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RUSSIA*IRAN*DISCO*SUCK
05:00
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We’re not constrained by borders
we’ve exported you our culture
can you taste the sugar?
It’s in carbonated water
it’s in family entertainment
take these pills and get some sleep
Commoditisation // Market innovation
If you wanna dance I’ll show you how
but you’re playing with the big boys now
it's the Wild West
RUSSIA*IRAN*DISCO*SUCK
Everything to buy and sell
your education, health as well
it’s all the same
RUSSIA*IRAN*DISCO*SUCK
In the Middle East the war is won
on Wall Street and in tinsel town
in oil fields
RUSSIA*IRAN*DISCO*SUCK
It’s called democracy we say
when markets piss your dreams away
it’s the price we pay
RUSSIA*IRAN*DISCO*SUCK
We’re watching you // you can be sure
although it’s not the cold war any more
you can feel the heat?
It’s in Charlton Heston’s Oscar
in tiny bits of shrapnel
stuck in classroom walls
Heed my ideology // you can buy your freedom from me
We’re on a mission from God
can’t escape our rhetoric
this is the new empire
white goods and body image
RUSSIA*IRAN*DISCO*SUCK
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Erosion
03:33
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You take a healthy body
and inject a dose of chem-austerity
when the organs fail
and the gangrene sets, then you’re left with us today
But the torture doesn’t end
blue monsters feed on prole flesh
and you bite and scream until the end
but it’s eroding you
And it’s eroding me…
Take one last breath of fresh air
maggots screaming laissez-faire
When they steal the copper
from your walls, baby, it’s an asset strip
and you multiply the effects
Mad Max, apocalypse
Nothing is beyond
commodity to these beasts
and every time you try to comprehend
it’s eroding you
And it’s eroding me…
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Sanctuary
03:56
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Craving a little peace
I created a world
from fragments of truth
rose tinted memories
cut up with pages
from books and magazines
I created a world
a whole world just for me
Escape to purgatory
I never see sunlight // this reality burns
Fantasy smiles in electric picture shows
Paradise landscapes and beautiful skin
Detox // melanoma // spare no saccharine
Ignorance is king
Knock me out with gas
so I can escape
consciousness erodes
I have to go to sleep
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Nos da Mon Amis
04:09
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In the fields of Aaru
the cycle goes on
will you come back as a bird or another metaphor?
Goodnight, goodnight my friend
cross safely on the Styx and take Charon his gold
May you see Mohammed
in paradise
and may you reach nirvana with Buddha and Kurt Cobain
Nos da, bon nuit mon amis
Asgard is calling and the best dine with Odin
Καληνυχτα, guten nacht mein kollege
by the grace of Jesus, Zeus, and Bowie you’ll live on
Buonanotte amico mio
Buenas noches mi amigo
Hyvää yötä ystäväni
Nos da, bon nuit
שלום, goodnight, goodbye
au revoir fy ffrind
تصبح على خير , 晚安
Dobranoc मेरा दोस्त
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You tried to decorate history with your flag
beauty // subversion // revolution your epigraph
but even your deepest truths have cosmetic scars
maybe it’s for nothing but a memory of purpose?
Your ideas set you free
but you got lost in the machine
and you fall back into the arms of banality
You tried to give hope to a neglected mass
but all they want is carbon prints of spectres of the past
to you it offers strength within an aesthetic lie
as you clutch at your future with a hopeless voided design
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Dereliction
03:34
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One picture’s worth a thousand words
one book inspires a generation
language and words will set you free
debased they will enslave humanity
Debased.
Pop culture dereliction waste
Pop culture dereliction waste
a corporate simulation
a pointless revolution
Pop culture dereliction waste
If pop does eat itself one day
its pancreas will fail before the end
substance removal not abuse
the epitaph of enlightenment
A corporate simulation
a pointless revolution
an arbitrary self is
Pop culture dereliction waste
A corporate simulation
a pointless revolution
an arbitrary self is
the symptom and the cancer
dystopian romancer
so lost and still so hostile
shallow and mediocre
Pop culture dereliction waste
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L'abîme
02:11
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L'abîme
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Breathe
05:08
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The air is getting thicker
it’s harder to inhale
You can taste the horseflies
dancing on your neck
So keep your chin up sugar
it’s like your mother said
though it could’ve been a joke or just something that she read
and if you can’t remember
it’s probably ok
most things we believe in are made up anyway
Just breathe
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