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Mortal Wound
03:51
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The pickers picked
Acres of field
Trading white for red spots
Giving all they yield
The weavers weaved
Just as they were shown
Fasting fingers
Arthritis in tow
As iron horses make their way
Shovelled coal and hissing steam
Pity the worker toppling from girder
Mesh framework towering
Trampling generation of sceptics
Herd of Aquarius doubts
The promise to manifest dreams
A spoken solemn vow
Ridicule
Ridicule
Colossal ropes as threads
A behemoth even the sky dreads
Barrels full of pulsing feeders
Populate boundless larvae
Hoisted up for a septic vision
Prevent unripened plague
The fool
To fathom a bandage
As big as your ego
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Patience
02:35
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Squat over the ocean
And then cruise right through it
There’s no escape
Just a runway
Of broken glass
To haul our bodies across
With sinew as breadcrumbs
With sinew as breadcrumbs
Look
How
Far
We’ve come
It’s coming
A loose collective
Held together
By common interests
Such as:
Fear and stupidity
Middle finger to humility
Diarrhoea finance gives new meaning to liquidity
Throats brim with lies
Hands teem with knives
Midnight’s coming
Let the culling begin
Hanging the heads
Shame and subordinates
Only drifting
Up to the day’s deities
Fuck your gods
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Hygiene
04:20
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She showers in guilt
At least her skin’s clean
A scent of shame
From every little thing
It takes a battle
It takes a battle
It takes a battle
Tearful fingertips
Fearful footsteps
Until they cross that line
Burnt out and cut down
It takes a war
It takes a war
It takes a war
It’s a struggle to find self-respect
Butchering the cattle
Tongues pulled through their necks
Oppression is a graveyard
That you must lay to rest
Now she lays to rest
Now that she’s laid to rest
It takes a toll
It takes a toll
It takes a toll
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And Have Not
04:53
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Cascading black sand through perforated hands
The truth of anguish lashes the dam
Life ain't worth a dollar
We bought you misfortune: the scholar you can trust
Health ‘care’, what a fickle construct
Your rights are the stale crust
Cascading black sand through perforated hands
The truth of anguish tempts the dam
Concoct the remedy with a quart of pee
How many lb’s in an oz?
Poison for the poisoned
Reach of desperation
Nor hand, nor merciful volt
Cascading black sand through perforated hands
The truth of anguish bursts the dam
All the while we carry the grains
Spilling what we must
For the precarious stone orders it so
And the shelved landscapes do persuade
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