'RACE WAR POLITICS'
Aine Ni Conaill says she knows whats wrong,
shes the prominant voice of imgration control platform
look between the lines and its clear
she trys to poison by fear
with propaganda, tryying to control the public mind.
Race War politics
Race War politics
Race War politics
fuck off
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'CONFIDENCE IN A BOTTLE'
Wound up on a monday morning,
fighting a case of the rats,
vomit up the new day dawning,
too sick to be sick.
bottled despair
bottled despair
your nightmare
bottled despair
your face is not worth the picture,
its because of your way of life
raining lights float across the city,
raining lights of your drowning pity
bottled despair
bottled despair
your nightmare
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'PHONE CALLS,E-MAILS & FAXES'
Another day another problem,
on your kness your life is in pieces,
demoralised, don't console me,
you can't see the picture,
no matter what you do in the future,
you'll be using a computer
And for what
Phone calls e-mails and faxes,
when things are a blur,
just not very clear,
this is not a pretty picture.
And for what
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'BALD AGGRESSION'
Dead end street and the world keeps turning.
it's not working as we blindly follow,
but not until tomorrow we'll buy into it all.
bald aggression, blind destruction.
but we're not so alert
but we've no intentions of going your way
you think you know it all.
Dead end street and the world keeps turning.
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'SAINTS & SCHOLARS' (co-written with Dave from Brawl)
Hate and fear of the thoughts inside your head,
is something you never want to know.
Don't you know somethings are better left unsaid,
or do you need a reason to use your head.
Hate and fear or have you just lost the plot.
perfect face and a perfect smile,
but emtionally scarred.
hate, fear,
hate, fear,
hate and fear.
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'NO BARK, NO BITE (FUCK EMO)'
your eyes are open but you can't see,
as you try to fit in a frame,
money is your emotion.
no bark, no bite.
just another fuckin music trend.
money making rigormortis,
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