol.
I don't want to lose the desperation,
When I get old.
Sing to me, a song to save the world.
And so your 20s hit,
Suddenly everything's changing around you,
The anger inside you that used to be fuelled,
But what you absorbed can burn on its own.
Grow up, burn out.
You carry a song in your heart.
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Take back MTV;
There's nothing on that channel but a bunch of wannabes.
With a fake smile,
Suburban dreams,
A major coke addiction and an STD.
All of this bullshit means nothing to me!
So tell me are you with me?
Take back the TV nation
Take back the radio station
Take bake the airwaves
Take back the pop perfection
The collagen injections
Take back the airwaves
Take back your life.
Cheap sluts on ITV
Trying to convince the judges,
That they're worthy of their money
With a fake smile
They sing for free
And shake their fucking booty for the music industry
A crowd of people stop and stare,
As a loser gets a price tag on their back and fades away.
And in an office block somewhere,
They are selling repetition as the latest fucking craze.
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All we are,
Is heart and soul,
Trapped in flesh and bones.
Flesh and bones.
Running, we've been running,
But the pace has diminished and slowed to a crawl
And you’re longing, always longing
To feel the tape at the end of the race,
Break in two on your chest.
You fall to your knees,
Your face hits the dirt,
And the dust stings your eyes.
Like a tap that keeps dripping;
It breaks you down.
SOS!
Everybody say "NO!"
Everybody say "we made a deal!"
This is not what we bargained for.
And we’re weary of waiting.
The system is breaking – The system is breaking down
We all fall down
All we are
Is heart and soul
Trapped in flesh and bones.
Flesh and bones.
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You used to always have it your way,
But the tables have turned and the karma police are on their way.
They’re gonna read you your rights and highlight your wrongs,
And take you away.
'Cos you’ve been thinking about yourself the whole time!
Climbing up a ladder and the rungs were disposable people,
You thought you could use then ignore,
But the ghosts of the past are now blocking the door,
And you know…
You’re too late.
No one’s going to save you from yourself
Checkmate.
You’re learning what you give is what you get.
Woah Woah
This is your conscience speaking
Woah Woah
And I think you owe me.
So you think you won the rat race,
But you’re still a rat, and the trap was waiting all along.
And now you just can’t find a way to live with yourself
You’re wasting away
Cos you’ve been living out the life of a fraud
You trampled over bodies of the people who were there to warn you
You won’t get to sleep any more
The ghosts of the past will remain at your door.
And you know.
It’s like that bad dream you keep having, where a man standing over you looks down at the blood on your hands and solemnly, he reaches behind him. He winces as he pulls out a knife from the centre of his back, and regrettably evidence stacked up against you suggests that you put it there. And as you rifle through a mental back catalogue of misdemeanours and double crosses you’re tearing out pages of written apologies you never intended to use you feel his hands around your sweat saturated neck. He mouths to you “retribution”. And that’s about the time that you wake up screaming: “Sorry.”
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McMusic
04:16
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We've seen it all before
Yeah we've seen it all before
And we'll see it all a million times more
Everybody wasting time
On a vacuous production line
yeah everybody get in line...
Yeah - mcmusic's here to stay
Yeah - but we'll buy it anyway
Here's another quick fix
Of money making music
Is anybody buying it?
Motherfucker I don't think so
Cheap shit
Regurgitated bullshit
Is anybody buying it?
Motherfucker I don't think so
Who? Is anybody?
Why? Is anybody?
Who? Is anybody? I don't think so!
They're not gonna sell it to me... So fuck 'em.
Yeah we've seen it all before
Yeah we've seen it all before
From studio to cutting room floor
Another mannequin of pop charades
Telling everyone how life's so hard
Making music in a house of cards
Here's another quick fix
Of money making music
Is anybody buying it?
Motherfucker I don't think so
Cheap shit
Regurgitated bullshit
Is anybody buying it?
Motherfucker I don't think so
Who? Is anybody?
Why? Is anybody?
Who? Is anybody? I don't think so!
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Shake my hand,
Return my smile,
Shake my confidence with fallacy.
We've both been round the block a few times now,
But you act like we're not one and the same.
You're becoming a rival,
And you're waiting for a gap in the conversation
To tell me how you've been,
And how you're living the dream.
But are you living a lie?
Our paths may keep on crossing,
But we'll never see eye to eye,
'Cos every step of the way - you'll always look down on me
And the root of the problem?
You're trying to put me down to cover up your insecurities
So take a climb down!
Try some fucking honesty and try to be yourself;
'Cos you've forgotten who you are today.
Take some time
To realise
That this life is only fallacy
We're heading for the same destination now,
But you can't quite recognise your own face.
It's not a fight for survival,
And we never entered into a competition,
To see who can get there first
That was never the dream!
But are you living a lie?
Our paths may keep on crossing,
But we'll never see eye to eye
'Cos every step of the way - you'll always look down on me
And the root of the problem?
You're trying to put me down to cover up your insecurities
So take a climb down...
Truth or dare - I dare you to tell the truth.
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8. |
The Lines Are Drawn
03:14
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Seasons change but we remain the same.
The song that we’re singing
The blood that we’re bleeding
Goes on and on.
The lines are drawn tonight,
A sea of faces lit by the blue lights of the TV screens.
They’ve been sitting watching while ingesting viral doctrine
And now they’re ready for a fight
And the masses side by side they clench their fists around a paper telling stories about the others, demonising – Stoking fires.
Because we’ve got to keep life interesting, don’t we?
It gets passed on (the resentment, rejection, the envy and boredom)
And there’s no finer feelings to capitalise on to write some more lies on,
To re-emphasise the political lines that you’ve made your whole lives on.
Stereotyping – Stoking fires.
But we’re lucky to be liberated, aren’t we?
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