About Me
- dissident poetician
- i am the dissident poetician...i tear down fences with sardonic sardines and metaphysical cucumbers
Sunday, December 28, 2014
Gina the Hut
spare me from oblivion
a lifetime full of false promises
manifests into the homicidal tendencies
we do well to repress
give me a fucking gun
and I would take Gina out
such a gluttonous piece of shit
who deserves to rot among her money
her coal burning incessantly
producing toxic emissions
what price does she put on coal?
she doesn't care about future generations
somebody please give me a gun
violence solves everything
but satire is as futile
as an alcoholic trying to have
only a drink or two
my indignation is beyond
the limits of your imagination
please pass me the syringe or the bong
I'm sick and tired of being sick and tired
living in this world makes me sick
MONKEY ON THE BACK
I've got an addictive personality, self control is a fallacy
It seems I'm my own worst enemy, I think I'm about to go crazy
If I already wasn't from the start, maybe I'm just too smart
For this world, have too much of a heart, as I fire darts
Into the mainframe of the system, yes, I hate the authorities
I'm still searching for wisdom, still fighting against gravity
The rebel inside of me will not bow down, I won't accept defeat
The devil rules the earth, metaphorically speaking, there's no retreat
From the greed of the fat cats, who may as well wear a top hat
They control our lives, keep us running in circles like rats
There's a monkey on my back who keeps me doing that
He's on the prowl, ready to attack: an axe in the fucking back
There's a monkey on my back who's hiding in my flat
He's sitting on my lap, about to snap and we wouldn't want that
I've been walking down the winding path of self-destruction
I'm headed for a twisted destination, I can't find any satisfaction
If only I wasn't plagued by inaction, a refusal to change my sorry ways
I'm can't seem to find any traction, sick of wasting away the days
Tomorrow is a new beginning, I must keep on reminding myself of this
I must not follow the monkey into temptation, it's only a false bliss
Fuck the system and fuck these self-indulgent vices, time to break free
There is wisdom in a life of excess, it builds resilience inside of me
I must stop living out a fantasy, stop believing there are no consequences
Time to knock down walls with a bulldozer, to tear down some fences
There's a monkey on my back who keeps me doing that
He's on the prowl, ready to attack: an axe in the fucking back
There's a monkey on my back who's hiding in my flat
He's sitting on my lap, about to snap and we wouldn't want that
There is still hope for me yet, if only I could escape the monkey's grip
I'm beholden like a pet to its master, feels like I've been caught in a rip
I may as well go back to prison, there is no escaping from this nightmare
This is the darkest of seasons, sometimes it feels like I'm going nowhere
But there is always a silver lining after the rain, I must keep the faith
Life is full of pain and sorrow, but there's always tomorrow, I won't sit by and wait
Time to be proactive, escape from sleepy hollow, remove the gaffa tape
Go to the library, there are books to borrowed and a debt to be paid
Nobody escapes this world unscathed, it's a sick sad world full of violence
No wonder I'm so jaded and do the things I do, I refuse to remain silent
There's a monkey on my back who keeps me doing that
He's on the prowl, ready to attack: an axe in the fucking back
There's a monkey on my back who's hiding in my flat
He's sitting on my lap, about to snap and we wouldn't want that
It seems I'm my own worst enemy, I think I'm about to go crazy
If I already wasn't from the start, maybe I'm just too smart
For this world, have too much of a heart, as I fire darts
Into the mainframe of the system, yes, I hate the authorities
I'm still searching for wisdom, still fighting against gravity
The rebel inside of me will not bow down, I won't accept defeat
The devil rules the earth, metaphorically speaking, there's no retreat
From the greed of the fat cats, who may as well wear a top hat
They control our lives, keep us running in circles like rats
There's a monkey on my back who keeps me doing that
He's on the prowl, ready to attack: an axe in the fucking back
There's a monkey on my back who's hiding in my flat
He's sitting on my lap, about to snap and we wouldn't want that
I've been walking down the winding path of self-destruction
I'm headed for a twisted destination, I can't find any satisfaction
If only I wasn't plagued by inaction, a refusal to change my sorry ways
I'm can't seem to find any traction, sick of wasting away the days
Tomorrow is a new beginning, I must keep on reminding myself of this
I must not follow the monkey into temptation, it's only a false bliss
Fuck the system and fuck these self-indulgent vices, time to break free
There is wisdom in a life of excess, it builds resilience inside of me
I must stop living out a fantasy, stop believing there are no consequences
Time to knock down walls with a bulldozer, to tear down some fences
There's a monkey on my back who keeps me doing that
He's on the prowl, ready to attack: an axe in the fucking back
There's a monkey on my back who's hiding in my flat
He's sitting on my lap, about to snap and we wouldn't want that
There is still hope for me yet, if only I could escape the monkey's grip
I'm beholden like a pet to its master, feels like I've been caught in a rip
I may as well go back to prison, there is no escaping from this nightmare
This is the darkest of seasons, sometimes it feels like I'm going nowhere
But there is always a silver lining after the rain, I must keep the faith
Life is full of pain and sorrow, but there's always tomorrow, I won't sit by and wait
Time to be proactive, escape from sleepy hollow, remove the gaffa tape
Go to the library, there are books to borrowed and a debt to be paid
Nobody escapes this world unscathed, it's a sick sad world full of violence
No wonder I'm so jaded and do the things I do, I refuse to remain silent
There's a monkey on my back who keeps me doing that
He's on the prowl, ready to attack: an axe in the fucking back
There's a monkey on my back who's hiding in my flat
He's sitting on my lap, about to snap and we wouldn't want that
NORMAL PEOPLE
What do normal people do? I wish to hell that I knew
All the chemicals I ingest to excess, I need to give it a rest
The new year is the test, I will try my very best
To resist and desist, all the reality I've missed
Conviction comes from within, but I don't know where to begin
I been playing a game of roulette that nobody can win
Each day is the same, I've got a trunk full of shame
The road is headed for a desolate destination
If I persist in walking in this dangerous direction
It's a simple matter of mathematics and deduction
They say nice guys finish last, it's been the story of my past
It's little wonder I've head down this path of self destruction
Another blast from the past, I can't find any satisfaction
These sensations never last, it's a matter empirical reduction
Where do normal people go, I've got nothing to show
For all of my efforts, my life is like a desert - barren
I can't decide what to do with myself, too many books upon the shelf
So many lies fed to us by the fascist authorities
It's little wonder I try to escape, to preserve my sanity
I'd like to take some politician's out, that's my fantasy
You simply can't comprehend the indignation inside of me
I'll admit it, I'm an addict, give me anything and I'll take it
This self-abuse defies all logic, when I'm stoned I don't fake it
There's are dead bodies in my attic, when will I finally make it?
