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White Knuckles
04:49
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Caught, again and again
Artificial respiration
Farce, sin after sin
Theft from many, profit for a few
Greed, venality
Rewards stupidity
Stocks, ebb and flow
A tiny part of the spectra
Subprime mortgage, motherfuckers
Haze, linguistic games
Advantage for the ones in charge
Crisis, quid pro quo
Good ol’ nepotism
Fucked, continual rape
Trickle-down theory
White, white knuckles
I clench my fucking fist again
Chainmail scandal, free trade my ass
Recession, depression, motherfuckers
Bail out the dead!
White, white knuckles
I clench my fucking fist again
White, white knuckles
I despise the ruling class
People indebted, motherfuckers
Bail out the dead!
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Vatican Strap
04:41
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Find yourself superior
Claim the heritage of noble blood
Elevated in the hierarchy
That’s what you said, at least what you believed
Have the urge to humiliate
Subordinated on a leash
Sell your soul for a membership
Clad with the bible, a fucking whitewash
Amen!
In this ghastly masquerade
All disguised, even to the eyes
Face of the tyrants
The blood is dripping, dripping from their mouths
Circulating vultures
Awaits the moment, the moment for a feast
Find yourself superior
Taking advantage for a greater good
Amen!
I will never be a king
But never ever a loser
Come give daddy a kiss
I strap on my boots and dominate
Amen!
I will never be a king
But never ever a loser
Come give daddy a kiss
I strap on my boots and dominate
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Deported
04:10
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Welcome to our modern world
Where opportunities lie ahead
Say goodbye to autarchy
Your profile, the perfect match
Give a little, take a little to make ends meet
Spare parts for the wealthy
Body tax the minions
We demand your mutilation
For an offer you can’t refuse
Fulfill your obligations
Sodomized for a higher cause
Give a little, take a little to make ends meet
Spare parts for the wealthy
Body tax the minions
The sun will set, kiss your dreams goodbye
Class society, rotten trade
The sun will set, kiss your dreams goodbye
Predators will hunt you down
Give a little, take a little to make ends meet
Spare parts for the wealthy
Body tax the minions
The sun will set, kiss your dreams goodbye
Class society, rotten trade
The sun will set, kiss your dreams goodbye
Predators will hunt you down
Is this the wealth of nations?
Is this supply based on interest?
The sun will set, kiss your dreams goodbye
Class society, rotten trade
The sun will set, kiss your dreams goodbye
Predators will hunt you down
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4. |
I Owe My Soul
05:27
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Sound the alarm
hail the daily grind
everyone is fucked
day in day out
can’t escape the real
try to find a shelter
and escape this buzz
all these threads
it’s a fucking web
all these threads
pick one, it’ll make your life
pull a thread
sign up and forever stuck
pull a thread
sign up and forever fucked
i owe my soul
anywhere i turn
i see Nike girls
anywhere i turn
oligopoly
please, please break this circle
this circle of lies
buy yourself a lifestyle
and be set for life
all these threads
it’s a fucking web
all these threads
pick one, it’ll make your life
pull a thread
sign up and forever stuck
pull a thread
sign up and forever fucked
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5. |
Modern Hex
03:44
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He checked my body
Not shaped to fit his standards
Fed up with ideals
Size zero clothing
I breed their image, reproduce their norm
Corrupted minds, no individual opinion
Break these chains
They nearly suffocate us
Spread like germs
Forced into our homes
Spare us your fucking life deportation
Pollute! Pollute! Pollute!
He checked my shirt, it wasn’t worn out properly
I said ‘it’s new so…’ and he drowned the sound of my voice
I can’t stand high priest punk fashion dogmas
I despise sectarian movements of any kind
Break these chains
They nearly suffocate us
Spread like germs
Forced into our homes
Spare us your fucking life deportation
Pollute! Pollute! Pollute!
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6. |
Black Friday
04:01
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Another day
Pain, prostration
Escape to endure
Automation
Televised happiness, nothing worth watching
No resurrection
Join the insurrection
Can you see the scars on teenage limbs?
Televised happiness, nothing worth watching
No resurrection
Join the insurrection
Pills, pills, pills, pills…
Western lifestyle, oh my
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7. |
After Dark
03:57
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It is a fact
Can’t hold it back
Clandestine authorities created this beast
Wrapped in obscurity await the attack
Laisser faire, everyone’s for sale
A free economy, what about us?
Hostility towards you fanned by discontent
Which in turn was designed
By your treatment of our kind
Ephemeral plans, Friedman patterns
Still in fashion
Hide behind constructed lies
Your ideas fit your design
After dark we cut you off
You can’t deny the gap
Redistribute the supply
After dark we cut you off
Petrified masses consume whatever for protection
A faceless threat might strike the domestic hearth
Holistic design, cut with calm precision
Satisfy greed, secure property
Yes I know
We’re responsible for it all
With smoke and mirrors
We were charmed
We gave them mandate, we gave them power
To make decisions
Hide behind constructed lies
Your ideas fit your design
After dark we cut you off
You can’t deny the gap
Redistribute the supply
After dark we cut you off
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People vs. People
04:07
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Damned, it’s a conspiracy
All against all
Everyday struggle, with elbows and knuckles
Only for the man
Games, with human lives
Backstabber’s ball
No solidarity, the holy trinity of me myself and I
A raise on the paycheck
It’s a fucking bait to betray coworkers
Wake up!
Get off the trail
Without people you’re nothing
Damned, it’s a conspiracy
All against all
Everyday struggle, with elbows and knuckles
Only for the man
A raise on the paycheck
It’s a fucking bait to betray coworkers
Wake up!
Get off the trail
Without people you’re nothing
We need 12
12 steps
I see the same faces everywhere
So full of emptiness
Aware of their bad behaviour
Defends the CEO
Why?
The boss will never be your friend
Watch your back, watch your back before you get stabbed!
Alienated, bruised and abused
Welcome to your fucking life!
Wake up!
Get off the trail
Without people you’re nothing
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Male Damage
02:51
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Boys
Here to conquer, rubbing glands
If I’m not into it, am I not a man?
Boys, warriors
Boys, here to protect
Boys, never change
Boys will be boys
Boys, predators
Boys, competitors
Boys, insecure
Boys, allowed to idiotize
XOXO with a boy
Gut the guts to embrace a guy?
Boys
Here to conquer, rubbing glands
If I’m not into it, am I not a man?
Boys, locate your position
Boys go break the pattern
Boys, step out of it
Go against the grain
XOXO with a boy
Gut the guts to embrace a guy?
Boys
Show your emotions
Burst out crying
Go against the grain
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We Live In Trenches Sweden
WE LIVE IN TRENCHES carry the same gonzo-DNA like PISSED JEANS or Flipper. They call it ”idiot
rock”.
On their debut, ”Modern Hex”, as well as with their sophomore album ”Life Crisis”, they had their hands deep into the cookie jar looking for noisy crumbles. Now, years later, with the 4-track flogged horse ’DEAD CLASS’ they’re still stuck.
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