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Water only runs in the house of a holy man But the prayers of a parched child are ignored in favour of the money man's plan Believe in a God all you want he won't save you Nihilism saves valor Believe in nothing and nothing can hurt you Those empty symbiotic phrases of the faithless Listen to the chimes of the ice cream van and despair at the crimes of a suit and tie man Crunch of steel in a midnight collision they collude in hopes of derision Under desk lamp ambiance, in heated rooms 13th floor apartment blocks where the doorman knocks where the doorman knocks Time and crime again, and lie and try again Paid protests in the streets Digest your intellect, removal of a safe space So that they might turn the power switch The blackout comes when revenue succumbs In your ancient catacombs, where matted bandages hang and drip crimson onto dusty floors Smeared where they jeered at the death of a democracy This is the corner of civilisation, torn down and replaced with a bank
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Dec 21, 2016
Dec 21, 2016 at 9:17 AM UTC
They Use Fear as Indoctrination, It Keeps Us Pacified and Eager to Consume
Water only runs in the house of a holy man But the prayers of a parched child are ignored in favour of the money man's plan Believe in a God all you want he won't save you Nihilism saves valor Believe in nothing and nothing can hurt you Those empty symbiotic phrases of the faithless Listen to the chimes of the ice cream van and despair at the crimes of a suit and tie man Crunch of steel in a midnight collision they collude in hopes of derision Under desk lamp ambiance, in heated rooms 13th floor apartment blocks where the doorman knocks where the doorman knocks Time and crime again, and lie and try again Paid protests in the streets Digest your intellect, removal of a safe space So that they might turn the power switch The blackout comes when revenue succumbs In your ancient catacombs, where matted bandages hang and drip crimson onto dusty floors Smeared where they jeered at the death of a democracy This is the corner of civilisation, torn down and replaced with a bank
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Dec 21, 2016
Dec 21, 2016 at 9:17 AM UTC
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