They say nice guys finish last, it's been the story of my past
It's little wonder I've head down this path of self destruction
Another blast from the past, I can't find any satisfaction
These sensations never last, it's a matter empirical reduction
Do normal people feel at all, or have they put up high walls
Too busy hanging out in shopping malls, they don't care about truth any more
The horrific violence on the screen is met with ambivalence and moral silence
All they care about is to be seen wearing the latest fashions, their reliance...
On superficiality is insufferable for me and makes me bitter and angry
Why can't they see that they are all characters in a silent movie
Called CCTV every time they go into the city, they will never be free
They are unaware of their real enemies, believe them to be you and me
Without the faculty of critical thinking, they succumb to the logic of competition
As they keep on consuming what they don't need and looking for new sensations
They say nice guys finish last, it's been the story of my past
It's little wonder I've head down this path of self destruction
Another blast from the past, I can't find any satisfaction
These sensations never last, it's a matter empirical reduction
Tuesday, December 23, 2014
FIRST WORLD PROBLEMS/SILVER PLATTER
Fuck the corrupt system, automatons at the train station, we're all victims of indoctrination
Taught to be nothing at all, made to feel lame and small, unaware of social relations
But we're not gonna take it anymore, time to put on our thinking hats, stop being bats
Yes, we're better than that, fearless warriors to be exact, and that's a fact
There's so much waste, relentless rat race, we drop bombs and dump so much food
We're all consumerist whores, thinking about their fucked up wars puts me in a foul mood
The level of my indignation is beyond the depths of your imagination
Many obstacles we're facin', people dying for no good reason, let's all commit treason
Because the nation doesn't give a fuck abut us, time to strip off the rust
We wake up to Koshy every morning, buy all the products they advertise, while children die
We need to open our eyes, see through their lies, start to ask ourselves why
Don't tell me about your first world problems, I've just about had it
The military-industrial complex, perpetual war for the sake of profit
You worry about your lack of status, making money is all that matters
Wait until you get stabbed in the back and all your dreams are shattered
Everything we know is up for sale, we're all prostitutes, can't you see?
Fuck the powers that be, that control you and me, it's time to break free
They don't need to ban books, nobody reads them anyway, they'd rather play
With their smart phones, watch rubbish on television, it's the modern way
Everything simplified and sanitised, must decide which four wheel drive to buy
We stand in the corner petrified, when we could be taking flight, the end is nigh
Our apathy and inaction keeps the contracts alive and moving, Halliburton reconstructing
New buildings upon rubble, the road paved in oil, the aftermath of mass bombing
History keeps repeating with Uncle Sam at the helm, crimes against humanity
War is good for the economy, there's blood in the well, the pinnacle of anarchy
Next time you feel like whinging, spare a thought for the innocents blown to smithereens
By the bombs of Obama and other war pig cretins, squeaky clean like Mr Sheen
Don't tell me about your first world problems, I've just about had it
The military-industrial complex, perpetual war for the sake of profit
You worry about your lack of status, making money is all that matters
Wait until you get stabbed in the back and all your dreams are shattered
Everything we know is up for sale, we're all prostitutes, can't you see?
Fuck the powers that be, that control you and me, it's time to break free
Existence can be challenging for you and for me and all the people in between
Resistance is not an option, it's a necessity if we want to be free, can't you see?
The people have had enough, pitch battles on the street, it's us versus the police
The way we treat each other defies belief, the cruelty, the seeds of greed
Nobody gives a fuck about the plight of the planet, lack of passion, action reaction
We're but slaves to the latest fashions, full of hatred and apathy, not compassion
Let's desecrate that which is scared, our too-fatted livers in a state of cirrhosis
Lost our minds, we stand in the cold half-naked like a meth junkie in the grips of psychosis
Dead inside, we've lost sight of the bigger picture, forget all about the planet's future
It's raining outside as we murder one another in the name of freedom, our species is a failure
Don't tell me about your first world problems, I've just about had it
The military-industrial complex, perpetual war for the sake of profit
You worry about your lack of status, making money is all that matters
Wait until you get stabbed in the back and all your dreams are shattered
Everything we know is up for sale, we're all prostitutes, can't you see?
