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Consign to the past
02:22
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Consign To The Past
Imperial realms of division
Supremacist dreams of control
A twisted and bigoted vision
A self-centred arrogant goal
Consign to the past
Imperial goal of submission
The gentry and peasants divide
Maintain the status position
Make sure the chosen preside
Imperial war of attrition
Ruling the land and the sea
Grinding all sense of ambition
Re-living histories scheme
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Another vegan hipster
03:16
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Another Vegan Hipster
Where do you think your shiny shoes come from?
Where do you think your painted jacket comes from?
Where do you think the suede trim comes from?
How do you think your new scent gets done?
“Meat Fee Monday” is gonna be a fun day
But I’ll eat the infant roasted on a Sunday
How do you think your cosmetics get done?
And where do you think the blood trail runs from?
Oh no, another vegan hipster
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The fires began
03:01
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Your top politician is a rich politician
So feel to relax, you’ve just been taxed
We’re dying to live but life is a game
And there’s no last name it’s a loaded game
I looked in your eyes
And they were as black as my heart
I should’ve realised then
This is not a good start
And then the fires began
And the government sang
“We can do as we please”
And the rich all agreed
Stick figures on a suicide note
From the privileged few
With their hands on your throat
Violent technology is your philosophy
Warmonger, poor maker
Not in my name
I looked in your eyes
And they were as black as my heart
I should’ve realised then
That we’re dead from the start
Then the fires began
And the government sang
“We can do as we please”
And the rich all agreed
It’s economical war!
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No platform
02:45
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No Platform
One people, it’s so simple
Antifa, Antifa
No platform to spread their shit from
Antifa, Antifa
A time for action, the only reaction
Antifa!
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Headfuckshit
01:45
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Do your worst
02:37
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Do Your Worst
Which way will they walk?
Which way will they talk?
Which way will they write?
Which way will they spite?
Which way will they drive?
Which way will they hide?
Which way will they wait?
Which way will they hate?
This ain’t no creepy crawl
You stab my back and then you walk
This ain’t no creepy crawl
You stab my back and away you walk
Get away, stay away, run away
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Waiting for the day
02:33
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Nowhere like home
04:04
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Nowhere Like Home
Different streets with familiar names
A different image for the photo frames
Restaurants for the silver spoons
Expensive drinks for the privileged few
Missing heart devoid of life
Obscene prices and elitist style
Spit and sawdust swept into the past
A different story with a different cast
Dreams are bought and memories sold
Investment wealth replacing homes
A new town where i don’t fit
And makes me glad I’m out of it
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