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The Bar
02:17
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The Bar
The bar sunk out of sight. Washed away with the tide. Never to be seen again. Lowest of the low, as deep as we can go, to the bottom of the can. Now we no longer feel the need to walk around on our two feet. See the world through learning eyes. Just give us what we want, we won’t ask why or look beyond. We feed on lies. Our culture gets attacked, it gets raped in the ass by American tv. Not by god or fate, not by religious hate, but by scripted reality. All quality is gone, it decided to run, now crap is all we see. My eyes start to bleed as I watch another scene, please kill me.
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Spectators
02:35
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Spectators
Diplomatic measures looking for a soft spot in the wall, ready to crawl back avoiding the fall. Keeping scores on shaken hands, pipelines and bombs, while we sit still and wait, counting broken bonds. What to do when your depending on, the ones that you try to stop. We’re addicted you know it’s wrong. Maybe it’s time to give it up. Watch another deal go down while we sit back and wonder why. We claim to take action but we don’t even try. With our backs against the wall, but then again what’s new? It’s clear to see that we’re getting used to this. Like the union to the Russian gas, we are hooked to the ones above. Pulling strings firmly attached. Make sure we get just enough. A little more than just enough. They are the Russians, they are the dictators. We’re not the victims, we are the spectators.
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Borders Crossed
03:15
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Borders Crossed
Another border crossed. A country torn apart. Missiles, bombs and broken hearts. Seperated families. Suit-and-ties decide on other people’s lives, do we have to interfere or do we close our eyes? Close them for the ones, the ones who suffer most. Forced by violence, driven from their homes. Imagine what it’s like you lead a simple live. Poor but healthy, getting by with your family by your side. When some else decides it’s time to start a fight, and you have never hurt no one but you’d better run and hide. We’ve seen this war before, we’ve seen these desperate refugees. Misery repeats. These kids never formed a threat to the things you’re trying to defend. Don’t think they will ever understand. Don’t think we will ever understand.
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