Fuck the powers that be, that control you and me, it's time to break free
Taught to be nothing at all, made to feel lame and small, unaware of social relations
But we're not gonna take it anymore, time to put on our thinking hats, stop being bats
Yes, we're better than that, fearless warriors to be exact, and that's a fact
There's so much waste, relentless rat race, we drop bombs and dump so much food
We're all consumerist whores, thinking about their fucked up wars puts me in a foul mood
The level of my indignation is beyond the depths of your imagination
Many obstacles we're facin', people dying for no good reason, let's all commit treason
Because the nation doesn't give a fuck abut us, time to strip off the rust
We wake up to Koshy every morning, buy all the products they advertise, while children die
We need to open our eyes, see through their lies, start to ask ourselves why
Don't tell me about your first world problems, I've just about had it
The military-industrial complex, perpetual war for the sake of profit
You worry about your lack of status, making money is all that matters
Wait until you get stabbed in the back and all your dreams are shattered
Everything we know is up for sale, we're all prostitutes, can't you see?
Fuck the powers that be, that control you and me, it's time to break free
They don't need to ban books, nobody reads them anyway, they'd rather play
With their smart phones, watch rubbish on television, it's the modern way
Everything simplified and sanitised, must decide which four wheel drive to buy
We stand in the corner petrified, when we could be taking flight, the end is nigh
Our apathy and inaction keeps the contracts alive and moving, Halliburton reconstructing
New buildings upon rubble, the road paved in oil, the aftermath of mass bombing
History keeps repeating with Uncle Sam at the helm, crimes against humanity
War is good for the economy, there's blood in the well, the pinnacle of anarchy
Next time you feel like whinging, spare a thought for the innocents blown to smithereens
By the bombs of Obama and other war pig cretins, squeaky clean like Mr Sheen
Don't tell me about your first world problems, I've just about had it
The military-industrial complex, perpetual war for the sake of profit
You worry about your lack of status, making money is all that matters
Wait until you get stabbed in the back and all your dreams are shattered
Everything we know is up for sale, we're all prostitutes, can't you see?
Fuck the powers that be, that control you and me, it's time to break free
Existence can be challenging for you and for me and all the people in between
Resistance is not an option, it's a necessity if we want to be free, can't you see?
The people have had enough, pitch battles on the street, it's us versus the police
The way we treat each other defies belief, the cruelty, the seeds of greed
Nobody gives a fuck about the plight of the planet, lack of passion, action reaction
We're but slaves to the latest fashions, full of hatred and apathy, not compassion
Let's desecrate that which is scared, our too-fatted livers in a state of cirrhosis
Lost our minds, we stand in the cold half-naked like a meth junkie in the grips of psychosis
Dead inside, we've lost sight of the bigger picture, forget all about the planet's future
It's raining outside as we murder one another in the name of freedom, our species is a failure
Don't tell me about your first world problems, I've just about had it
The military-industrial complex, perpetual war for the sake of profit
You worry about your lack of status, making money is all that matters
Wait until you get stabbed in the back and all your dreams are shattered
Everything we know is up for sale, we're all prostitutes, can't you see?
Fuck the powers that be, that control you and me, it's time to break free
Tuesday, November 18, 2014
we're all cogs in an enormous machine, there's a lot of dust to clean
this goes out to people in the margins, and the people in between
the military industrial complex, war is good for the economy
a light behind the rainbow reflects, the complicity of you and me
I was born into a poor family, money means very little to me
it's just a means to and end, there's no need to pretend
they we are actually civilised beings, rampant greed is the enemy
this world is run by men with expensive pens, mountains of money to defend
we're all blind to the privilege, unaware of the disease, memes of greed
forget about need, this is what we want, we're all here to sow the seeds
Friday, November 14, 2014
SANDWICH BOARD FULL OF DEGRESS
I’m the king of the heap, I never sleep, I’m better than all consorts
I have ten degrees, a genius with depth of thought, never been caught...
