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War
Torn
Death
Born
War, profits
For the man
Break it, take it
Blood, profits
Ignore the face of human race
Children die, more will cry, for the lie
Of fear and land and oil
Break it, take it
The arms they sell, for poor mans hell, while they cheer
Don't believe the fear
Take it, no more
One
Aim
Wealth
Game
War, profits
For the man
Break it, take it
Blood, profits
Ignore the face of human race
Children die, more will cry, for the lie
Of fear and land and oil
Break it, take it
The arms they sell, for poor mans hell, while they cheer
Don't believe the fear
Take it, no more
Send troops away
To their Pompeii (x2)
They go Pompeii
They gonna (x3)
They go Pompeii
They go Pompeii, they're gonna
They go Pompeii, they're gonna get burnt (x4)
Make all see just borders
Sign dead men's orders
Sit in their safety
Stocks soaring greatly
For killing Mothers
For killing Brothers
For seizing power
Destroying ours
Build homes, not tombs.
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Net worth
Your worth
Digits
Assured
Own vast
Land mass
And gain
By birth
Lay low
Fear the light in the sky
Draw your breath, they're coming
Every fucker for themselves
Fear the light in the sky
Draw your breath, they're coming
Your style shopper, home-cooked chef and chauffeured car can't save you now
(x2)
Net worth
Your worth
Digits
Assured
Own vast
Land mass
And gain
By birth
Lay low
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3. |
Robin Dicke
02:47
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No soul, just a goal
Seen so through the darkness of your eyes
My worth, hidden up my skirt
I need to validate existence through your lust and time
Oh you know they want it
That fucking bitch is high
Yes means no, I can see you want it
You're such a waste of time
(x2)
Hell
No
No soul, just a hole
Seen so by the play of your consent
Your prize, hidden tween my thighs
I need to validate existence through your lust and time
Oh you know they want it
That fucking bitch is high
Yes means no, I can see you want it
You're such a waste of time
Oh you know they want it
That fucking bitch is high
Oh you know I want it
They're cumming, and going (x3)
They're cumming
They're cumming, and going straight to hell (x4)
Don't have to owe myself, now do I? (x4)
Hell no
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4. |
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Hey! Consume the lies
Beat for the prize
How much a man are you?
Weak, are those that eat
Not of the grief
Keep the game nice and blue
Live for the show
Bask in the glow
Hunt you're a pro
Pets best in show
Keep real checks in line
Smiles feeling fine
Your life in the state it is
Law effects cease
Death toll increased
For the sake of your hate it is
Live for the show
Bask in the glow
Hunt you're a pro
Pets best in show
Gorge on the sport, drag out the aged way
Red stains tell all, of the predator you play
Life lain as vermin, crossed out for all your worth
A death lain down, for nothing but your mirth
The only wail, your bugle cry (x2)
You won't eat it now (x2)
The only wail, your bugle cry (x3)
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Sure hardworking?
Don't see none
All I see is bile
Cogs beneath you
Hold aloft
Your status and your wage
Crawl to the top (x2)
Service
Claw on your smile
Aching
Just to get by
Short fall abyss, secure your bliss, shoot, kill don't miss
Crush all but your own toes
Short fall abyss, secure your bliss, shoot, kill don't miss
(x2)
Self gratify, with another's fall
Building bridges high, keeping poverty
Walled
Walled
Walled
There's no ladders here
To the top
To the top
To the top
Hands outreached, mocked away
No inheriting, for the meek it seems
Keep it in the white western ancestral gene
Personality, filled materially
Existing without struggle
No inheriting, for the meek it seems
Keep it in the white western ancestral gene
Personality, filled materially
To exist without struggle
Is the only plea
How can this be?
Bathed in misery
Blinded to the
State of empathy
(x2)
Wake, work, eat, sleep, repeat
Wake, work, eat, sleep, repeat
Wake, work, eat, sleep, repeat
Wake, work, eat, sleep, repeat
Wake, work, eat, sleep
Die.
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Do
Your
Faces
Sleep
At
Night
Gobble down the sight and sound of your
Jackpot
Back slap
Attack
A conscience fine, with fighting fire with
Firefly
Flit eyes
Coke-soaked
Men
Ties tight
Starved mind
Lost again
Gobble down the sight and sound of your
Jackpot
Back slap
Attack
A conscience fine with lying down
For those in greed
Give them the
Means to be
A leg above the ones they lame
To close down the hard graft
No tax your own craft
Sail on our sinked rafts
Drown the world with self absorbing waves
(ANGRY MOUTH NOISES)
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Human Leather Brighton, UK
Ex- hate fuck rhythm section, started playing live in May 2016.
Some noise-rock, sludge-punk two-piece
thing.
Kinda based in Brighton, UK. But Tom lives in Kent and Amee is originally from Nottingham.
NOW STOP READING WITH YOUR EYES AND LISTEN WITH YOUR EARS.
Cheers bbz, luv u bbz.
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