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The Industry of Death
04:20
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Choice presented as illusion
New state-market collusion
You don't know where the money goes
A new state of confusion
Arms sales is big business
There's money to be made through American interests,
propped up by consumer purchase
You have no control
We live off of (the industry of death!)
It all ties back to (the industry of death!)
If you don't have one (the industry of death!)
then you are no one (the industry of death!)
From the food that we eat (the industry of death!)
to the clothes that we wear (the industry of death!)
To the movies we watch (the industry of death!)
and the money we make (the industry of death!)
The money funnels upward
from the child to the parent
Every purchase made
takes a path seemingly errant
Defense contractors
investing covertly;
everything we buy
is made by their subsidiaries
I said well daddy don't you know
that things go in cycles
Death invests in culture
and in return it gets disciples
Those willing to die for something
that they'll never get
Freedom and autonomy
is the carrot on the stick
We live off of (the industry of death!)
It all ties back to (the industry of death!)
If you don't have one (The industry of death!)
then you are no one (The industry of death!)
From the food that we eat (The industry of death!)
to the clothes that we wear (The industry of death!)
To the movies we watch (The industry of death!)
and the money we make (The industry of death!)
I don't want one! (The industry of death!)
I don't want one! (The industry of death!)
I don't want one! (The industry of death!)
I don't want one! (The industry of death!)
Double knot, pulled tight, kick the chair, backslide
under heaven's simple gaze, everything is man-made
Let me out of this prison!
I didn't choose to be born in this structure
Let me down, I won't miss it
I don't want to be part of your industry
let me out
let me down
let me out
let me down
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You look at me like you want a reaction
You're treating love like it was a concession
Provoke violence, no confession
Wrapped up in your comfortable messes
Police mind with a knack for retort
There's no crime, so there's nothing to report
Sharpen your words like you're hunting for sport
No love, no loss, no spirit of discourse
KEEP ME AROUND, I'VE GOT BIG THINGS COMING
Needles and needles and needles and needles and pins
Firing fast out of the mouth of a friend
Tiny scars from where they enter the skin
Track marks covered so we can't start again
You look at me like you've had a reaction
Equidistant from both points of interaction
Deliver on your promise of inaction
So smug in your self-satisfaction!
KEEP ME AROUND, I'VE GOT BIG THINGS COMING
FULL STOP, COPS KILL
NO PUSH, NO THRILL
PEEL BACK YOUR WILL
DIE ON THIS HILL
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3. |
The Visitor
03:53
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Venerate your patience
Prepare for a facelift
I know what's gone wrong now
I know it's wrong // I'll sing to God
The visitor peeks out from under the floorboard!
The visitor sees you and does not ignore!
Turn your back on the sun
December's got a gun
Fill your heart with dead weight
I miss you now // but you abrogate
The visitor peeks out from under the floorboard!
The visitor sees you and does not ignore!
The visitor wants to be free of it's death throes!
The visitor wants you to know what God knows
Now we're home you'll feel no pain
Shut the gates inside your brain
Close the lid on the machine
Think of things you'd rather been
Look inside at your dirt heart
Feel the sparks all fly apart
Clear the dust off of the lid,
afraid of looking like a kid
Remit!
Credit!
Pay to!
The end!
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Bad Optics Seattle, Washington
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