Cheating with study aids, I get all the best grades, I’m an individual
Better than the educated average, I’m not like others, I’m special
They gave me the wrong marks, I should have got the full total
It was a binary error, not my fault, those academics are evil
They’ve got a vendetta against me, I’m an English gentleman like V
Despite my pleas, they wouldn't listen to me, why can't they see
How brilliant I beeth, don't make me seethe, wait a minute - I'm always calm
What individuals like about me is that I always leave a mark like strawberry lip balm
I'm afraid of a stampede of obese gals, raping me with brass dildos
I'm the epitome of sheer sex appeal, my name is Lex, and I get all the hos
I don't date fat chicks anymore, they hurt me the most, I'm such a bore
They don't know what I have in store, I'll key your car with this crab's claw
I'm not a hooligan, that's right, there's no need to fight, I'm a classy man
I'm going places, I've got refined social graces, I've got a master plan
I'm the right man for the job, they won't tell me "no", I'm a man on the go
Just gotta go with the flow, follow my brilliant mind, and I shall be CEO
I've been to uni for ever, that's why I'm so clever, I know all there is to know
I've done what it took, check out my e-book, it's quite the altruistic show
The sheer reality of human folly is really silly just like my hypocrisy
I'm a compassionate entity, an altruist of a non-pure variety
In moments of passionate fever, I get paranormal visions of Shiva
I'm a proponent of pseudo science, I don't believe in logic either
It proves the existence of a higher power, that's why I get sectioned
I'm a liberal Presbeterian, God will let me bring my narc diary to heaven
I record everthing for posterity, like the time I got my scooter smashed
I don't like to drink heavily, my main goal in life is to make lots of cash
So I can buy myself some blonde bisexual bitches with huge knockers
My CV is fifty pages long, that's why pontential employers think I'm bonkers
I can't get myself a root, so I play 'Gay Bar' on loop, I wanna talk to you
I used to be a go-go dancer, yes it's true, I'm ashamed to be a Jew
I'm here to settle a score, I refuse to dance professionally any more
I'd like to pick up some barbie whores, my e-book is rudimentary and raw
I like to use the word "nigger", my ego couldn't get much bigger
I'm a loser, I couldn't get any thicker, each year I get even sicker
I should really hide, I haven't gotten far even though I really tried
Yes, I'm so hard done by, I've been abandoned by the man beyond the sky
I have no shame at all, no internal filter, Shakespeare on my bookshelf
I really need help, but I never listen to others, always take the piss out of myself
I have ten degrees, a genius with depth of thought, never been caught...
Cheating with study aids, I get all the best grades, I’m an individual
Better than the educated average, I’m not like others, I’m special
They gave me the wrong marks, I should have got the full total
It was a binary error, not my fault, those academics are evil
They’ve got a vendetta against me, I’m an English gentleman like V
Despite my pleas, they wouldn't listen to me, why can't they see
How brilliant I beeth, don't make me seethe, wait a minute - I'm always calm
What individuals like about me is that I always leave a mark like strawberry lip balm
I'm afraid of a stampede of obese gals, raping me with brass dildos
I'm the epitome of sheer sex appeal, my name is Lex, and I get all the hos
I don't date fat chicks anymore, they hurt me the most, I'm such a bore
They don't know what I have in store, I'll key your car with this crab's claw
I'm not a hooligan, that's right, there's no need to fight, I'm a classy man
I'm going places, I've got refined social graces, I've got a master plan
I'm the right man for the job, they won't tell me "no", I'm a man on the go
Just gotta go with the flow, follow my brilliant mind, and I shall be CEO
I've been to uni for ever, that's why I'm so clever, I know all there is to know
I've done what it took, check out my e-book, it's quite the altruistic show
The sheer reality of human folly is really silly just like my hypocrisy
I'm a compassionate entity, an altruist of a non-pure variety
In moments of passionate fever, I get paranormal visions of Shiva
I'm a proponent of pseudo science, I don't believe in logic either
It proves the existence of a higher power, that's why I get sectioned
I'm a liberal Presbeterian, God will let me bring my narc diary to heaven
I record everthing for posterity, like the time I got my scooter smashed
I don't like to drink heavily, my main goal in life is to make lots of cash
So I can buy myself some blonde bisexual bitches with huge knockers
My CV is fifty pages long, that's why pontential employers think I'm bonkers
I can't get myself a root, so I play 'Gay Bar' on loop, I wanna talk to you
I used to be a go-go dancer, yes it's true, I'm ashamed to be a Jew
I'm here to settle a score, I refuse to dance professionally any more
I'd like to pick up some barbie whores, my e-book is rudimentary and raw
I like to use the word "nigger", my ego couldn't get much bigger
I'm a loser, I couldn't get any thicker, each year I get even sicker
I should really hide, I haven't gotten far even though I really tried
Yes, I'm so hard done by, I've been abandoned by the man beyond the sky
I have no shame at all, no internal filter, Shakespeare on my bookshelf
I really need help, but I never listen to others, always take the piss out of myself
Monday, October 27, 2014
MORNING IN GAZA
Despite Abbott's lies, Gaza is occupied, by the relentless Zionists
Who bring in bulldozers, houses pushed over, for 'harbouring terrorists'
The West only see the terror of desperate suicide bombers
As the Palestinians suffer and mourn for their murdered family members
Never a fair fight, advantage to one side, a case of rocks versus tanks
Each day, it's more of the same, children get maimed or killed, paid for by the yanks
Uncle Sam spends more in military aid to the war-mongering Zionist regime
