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White Weapon
03:04
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Land of the free, no empathy, slave history, white weapon
Embrace division, just your opinions, boot licking minion, white weapon
Hate seeking missile, with loaded pistol, led by dog whistle, white weapon
Empty the streets as a show of control
White men calling shots from the penthouse
Armed to the teeth, riot cops on patrol
Keep peace like a fox in a henhouse
One source informs, you take up arms, for blue uniforms, white weapon
All lives matter, you serve your master, death on a platter, white weapon
Just seventeen, AR-15, American dream, white weapon
Empty the streets as a show of control
White men calling shots from the penthouse
Armed to the teeth, riot cops on patrol
Keep peace like a fox in a henhouse
The white and privileged cannibals
The white and privileged cannibals, the world’s most dangerous
The white and privileged cannibals, the world’s most dangerous animals
The white and privileged cannibals, the world’s most dangerous animals
White weapon, so threatened
White weapon, lost lessons
White weapon, won’t listen
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World Inferno
02:53
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No time for your heavy hand, supply outstrips demand, heads buried in the sand
Stepped out into the light, it didn’t burn like we thought it might, you’re a goddamn parasite
They say just trust in me, don’t believe what you see, your neighbour is your enemy
We all feel the same rage, it comes from the same place, they try to obscure the face
World inferno
I forgot everything I knew
Now I can’t remember who told me to
Here is your Trojan horse, good people too of course, you’ll get your way by force
Can’t understand projection, freedom means self protection, tricked into insurrection
World inferno
I forgot everything I knew
Now I can’t remember who told me to
Fear is the collar
Almighty dollar
Blood on the altar
The best they can offer you
World inferno
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Bloodlust
02:25
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You fantasize, amendment right, some perfect night, unjust bloodlust
Protect yourself, and live to tell, it’s just someone else, unjust bloodlust
Fear, stress, arms, death
A dress up game, rush to the brain, you won’t say their names, unjust bloodlust
A dark stranger, you can’t be too sure, one shot secured, unjust bloodlust
Fear, stress, arms, death
With steel in hand, you’re in command, you feel like a man, unjust bloodlust
In self defense, you never meant, but some kid is dead, unjust bloodlust
Your so afraid to go outside, you’re terrified
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Under the Con
03:27
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What’s there to know beyond the headlines
You’re not wasting your time, it shows
You know the source, you heard it’s all lies
You’re not surprised, of course
You put together the clues but you missed the intent
When you go where you’re sent, we lose
When you’re on the right track is when they pull out the stops
And send in riot cops, push back
You only get to bear arms if you’re the right kind of threat
They’re the ones you protect, from harm
The old live you don’t wanna lose is one we all deserve
Which side do you serve, you choose
We stand divided
We fight each other
We wail on under the con
Lost
We know that power is not held
By people who press on under the con
Lost
We stand divided
We fight each other
We wail on under the con
Lost
We know that power is not held
By people who press on under the con
Lost
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New Ruins
04:25
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The old gods
The old gods are dead
The old gods are dead, their fears been spread
We praise the dollar, we don’t pray to them
No sun
With no sun for tomorrow
With no sun for tomorrow when the moons of tonight
Have taken what they were only meant to borrow
With no cards
With no cards left for holding
With no cards left for holding, our hand has been dealt
We’re either all in, or we’re folding
No guns
With no guns in our holsters
With no guns in our holsters, no death, no sorrow
Just the youth of tomorrow standing on our shoulders
It’s time
New ruins rise
It’s time
Near and far, the future is ours
Crosses, crescents and stars, the future is ours
In the light, in the dark, the future is ours
Every last beating heart, the future is ours
The old gods
The old gods are dead
The old gods are dead, their fears been spread
We praise the dollar, we don’t pray to them
No guns
With no guns in our holsters
With no guns in our holsters, no death, no sorrow
Just the youth of tomorrow standing on our shoulders
It’s time
New ruins rise
It’s time
Our stories will run dry if we keep bleeding time
Through red and blurry eyes we watch new ruins
We watch new ruins rise
It’s time
New ruins rise
It’s time
New ruins rise
It’s time
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AANTHEMS Vancouver, British Columbia
Geof does his level best to make his drums sound like a locomotive, and Ryan plays bass, completely wrong, while both are howling almost the whole time.
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