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| 4:11 | 
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The desert is growing The wars are threatening Where's the place in your face? Where's the place on your plate? Consumorphic morality Privatize, desensitize Hey big fish in the lake Hey all the small ones now "explain" Hey big fish in the lake Hey all the small ones now "explain" Hey big fish in the lake What good is all this knowledge we've acquired In the face of deep realism After this affront isn't what we choose Regression into Spartan rule What good is all this knowledge we've acquired In the face of deep realism After this affront isn't what we choose Regression into Spartan rule We can learn to respect each other And nature govern "all it widest can" We can learn to respect each other And nature govern "all it widest can" Where's the place in your face? Such a dim conformity Where's the place on your plate? Consumorphic morality The desert is growing The wars are threatening Hey big fish in the lake |
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| 4:16 |
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Express reality was... Those who may cast it...forward It's not different language It's full of riches To reveal what's real and concrete His connection His true life, the spirit Beware the... These are real to create Reality has been diverted Unscrupulously manipulated Unbridled exercise of power The fascists urge to control all On what we bring to our intimacy Our bodies turn to commodities Hypocrisy of our time So in love with freedom Who really was to... Your "sigh object" to be made an object No sight for your deflection of power Hypocrisy of our time So in love with freedom Who really was to... We treat our bodies like machines, Fascism winning We treat our bodies like machines, Fascism winning |
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| 5:12 |
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"Lover, lover" of the aquatic slime "Lover, lover", love, love the plastic mile Who wants to be into fact Come and play into the hatch How much wind? No idea How long have "we sung the hymn"? Holding tight, the laughter "Criminal" inner fever Hold on tight... Some... to sleepiness Who wants to be into fact "Commitment", kick through the hatch How much wind? No idea How long have we "sung the hymn" Holding tight, the laughter "Criminal" inner fever Hold on tight... Some...to sleepiness And when I woke up At the dawn Had to close my eyes In my window Holding tight, the laughter "Criminal" inner fever Hold on tight... Some end up to sleepiness And when I woke up At the dawn Had to close my eyes In my window Living passive and in my own trap |
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| 5. |
| 4:23 |
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| 6. |
| 3:36 |
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Decisions.... Of a "quiet" Consciousness it is aiming To a new state ....we've resigned Visionary Through "rejoin" the promised land Contemporary ... Instant... .... Of self-interest Reveries are... All-embracing Rolling along from the... This is a plan to live for .... This is a plan to act for Floating away... Each morning eat for breakfast |
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| 3:19 |
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When I'm alone at night In the forest at night I'm not scared of bandits I cannot suppress it When I'm alone at night In the forest at night I'm not scared of bandits I cannot suppress it I'm afraid of the ghost When I'm alone at night In the forest at night I'm not scared on bandits When I'm alone at night In the forest at night I'm not scared of bandits I cannot suppress it And why am I irrational? There are things I cannot control When I'm alone at night In the forest at night I'm not scared of bandits I cannot suppress it I'm not oppressive I'm afraid the ghost (I'm afraid of the war) I'm afraid of the war (I'm afraid of the ghost) I'm afraid the ghost I'm afraid of them both |
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| 8. |
| 3:55 |
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We should never write ourselves off
See ourselves as the victims of... It is always our decision Tell me I am responsible Satisfying feeling Of connection... ?? ?? ?? ?? ?? ?? ?? ?? It is always our decision It's the feeling of connection Depends on our actions Can't see ourselves as the victims It's been a long time Since anyone come to me to call on my deeper senses Thank you so much You spoke to me in a way that revived my life essences It feels so cold Feels alive and rela... (?) I can connect with the world |
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| 9. |
| 5:28 |
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Riding after recognition Instant gratification Silky cradle of illusion Immediate satisfaction (pleasure...) I want to build a castle (pleasure...) It's too much of a hassle. Desperate polemic To feel more happy. It's a funny dictatorship The one by which one must have pleasure Pleasure, pleasure all of the time. In "love" before this angry life/life (pleasure...) Try to make it work in disguise (pleasure...) Doesn't exist, I realize His false and artificial means (pleasure...) Isn't my reality (pleasure...) Enforces a state of... Desperate polemic To feel more happy. Their hole" is... Our freedom is endless |
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| 10. |
| 3:28 |
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Made myself a sandwich
Put it in my hatchback A "psychoanalyst" "So we try" empty heart I'm so hungry for love .... .... |
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| 11. |
| 4:31 |
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| 12. |
| 4:56 |
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