Than the rest of the world combined, don't tell me that's not fucking crazy
World leaders sit by and twiddle thumbs as more Palestinians die
The public are too apathetic, brain washed and self-absorbed to question why
The constant humiliation, Palestinians treated like second class citizens
In their own land, there's no freedom, civilians supposedly killed by accident
Each and every day, children wake up to gunfire and explosions
Death - a common occurrence, there's no righteous cause, just moral erosion
Sad state of affairs, people who used to live side by side, now bitter enemies
Jews survived the the horror of the holocaust, only to carry on the legacy
The IDF armed by the US, kill with impunity, act just like the Nazis
The Palestinians fight back by blowing themselves into smithereens
There can be be no peace, while Israel keeps building settlements in the West Bank
They flaunt their disproportionate power, carry out another incursion with their tanks
Who bring in bulldozers, houses pushed over, for 'harbouring terrorists'
The West only see the terror of desperate suicide bombers
As the Palestinians suffer and mourn for their murdered family members
Never a fair fight, advantage to one side, a case of rocks versus tanks
Each day, it's more of the same, children get maimed or killed, paid for by the yanks
Uncle Sam spends more in military aid to the war-mongering Zionist regime
Than the rest of the world combined, don't tell me that's not fucking crazy
World leaders sit by and twiddle thumbs as more Palestinians die
The public are too apathetic, brain washed and self-absorbed to question why
The constant humiliation, Palestinians treated like second class citizens
In their own land, there's no freedom, civilians supposedly killed by accident
Each and every day, children wake up to gunfire and explosions
Death - a common occurrence, there's no righteous cause, just moral erosion
Sad state of affairs, people who used to live side by side, now bitter enemies
Jews survived the the horror of the holocaust, only to carry on the legacy
The IDF armed by the US, kill with impunity, act just like the Nazis
The Palestinians fight back by blowing themselves into smithereens
There can be be no peace, while Israel keeps building settlements in the West Bank
They flaunt their disproportionate power, carry out another incursion with their tanks
Wednesday, October 22, 2014
BONE TO PICK
I've got a bone to pick with society, living makes me sick
This world fills me up with anxiety, the doomsday clock ticks
All around me, I see plastic people, and corporate cretin evil
Advertising makes me feel feeble, excluded from the holy steeple
I was born tabula rasa, only to be filled with nonsense, bourgeois indoctrination
Forced to believe in the holy father, swim in circles like a goldfish, standard socialisation
We're all martyrs like Jesus Christ, wasted lives, sacrifice for the market
Stormy weather, the spectre of Katrina, Gina Rinehart makes a perfect target
No sympathy for prisoners, treated as the other, they're deviant just like gunja
We don't care about our sisters and brothers, too busy competing with one another
Got a bone to pick
This world makes me sick
When I was much younger, I thought I had all the answers, had learnt all my lessons
Now I'm not quite so sure, I yearn for something more, got a mind full of questions
So many reasons to get angry at the greed of the enemy, anger is an asset
The stupidity of the many, living on a drip feed, time to place my bets
On who will win the Darwin Award, we can't afford to throw away our lives
We only live once, the indignation of the sun, who wants to win a prize?
The saviour of the future is you and me, everyone writes their own history
The pleasure of more leisure time, it's plain to see that your job only brings you grief
So quit straight away, more time to play, the best things in life are free
But if you need the money, follow your dreams and sail the seven seas
Got a bone to pick
This world makes me sick
Nothing is as it seems, question what you believe, change your point of view
Learn to read the subtext, see beyond the sex, reject the lies sold to you
You're a creature of style, upwardly mobile, think you're going places
A vacuous yuppie, flaunt your wealth for all to see, lost among blank faces
I'm on a mission to make others listen, my acerbic words are my weapons
And I won't stop until I'm knackered, found a cure for cancer, I have good reasons
For the planet is dying, as politicians keep lying, in bed with the mining industry
They tell us climate change is a fallacy, just a lefty loony conspiracy
There's so many excuses to avoid doing the dishes, leave them for someone else
Much easier to switch off your mind, watch TV in your spare time, take a good look at yourself
Got a bone to pick
This world makes me sick
This world fills me up with anxiety, the doomsday clock ticks
All around me, I see plastic people, and corporate cretin evil
Advertising makes me feel feeble, excluded from the holy steeple
I was born tabula rasa, only to be filled with nonsense, bourgeois indoctrination
Forced to believe in the holy father, swim in circles like a goldfish, standard socialisation
We're all martyrs like Jesus Christ, wasted lives, sacrifice for the market
Stormy weather, the spectre of Katrina, Gina Rinehart makes a perfect target
No sympathy for prisoners, treated as the other, they're deviant just like gunja
We don't care about our sisters and brothers, too busy competing with one another
Got a bone to pick
This world makes me sick
When I was much younger, I thought I had all the answers, had learnt all my lessons
Now I'm not quite so sure, I yearn for something more, got a mind full of questions
So many reasons to get angry at the greed of the enemy, anger is an asset
The stupidity of the many, living on a drip feed, time to place my bets
On who will win the Darwin Award, we can't afford to throw away our lives
We only live once, the indignation of the sun, who wants to win a prize?
