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Streams, streams Of silly string and statements Spoilt from the start not a coin earned from heart And the audacity to defend a blood-tattered, soul-shattered legacy an interest that serves itself to the bitter end and a hope for mankind that dies down, yet again A robotic, a horrific, working nightmare Waste and filth and marketing ploys pass the infra-red, marked with fear and joy Happiness in the empty heart that’s fulfilled by plastic, and Horror in the open heart that’s sealed with servitude All they want is a nation made for labour a nation of thinkers would exchange their favour If injustice is a cause worth risking a life for then risk the lives of the lawyers and the lords For their existence is sitting on the thin ice of their money funded and incentivised, they **** up bribes like honey Streams and streams of meaningless numbers guide our timeline like through a rolling thunder The vibrations from the cities have formed pyramids to the sky Dragging us up by the scruff of our necks, to comply or to die
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Dec 7, 2014
Dec 7, 2014 at 4:20 AM UTC
Streams
Streams, streams Of silly string and statements Spoilt from the start not a coin earned from heart And the audacity to defend a blood-tattered, soul-shattered legacy an interest that serves itself to the bitter end and a hope for mankind that dies down, yet again A robotic, a horrific, working nightmare Waste and filth and marketing ploys pass the infra-red, marked with fear and joy Happiness in the empty heart that’s fulfilled by plastic, and Horror in the open heart that’s sealed with servitude All they want is a nation made for labour a nation of thinkers would exchange their favour If injustice is a cause worth risking a life for then risk the lives of the lawyers and the lords For their existence is sitting on the thin ice of their money funded and incentivised, they **** up bribes like honey Streams and streams of meaningless numbers guide our timeline like through a rolling thunder The vibrations from the cities have formed pyramids to the sky Dragging us up by the scruff of our necks, to comply or to die
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Dec 7, 2014
Dec 7, 2014 at 4:20 AM UTC
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