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Depths Below
03:10
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Waters turn, forests fall
What's the use? Can't recall
Waters turn, forests fall
What's the use? I can't recall
And if their ways kill us all
It was not G*d on which they called
Way back in the days of old
Wicked men were swallowed whole
The earth opened up
Vengeance came from G*d above
If this is good, I wouldn't know
This shit ain't worth the depths below
If this is life, I sure can't tell
You say I'm living, it feels like hell
I'm scared I don't know
What's waiting behind that door
But we can't go back
This world we're in won't love us back
Please, G*d, send a sign
I've waited long, it must be time
Grow the trees, destroy the dam
With the might of your right hand
Waters turn, forests fall
What's the use? I can't recall
And if their ways kill us all
It was not G*d on which they called
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Kill the Locals
03:54
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Get some people, buy a big ship
Take some lessons to learn how to drive it
Then set sail with all your friends
Drop your anchor, come ashore
There's lots of people and so much more
Time to take it off their hands
Kill the locals, oppress the masses
Divide them into races and classes
Then sell progress back to them
Build a system, narrow it down to two sides
Create the illusion they're choosing wrong from right
The kings will always win
Inherit your wealth, buy some stock
Invest in oil and never stop
Then celebrate all the work you do
If there's a protest outside your door
Release a statement, move your money offshore
It's not ideal but it's a lovely view
Kill the locals, oppress the masses
Divide them into races and classes
Then sell progress back to them
Build a system, narrow it down to two sides
Create the illusion they're choosing wrong from right
The kings will always win
Where did you come from?
(I'm standing right here)
Kill the locals, oppress the masses
Divide them into races and classes
(I'm standing right here)
Then sell progress back to them
(I'm standing right here)
Build a system, narrow it down to two sides
Create the illusion they're choosing wrong from right
(I'm standing right here)
The kings will always win
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Predetermination
02:20
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I've been thinking 'bout the things that people say about this life
That we all live and everything we have to face
As I'm getting older, I keep aging, things keep looking grey
I think what might be true is that it don't really matter what you do
Do do do do do do do do do
Do do do do do do do do do do do
It's not up to you
You you you you you you you you you
You you you you you you you you you you you you
I've been staring at the shadows in the cave for way too long
And now I can't tell what is real and what is fake and what is wrong
And if I could tell the truth from the lies, would it really make a difference?
Would I then figure out what to do?
Do do do do do do do do do
Do do do do do do do do do do do
It's not up to you
You you you you you you you you you
You you you you you you you you you you you you you
Am I trapped in my head?
Or do I only exist in yours?
Living or dead?
Will I meet a god who settles the score?
Is my heart beating?
Or is that just an illusion too?
I'm without meaning
'Cause I don't have a say in what I do
Do do do do do do do do do
Do do do do do do do do do do do do
Do do do do do do do do do do do
It's not up to you
You you you you you you you you you
You you you you you you you you you you you you
You you you you you you you you you you you you you
You you you you you you you you you you you you you you
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No One Left to Kill
02:29
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Well the bombs kept a'raining on through the night
But they fell like water and we're still alive
To the men on the news and the corporate shills
That say "what do you do when there's no one left to kill?"
I looked to the clouds but no god came out
I saw bombs and smog and fear
Well early next morning, bout half past nine
Black snake came a'knocking tryna tell me the time
But when I was a child my momma told me what to do
"You gotta chop off the head and don't let him through"
I opened my mouth but black tar dribbled out
Whose image am I made in?
I prayed to my G*d but the state overheard
(You prayed to your god but we silenced your words)
I cried out in pain but no one heard me shout
(You cried out in vain, nothing good coming out)
The tears that we cry become a righteous flood
(If you wish to die, we're no stranger to blood)
Your words are weak, we're not afraid to die
High noon today, check your TV sets
'Cause we're doing something you won't soon forget
Setting fire to the fuckers who've been keeping us down
And we ain't stoppin' til we're in the ground
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