The saviour of the future is you and me, everyone writes their own history
The pleasure of more leisure time, it's plain to see that your job only brings you grief
So quit straight away, more time to play, the best things in life are free
But if you need the money, follow your dreams and sail the seven seas
Got a bone to pick
This world makes me sick
Nothing is as it seems, question what you believe, change your point of view
Learn to read the subtext, see beyond the sex, reject the lies sold to you
You're a creature of style, upwardly mobile, think you're going places
A vacuous yuppie, flaunt your wealth for all to see, lost among blank faces
I'm on a mission to make others listen, my acerbic words are my weapons
And I won't stop until I'm knackered, found a cure for cancer, I have good reasons
For the planet is dying, as politicians keep lying, in bed with the mining industry
They tell us climate change is a fallacy, just a lefty loony conspiracy
There's so many excuses to avoid doing the dishes, leave them for someone else
Much easier to switch off your mind, watch TV in your spare time, take a good look at yourself
Got a bone to pick
This world makes me sick
ONE WORLD, ONE PEOPLE
If we accept this ecocide we may as well all commit suicide, blow up the outside
World, for there won't be much left except for cyclones, floods and death, as mother nature cries
It's time for us to sacrifice, to pay the full price, to save the planet for future generations
We need to listen to the tides, learn to question why, it's time for quiet contemplation
The world is so fragile, we've only been here a while, but we've destroyed all and sundry
Time to stop fracking, to start hacking the mainframe, that shit makes me angry
The world is our oyster, ours to make better, better now than never
Time to be clever, observe the changing weather, let's all join together
Following the march of ants, to the rhythm of the peace drums, I've got a master plan
To make us the masses aware, the people over there, do whatever we can
Time to pry some eyes open before they start up their hunting season
Thought I was only joking when I called for us to commit treason?
No nations, no borders, turn off all television stations, and stop taking orders
From corporations, only out to rape us, the truth may just be the thing that saves us
If we let them rape this earth, we may as well buy a planet sized hearse, stop the search
For the remedy to the world's problems, give up hope, for nothing really works
That's just pessimism, an opaque prism, a tendency to jump to conclusions
But there's a better way, hope in every waking day, let's all search for solutions
GMO sold to those in need, Monsanto sowing seeds of greed, spreading cancer
Like it were ordinary, no need to worry, no siree, Uncle Sam's got all the answers
Bomb weak countries to smithereens, then pave the way for reconstruction, money to be made
Halliburton's got the contracts, a matter of fact that it's corruption, executives to be paid
Wake up before it's too late, it's not sealed in fate, there's an escape route for humanity
If we seek out the truth, we can put the knowledge to use, stick it to the evil companies
Time to pry some eyes open before they start up their hunting season
Thought I was only joking when I called for us to commit treason?
No nations, no borders, turn off all television stations, and stop taking orders
From corporations, only out to rape us, the truth may just be the thing that saves us
If we submit to the status quo, we may as well go shit on everything that we know
To be right, to be decent, we need to be more sublime that that, stop being so shallow
It's time to open our eyes, to unwrap the prize inside our minds, altered perception
We need to listen to rebellion's call, read the graffiti on the walls, see through deception
The agents of orange, the ugly face of revenge, the ghosts of Hiroshima
Depleted uranium, Babylon on fire, scorching winter, unpredictable weather
IMF keeping the poor on a chain, with nothing to gain, always behind the eight ball
Profit's the name of the game, as cluster bombs maim, I want to see Wall Street fall
Though lies are plenty, the glass is not empty, we can still have our fill, rise above
Unfurl our wings, question everything, turn on the light and take flight like a black dove
Time to pry some eyes open before they start up their hunting season
Thought I was only joking when I called for us to commit treason?
No nations, no borders, turn off all television stations, and stop taking orders
From corporations, only out to rape us, the truth may just be the thing that saves us
World, for there won't be much left except for cyclones, floods and death, as mother nature cries
It's time for us to sacrifice, to pay the full price, to save the planet for future generations
We need to listen to the tides, learn to question why, it's time for quiet contemplation
The world is so fragile, we've only been here a while, but we've destroyed all and sundry
Time to stop fracking, to start hacking the mainframe, that shit makes me angry
The world is our oyster, ours to make better, better now than never
Time to be clever, observe the changing weather, let's all join together
Following the march of ants, to the rhythm of the peace drums, I've got a master plan
To make us the masses aware, the people over there, do whatever we can
Time to pry some eyes open before they start up their hunting season
Thought I was only joking when I called for us to commit treason?
No nations, no borders, turn off all television stations, and stop taking orders
From corporations, only out to rape us, the truth may just be the thing that saves us
If we let them rape this earth, we may as well buy a planet sized hearse, stop the search
For the remedy to the world's problems, give up hope, for nothing really works
That's just pessimism, an opaque prism, a tendency to jump to conclusions
But there's a better way, hope in every waking day, let's all search for solutions
GMO sold to those in need, Monsanto sowing seeds of greed, spreading cancer
Like it were ordinary, no need to worry, no siree, Uncle Sam's got all the answers
Bomb weak countries to smithereens, then pave the way for reconstruction, money to be made
Halliburton's got the contracts, a matter of fact that it's corruption, executives to be paid
Wake up before it's too late, it's not sealed in fate, there's an escape route for humanity
If we seek out the truth, we can put the knowledge to use, stick it to the evil companies
Time to pry some eyes open before they start up their hunting season
Thought I was only joking when I called for us to commit treason?
No nations, no borders, turn off all television stations, and stop taking orders
From corporations, only out to rape us, the truth may just be the thing that saves us
If we submit to the status quo, we may as well go shit on everything that we know
To be right, to be decent, we need to be more sublime that that, stop being so shallow
It's time to open our eyes, to unwrap the prize inside our minds, altered perception
We need to listen to rebellion's call, read the graffiti on the walls, see through deception
The agents of orange, the ugly face of revenge, the ghosts of Hiroshima
Depleted uranium, Babylon on fire, scorching winter, unpredictable weather
IMF keeping the poor on a chain, with nothing to gain, always behind the eight ball
Profit's the name of the game, as cluster bombs maim, I want to see Wall Street fall
Though lies are plenty, the glass is not empty, we can still have our fill, rise above
Unfurl our wings, question everything, turn on the light and take flight like a black dove
Time to pry some eyes open before they start up their hunting season
Thought I was only joking when I called for us to commit treason?
