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ChainZ
03:30
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Your leaders are deceivers they do nothing but deplete us
of our freedoms and I’ve see this time and time again before
All statesmen are just thieves parasitic human beings
monopolizing violence in the name of social peace
The treachery of cowards who crave complete control
have not the right now power to enslave the human soul
Immoral like no other Destructive by design,
Those who seek to govern are a plague on human kind
From towers of ivory on capital hill
They’re bleeding us dry while their cups overfill
Positions of power inherently flawed
will the blind lead the blind until we’re all lost
From towers of ivory on capital hill
We’re dying of thirst while their cups overfill
Their positions of power inherently flawed
let the blind lead the blind,
let the blind lead the blind
But at what fucking cost
All systems are restrictive of our natural existence I insist
It’s just an instance of the cycle we abhor
The scum you’ve been electing are not worthy of respecting
they’re the cause, they’re not the cure, they’re no solution I’m accepting
I refuse bend the knee, bow my head or just believe
in the apparatus of the state or its sanctity
Coercion is the function to bend to break to bind
Those who seek to govern are a plague on human kind
From towers of ivory on capital hill
They’re bleeding us dry while their cups overfill
Positions of power inherently flawed
will the blind lead the blind until we’re all lost
From towers of ivory on capital hill
We’re dying of thirst while their cups overfill
Their positions of power inherently flawed
let the blind lead the blind,
let the blind lead the blind
But at what fucking cost
Watched, inspected
Spied on, directed
Indoctrinated, controlled,
Enrolled and checked in
Subjected, suspected,
Counted and collected,
Registered
Stamped, taxed,
Punished and corrected
Repressed fined vilified
Harassed and hunted down
Abused clubbed disarmed and bound
Robbed of agency under pretext
Of public utility
This is their justice
This is their morality
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2. |
MENTICIDE
03:27
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I was born with a heart beating in my chest
The lungs from which I scream and this brain in my head
These have always been my own, no they were not gifts bestowed upon me by any government
I will fight for what is mine until the day I die. No I won’t be told by statist fools what to think, where to go
how to speak or what to do, cause I won’t fall in line with forced collectivization of body soul and mind
From existence came our rights but their system told us fight, among each other divide and conquer pit the young against old and left against right
But it’s not that black and white, just because they bait the hook doesn’t mean you have to bite
I won’t blindly submit
I won’t submit
To those who take but cannot give
No I won’t comply
I will defy
The menticidal assault this time
I will rise and resist
Rise and resist
All who seek to infringe
Upon my rights I will stand and fight
Against totalitarian control
The coddled minds of the masses have no hunger for the truth
They find comfort in the lies so easily seduced
The totality of power is an always present threat
even when unattained does not come without the risk
of attempted transformation to our basic human nature
through the use of paranoia fear and intimidation
With righteous indignation for attempted subjugation
I will fortify my mind against all who seek to rape it
I won’t blindly submit
I won’t submit
To those who take but cannot give
No I won’t comply
I will defy
The menticidal assault this time
I will rise and resist
Rise and resist
All who seek to infringe
Upon my rights I will stand and fight
Against totalitarian control
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3. |
DOUBLE DOWN
02:37
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They drew lines and chose their sides but I don’t care who wins cause everyone’s fucked.
It’s go along to get along, but I won’t get along cause I’m getting up.
The life I left behind has killed some much better men
Cause people just tend to die like all their heroes and friends.
So I said fuck it all- The house, the car, and the town.
And I know who not to call if I fall back down
No matter what the cost
I’m here to double down
In spite of all I’ve lost
I’ll stand my fucking ground
Nothing and no one
Could ever stop me now
No matter what the cost
You know I’ll double down
They sold compliance as rebellion and defiance fell abruptly apart
free thinking minds are ostracized when protest signs preach statist lies and they are
Punk is dead and it died because they conquer, divide,
and try to cancel anyone who brings a topic to light
So go ahead, pretty please, turn your back on me
If you choose who you trust based on the lies they choose to believe
No matter what the cost
I’m here to double down
In spite of all I’ve lost
I’ll stand my fucking ground
Nothing and no one
Could ever stop me now
No matter what the cost
You know I’ll double down
Our revolution fell apart. That drawing board was just for art.
Freedom fighters fought each other and freedom faded fast and hard.
We raised a fist against the wind. Can you believe it's still blowin?
The pressure rose, the storm has passed But this is not the end.
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ꓘULAK is a creative collective entity comprised of four individuals from no specific city, state, or scene, with the shared goal; making music as a means of expression during the cultural dark ages.
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