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A Taker, Not a Lover
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The money making machine has had years to sharpen its precision, years to anoint giants, years to find out what you like, what makes you aroused, even ways for the money to make money. The newspaper prints don’t stop, the harbors never slows, the airport man never goes home, and the streets only receive a gentle sweeping ready to be sheened by the proceeding day’s oil and rubber.
Burnt out filaments, don’t sell your fuse just yet. We need the ember of rage, warmth to keep passing time.
Marked urban lines of remembrance for those who care. The refineries nighttime glow is constant, and a reminder that we are a taker not a giver. Not a lover. Not someone one you take home to meet mother. The hue of this poison offers some strange beauty. In ours lights, in the sunset, even the smells become comfort. Shadow skinned handshakes and covert agendas offer you little worry. She’s not going anywhere, we are.
Burnt out filaments, don’t sell your fuse just yet. We need the ember of rage, warmth to keep passing time.
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Tankman Vs. The Tank
04:04
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Son of a bitch, I thought I was free, but these nets keep stopping my fall. These hands keep pulling me, working me to the bone. Guiding my hands to do what I refuse. No easy way out, which way is free?
Back in line
Abandon all hope, these waters eat what’s ripe. Another factory stain on the wall, another blister popped, let the healing begin and forget. Churn that bait, turn that wheel, we’ll never be finished. We’re driving this ship till it’s in the ground.
Let me grow wings, let me at least pretend. Dreams are all that’s free that’s my living proof.
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The Warning
01:57
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China Pollution
03:26
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This is the last straw; you’ll eat the very swill you spew.
Think only you are saved, I’ll get mine, but you’ll get yours soon.
Grab on to the world; squeeze it with your swine hands now,
Assess only the here and now
One day you’ll be your own suicide, consume all with a plastic heart.
I know you say it’s real.
Looked out the window, yeah it’s real
Yeah its real.
Looked in the mirror, For sure it’s real
Breathed the air, yeah it’s real.
We’ll be your concubines, pushing those carts through, through the naugahyde aisles. You just deceive for everything you need, you hide the truth and scare to believe, I hope your kind all dies, when mother checks us out for good.
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Thirsty for the Rain
02:15
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The little drops of water, kept chipping away at ours walls. Thought we could stop it, bottle it up. But the people could still hear it, and then their pens we couldn’t stop. We would beat them down, but we couldn’t kill their idea. Some people like the madness, others want to control. Lock away all that doesn’t make sense. Deaf, dumb and blind now what? Thirsty for the next rain. And the rain will always come.
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Postconsumerman
04:47
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(*_*)
06:11
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