No nations, no borders, turn off all television stations, and stop taking orders
From corporations, only out to rape us, the truth may just be the thing that saves us
Tuesday, October 21, 2014
CASH, MONEY
Everywhere I go, I get bombarded with visual pollution, Coca Cola in the solution
I take a sip of the mixture, provides me with pleasure and dutch courage, its seducing
Makes me obnoxious, the words I spit are toxic, I rocks it
But I've got nothing to say, nothing new anyway, it's the same shit that I spray, day after day
I've got my mind on repeat, ready to concede defeat, almost beat
I think I'm free, but I'm running on empty, following sheep, unable to see
Through all the bullshit that they throw at me, the lies bouncing off of every page
I'm just a slave, to the wage, the perfect worker, consumer of this day and age
Following trends all the way to the bitter end, competing with all of my friends
To see who has the largest house, biggest dick, most plastic girl in the play pen
Cash, money
Cash, money
Cash, money
Cash, money
I've got it made, got everything I need but I still want more
Because there's something missing, but what it is - I'm not quite sure
I'm not the smartest kid on the block, just a follower, a corporate whore
They've got me by the balls, the writing's on the walls, & it's rotten to the core
I'm oversensitive, but I'm attentive, watching who's getting the better of me
Gotta keep up with the Joneses, compete, keep on buying shit that I don't need
But it keeps me happy, makes me feel important, this life is so decadent
Self-indulgent yuppie, yes that's me, to be rich, is the pinnacle off excellence
I'm chasing the American dream, on the right team, dreaming of dollars all of the time, I'm a cash fiend
I love money and all the happiness it can buy, advertising consumes my mind, I'm free
Cash, money
Cash, money
Cash, money
Cash, money
I never read books, prefer to watch rubbish on television, it's my own decision
I keep on tuning in to commercial religion, lack of peripheral vision
I worship celebrities even though they make me feel ugly, invoke my insecurities
All the products on display make me aroused, give me a dose of retail therapy, stand out in the crowd
It's the solution to all my problems, gives me relief, must follow the latest fashions
I throw caution to the wind, maxing out my plastic cards, shopping is my passion
Without an overabundance of credit, I can't keep up with the competition
And even though I hate my job, it pays for my exorbitant lifestyle, that's some consolation
I don't care about all those hours I spin into nothing, don't believe in saving just in case
Of a rainy day, that's just not my way, I don't mind being caught in the rat race
Cash, money
Cash, money
Cash, money
Cash, money
I take a sip of the mixture, provides me with pleasure and dutch courage, its seducing
Makes me obnoxious, the words I spit are toxic, I rocks it
But I've got nothing to say, nothing new anyway, it's the same shit that I spray, day after day
I've got my mind on repeat, ready to concede defeat, almost beat
I think I'm free, but I'm running on empty, following sheep, unable to see
Through all the bullshit that they throw at me, the lies bouncing off of every page
I'm just a slave, to the wage, the perfect worker, consumer of this day and age
Following trends all the way to the bitter end, competing with all of my friends
To see who has the largest house, biggest dick, most plastic girl in the play pen
Cash, money
Cash, money
Cash, money
Cash, money
I've got it made, got everything I need but I still want more
Because there's something missing, but what it is - I'm not quite sure
I'm not the smartest kid on the block, just a follower, a corporate whore
They've got me by the balls, the writing's on the walls, & it's rotten to the core
I'm oversensitive, but I'm attentive, watching who's getting the better of me
Gotta keep up with the Joneses, compete, keep on buying shit that I don't need
But it keeps me happy, makes me feel important, this life is so decadent
Self-indulgent yuppie, yes that's me, to be rich, is the pinnacle off excellence
I'm chasing the American dream, on the right team, dreaming of dollars all of the time, I'm a cash fiend
I love money and all the happiness it can buy, advertising consumes my mind, I'm free
Cash, money
Cash, money
Cash, money
Cash, money
I never read books, prefer to watch rubbish on television, it's my own decision
I keep on tuning in to commercial religion, lack of peripheral vision
I worship celebrities even though they make me feel ugly, invoke my insecurities
All the products on display make me aroused, give me a dose of retail therapy, stand out in the crowd
It's the solution to all my problems, gives me relief, must follow the latest fashions
I throw caution to the wind, maxing out my plastic cards, shopping is my passion
Without an overabundance of credit, I can't keep up with the competition
And even though I hate my job, it pays for my exorbitant lifestyle, that's some consolation
I don't care about all those hours I spin into nothing, don't believe in saving just in case
Of a rainy day, that's just not my way, I don't mind being caught in the rat race
Cash, money
Cash, money
Cash, money
Cash, money
Friday, October 17, 2014
Everywhere I go, I get bombarded with visual pollution, Coca Cola in the solution
I take a sip of the mixture, it provides me with pleasure and dutch courage
Makes me obnoxious, the words I spit are glorious, but don't take me serious
Because I've got nothing to day, nothing new anyway, it's the same day after day
I've got my mind on repeat, almost ready to concede defeat, almost beat
I think I'm free but I'm running of empty, following sheep, unable to see
Through all the bullshit they throw at me, the lies bouncing off every page
I'm just a slave to the wage, the perfect worker and consumer of this day and age
Following trends all the way to the bitter end, competing with all my friends
