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Damascus
04:33
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*Verse*
We caught you reading
And you look just like a robot
We've watched you golfing, baby
And your tee-shot was amazing
Well your circuit boards exploded
Your LED it cracked
Your robot legs kept marching cos
They wanted you back
And I said your metal egg imploded
Your metal brain it crashed
Your soulless heart kept marching and
The people voted you back (if you dig it?)
*Chorus*
Silent they all go down to a river
Waiting for someone who's not even there
(if you think about it)
*Verse*
Youtubed you smiling
As a lens cap left you blinded
Can't find you helping. maybe
You're a dumb f*ck and you know it
And well your circuit boards...
*Chorus*
He is on his little way
And he cannot believe that these waters are real
Cos all that he knows is all that he's done
The lives that were lost, no wars to be won
And so he'll cry for all that he sees
Cannot believe these waters are real
It's all in his head
False empathy
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Empty
04:03
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*Verse*
Whilst pointing and bleating
His peers whom revere him, are quoting the books that he's read
With gestures revealing, his head nods sincerely
These criminals taught him to best the people who fear him
(Whose loved-ones killed for him)
In turn pay him off with death
Squandered to violence, dead-eyed they pilot patriot holes through their heads
It's pointless (we know it)
Once spinless now growing
As will the horns in his head
It's alarming to process, our arses his hostess
But not me, I refuse to bend
Now standing before me, the simplest of score sheets
I tick off the one that seems best
And I know he'll rape me and beat me
And whore me... I walked in to a door again
*Chorus*
Keep falling down with broken hands
I'm bandaged, blackened, numb
Hold me up to let the sky purify this broken man
Why can I just see?
Leave the body and break free?
Look inside if you long to believe
That everything I have seen is empty
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3. |
Daisy
01:55
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A mother here, been sister years
She is born
And father too: my love to you
She is Frost
So worry not
We'll raise her up
And she'll ride upon the wave
That we crash and form
Daisy dear - your uncle here
(Big bearded one)
You can depend, until my end
Until we're old
So worry not
We'll raise you up
And you'll ride upon the wave
That we crash and form
We've got time though
Time to grow old
I like to think so
Daisy is born
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Jack
04:04
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See the children come
Each of them with hyenic psychosis
Don't let it happen again, won't let it happen again
So he speaks to them hoping that they're succeptable to reason
But it is the season for taking payment - insane
(They're really good boys they'll claim)
Can't count on everyone cos each of us is stuck in our own process
We'll tell them 'leave it alone', they'll tell us to mind our own
Unknown we're feeding them
Helping them gorge on others' hopelessness
(Keep your head down and hope for the best)
I'd tell you to run, but which way?
I'd tell you to stand, but today we're afraid
But I don't believe all the kids are resposible
But I know it's plausible we're all feeble and shall remain
Live life through intercom, stabbing at some old, grey, cold buttons
I'm sorry, no-one is home, outside, you're left on your own
Protestor: Prove me wrong
Tell me of your tale of youth and glory (think Jack-a-nory)
Until you've walked in their way, or heard the things that they say, celebrate
But I don't believe all the kids are resposible
But I know it's plausible we're all feeble and shall remain
Pray, disbelieve, in the hope that they'll go
Too easy to decree that a hood maketh criminal
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Little Donkey Chelmsford, UK
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