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Miles Between Us
02:14
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You spoke of reducing the distance
between us and the poor
Liberation to captives
and so much more
Whatever it takes
We felt this deeply
But you put miles between us
With lived privilege left unchecked
Seems it came with a price
A blurred sense of boundaries
and coerced relations
A thirst for injustice quenched
You've been trashed by the system
verses the other way around
Weapons against the punks
against the poor
To dull our senses
The hole in your critique is where
your drink pours through
No longer a threat to those who enslave you
just to the ones that love you
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I haven't heard a peep from you in some time now
I know your love is not easily angered
But when it becomes so,
please follow fucking through
Run it down
Strike hard strike fast
Claw it to pieces
Even if I'm caught in the middle
I won't take it personally
I'll try to be prepared though
Just kill these fucking lights
We need to see the stars again
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3. |
Parting Gifts
00:58
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I won't let this wash over me
True feelings false problems
Thought you could end this
Suspended at the surface
where there's always work to do
and worth to feel
But I don't feel what you feel
Your careers will provide
the rest that you need
While sleeping with one eye open
is the best rest we'll ever have
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4. |
Dude Machine
01:16
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You traded your letterman jacket
for a crust vest with a circle A
But nothing's changed
You're still an asshole dude machine
This shit's not MMA it's punk & hxc
I look out for you
You look out for me
Your right to swing your fist
ends where my nose begins
Don't confuse autonomy
with gross male privilege
A proclaimed "safe space
for violence"
A true projection of your insecurities
But here you gain respect from vulnerability
Here we share in our struggles
This is a safe place
to feel fucking safe!
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5. |
Lamentation 1
01:21
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I woke to the shaking
thought the worst and found
everything you were laid waste on the ground
Thought you could hold out
Thought there might be a chance
Made us feel a thousand miles
It was what we needed
It's what you gave to us
A way of sobriety in a world fucked up
Truly a light in our world of darkness
Sign posts I have not forgotten
Now the kids must push further to realize
Hope to god they can survive this
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6. |
A Blinding Red
02:04
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Now the bosses are hanging from the rafters
Strength found in worker cohesion
Now the struggles over
The floor is yours
Still progress marches on
But there's those whose terms can't be bought or sold
Who value not production but an intact forest
Beyond the smog where lives live free forever
It's economy or ecology
Power over or no power at all
The peak of your liberation
is the exploitation of every living thing
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7. |
Hone
01:03
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Our teeth were sharp, now filed down
We dug deep, but declawed now
Our wrists were limp, fists loose
The punch we packed hurt us not you
We've since been on our backs
but actively waiting
This time the reign of the domesticators
will come to an end
We'll join with the wild forces
and fight back with our feral edge
Our claws will grow back
We'll regain our bite
Again you will meet our fist
This time they'll be clenched tight
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8. |
World of Wounds
00:53
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Art all over the yard
Your cigarette burns my face
As you stumble away
Her knee kicked into mush
as I hid upstairs
Hoping not to be next
Praying not to be next
Crawl for help
Your hands wrapped around my throat
like a snake constricting more and more
with every move I make
Before you take your last breath
Hear you're born into a
world of wounds that isolate
But world of wounds won't have the last say
Those who inflict a world of wounds
will meet resistance here today
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9. |
Beset
01:29
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Don't let go
Though the ground moves beneath you
and shade disappears
I'm barely hanging on myself
But don't let go
Connect with that which bears light
That which continues to fight
Take your stand
bear your teeth
And see it through
Prove that life still moves you
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10. |
Cold Rite
01:35
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We've been bloodlet
All senses processed for us
Ripped from all that is primary
But our lives were once free
Psychology of dependence mastered
We cling to the safety of being possessed
Fears rooted in false narratives
deeply ingrained
Walls of abstractions and convolutions
Built to keep us in
as much as to keep them out
For fear that direct contact
of mind, body, and wildness
might prove a real threat
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