From here to the cemetary, from here to the grave. How many did your democracy save?. . Clean slate, state oppression and yeah!. Once again, like a thousand times before.
You knew what I was gonna say. When I didn't. I did anyway. And it seems. I'll survive with selfrespect intact. And you?. . Every freedom needs a trust.
Hey baby, you never felt this good. Freedom through the stereo and you wish you could. Take a bite, do a dance and get lost on a crusade. Jump on this soul train, destination unknown.
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The game is over. Damage is done. Fuck you for. Playing along. Break through the surface. Only to suffocate. . Beating it into me - Beating it into me.
This is the pulse, this is the sound. This is the beat of a new generation. . This is the movement, this is the rhythm. This is the noise of revolution.
Beyond ability & control we could be weekend lovers. Steal a sentence and make a catch phrase parole for our revolution. Whispered all across the street about the, about the new cool call.
Rather be dead. Than alive by your oppression. Rather be dead. Than alive by your design. . Poisoned my fingers. Burned out my eyes. Cut up my throat.
To sing you must first open your mouth,. you must have a pair of lungs,. and a little knowledge of music. It's not necessary to have an accordion, or a guitar.
Scrap the extras. (Let's keep our eyes wide open). Cut out the spareparts. (Let's keep our eyes wide open). Let's keep our eyes wide open. . Fuck the idol.
Scrap the extras. (Let's keep our eyes wide open). Cut out the spareparts. (Let's keep our eyes wide open). Let's keep our eyes wide open. . Fuck the idol.
Somewhere along the line we lost. Individuality paid the cost. Close enough to inhale the security. It's always. Too far away. . Breed upon. Culture sickness.
It's coming through the air. For all of us to hear. Could it be the sounds of liberation. Or just the image of detention. . We want the airwaves back.
With my faced smashed against the concrete. I kinda find it hard to speak. The inevitable freedom of oppression. and I stay down.. . Kneel down to our masters.
Is there a single thing. That'd make you comprehend. As long as we shut up. We still sanction them?. . My silence will convict me. My silence will convict me.
It's not O.K.. To pretend everythings alright. It's not O.K.. To pretend that everythings alright. . Related. . 23 Boy Band Slow Jams That Made You Believe In Love.
The bait. The prey. The mice. Debate the method of demise.. Debate your high. I'll lie beside you, walk you down and lay the beat beneath. your bed. Beneath the dead.Debate the method in your head..
Stretch out in your christ pose. Marionette of lost hope. Your sadness at the expense of the world. Your dying to be this. Your living to be this. . Energy.
So, you wanna go out with me. Watch me get on my knees and bleed?. I stole this scrapbook from you. Doesn't matter 'cause you stole it too. . Sugarcoated kisses from my lips.
The need to dream. Makes it easy to provide. A package to fulfill life. . Your prefabricated beauty. Tan, blank skin. Your slim white torsos. Plastic smiles.