Misanthrope
7th January 2012, 02:58
Seeing these guys on the 20th, pumped. Living and Wrestling from Milwaukee.
http://livingandwrestling.bandcamp.com/track/collapse-2
Feed the bellies of ghosts
They're lost but they're not alone
Retrieve the bombs from skies
Recover bodies from flies
Find them lost in translation
from the capitalist equation,
struggling in a new place
that's filled with chemical waste
This city sleeps with regret
from all the times that we've let
killings of innocents seem
part of the American Dream
We know the times soon will change
They find our passiveness strange
Because no action is done
they're finding new ways to run
But this is all that we get?
A system running in debt?
We'll take the cards that we've won
and start a revolution
See explosions of fury
Masses hung by the jury
Secrets of offense
done by civil servants
Information of corporate crimes and genocide
(changed and tamed for the public eye)
Rhetoric nation of constant lies, please hear me cry
(Give me one chance before I die)
Hear me cry
They butchered millions of souls
who've traveled back to their homes
While kids with guns only stare
They're only told not to care
A black mask seals my hate
for those who solely create
transactions with bloody hands
of the alternative stance
This city sleeps with regret
from all the times that we've let
these eyes turn to TV
and spread the numbing disease
They keep our voices unheard
and render actions absurd
And while they lead us astray
we dance among the decay
But this is all that we get?
A debt that's not even met?
While futures crumble to class
this feudal system wont last
See explosions of fury
Masses hung by the jury
Voices too strong to tame
We'll leave the old world in flames
Information of corporate crimes and genocide
(changed and tamed for the public eye)
Rhetoric nation of constant lies, please hear me cry
(Give me one chance before I die)
Hear me cry (cry out)
(We're gonna tear it down, we're gonna take it back)
http://livingandwrestling.bandcamp.com/track/collapse-2
Feed the bellies of ghosts
They're lost but they're not alone
Retrieve the bombs from skies
Recover bodies from flies
Find them lost in translation
from the capitalist equation,
struggling in a new place
that's filled with chemical waste
This city sleeps with regret
from all the times that we've let
killings of innocents seem
part of the American Dream
We know the times soon will change
They find our passiveness strange
Because no action is done
they're finding new ways to run
But this is all that we get?
A system running in debt?
We'll take the cards that we've won
and start a revolution
See explosions of fury
Masses hung by the jury
Secrets of offense
done by civil servants
Information of corporate crimes and genocide
(changed and tamed for the public eye)
Rhetoric nation of constant lies, please hear me cry
(Give me one chance before I die)
Hear me cry
They butchered millions of souls
who've traveled back to their homes
While kids with guns only stare
They're only told not to care
A black mask seals my hate
for those who solely create
transactions with bloody hands
of the alternative stance
This city sleeps with regret
from all the times that we've let
these eyes turn to TV
and spread the numbing disease
They keep our voices unheard
and render actions absurd
And while they lead us astray
we dance among the decay
But this is all that we get?
A debt that's not even met?
While futures crumble to class
this feudal system wont last
See explosions of fury
Masses hung by the jury
Voices too strong to tame
We'll leave the old world in flames
Information of corporate crimes and genocide
(changed and tamed for the public eye)
Rhetoric nation of constant lies, please hear me cry
(Give me one chance before I die)
Hear me cry (cry out)
(We're gonna tear it down, we're gonna take it back)