To see who has the largest house, biggest dick, most plastic and the hottest hen
I've got it made, got everything I need but I still want more and more
Because there's something missing, but what it is - I'm not quite sure
I'm not the smartest cookie on the block, just a follower, a corporate whore
They've got me by the balls, the writing's on the walls, it's rotten to the core
Log on to Facebook, check my news feed to see who's getting the better of me
Gotta keep up with the Jones, compete, keep on buying shit that I don't need
But it keeps me happy, makes me feel important, this life is so decadent
Self-indulgent yuppie, yes that's me, to be wealthy is the pinnacle off excellence
I'm chasing the American dream, on the right team, dreaming of dollars all of the time
I love money and all the happiness it can buy, advertising consumes my mind
I never read books, prefer to watch the rubbish on television, it's my own decision
There's nothing really worth watching, but I keep of tuning in to commercial religion
I worship celebrities even though they make me feel ugly, invoke my insecurities
All the products on display make me aroused, give me a dose of retail therapy
It's the solution to all my problems, gives me relief, must follow the latest fashions
I throw caution to the wind, maxing out my plastic cards, shopping is my passion
Without an overabundance of credit, I can't keep up with the competition
And even though I hate my job, it pays for my new car, that's some consolation
I don't care about all those hours I spin into nothing, don't believe in saving just in case
Of a rainy day, that's just not my way, I don't mind being caught in the rat race
I take a sip of the mixture, it provides me with pleasure and dutch courage
Makes me obnoxious, the words I spit are glorious, but don't take me serious
Because I've got nothing to day, nothing new anyway, it's the same day after day
I've got my mind on repeat, almost ready to concede defeat, almost beat
I think I'm free but I'm running of empty, following sheep, unable to see
Through all the bullshit they throw at me, the lies bouncing off every page
I'm just a slave to the wage, the perfect worker and consumer of this day and age
Following trends all the way to the bitter end, competing with all my friends
To see who has the largest house, biggest dick, most plastic and the hottest hen
I've got it made, got everything I need but I still want more and more
Because there's something missing, but what it is - I'm not quite sure
I'm not the smartest cookie on the block, just a follower, a corporate whore
They've got me by the balls, the writing's on the walls, it's rotten to the core
Log on to Facebook, check my news feed to see who's getting the better of me
Gotta keep up with the Jones, compete, keep on buying shit that I don't need
But it keeps me happy, makes me feel important, this life is so decadent
Self-indulgent yuppie, yes that's me, to be wealthy is the pinnacle off excellence
I'm chasing the American dream, on the right team, dreaming of dollars all of the time
I love money and all the happiness it can buy, advertising consumes my mind
I never read books, prefer to watch the rubbish on television, it's my own decision
There's nothing really worth watching, but I keep of tuning in to commercial religion
I worship celebrities even though they make me feel ugly, invoke my insecurities
All the products on display make me aroused, give me a dose of retail therapy
It's the solution to all my problems, gives me relief, must follow the latest fashions
I throw caution to the wind, maxing out my plastic cards, shopping is my passion
Without an overabundance of credit, I can't keep up with the competition
And even though I hate my job, it pays for my new car, that's some consolation
I don't care about all those hours I spin into nothing, don't believe in saving just in case
Of a rainy day, that's just not my way, I don't mind being caught in the rat race
WAKE UP
these days, life is so fast paced, we're all caught in a rat race, just another face in the crowd
we're all consumed by self-doubt, fear and insecurity, consumption is what it's all about
everything is inside out, upside down, makes me wanna scream and shout
they want us all to conform, follow their mores and norms, like school boys in dorms
there's so many rules, to control stupid fools, who bow down, just someone else's tool
so many bogans in this racist land, gotta be a macho man, got their heads in the sand
meat pies for food, hoon around in utes, en route to Gina's mine's, living on borrowed time
pressure to buy widescreen televisions, it's a competition to see who has the most feeble mind
unaware of corporate crime, unable to see through bullshit, the purpose of this rhyme
to expose societal lies, enlighten the masses, give poltiical lessons, wake up the blind
time to wake up
open your eyes
all that matters in this world is money, when the blood splatters, we find it to be funny
we're all desensitised to violence, energised by murder, while the poor suffer in silence
and they further their corporate agenda, think they're so clever, have all the answers
Monsanto sowing the seeds of greed, as the needy starve and drink dirty water
climate change bringing about strange weather, heat wave in the middle of winter
coca cola fed to babies who die from influenza, rabies and other preventable diseases
our insatiable excesses, dirty lifestyle choices like junkie abscesses, hearing voices
like a schizophrenic, telling us to consume, we're so pathetic, taught lies in the class room
we want it all and we want it now, don't care about future generations, only new sensations
a cohort of yuppie wannabes, it's time to abort mission, wake up to class relations
time to wake up
open your eyes
we need to stop being so apolitical, it's time to use our minds, let's get critical and physical
get out on the streets, let's unite and put up a fight, don't accept defeat, bring real issues to the light
don't just be smart, learn to be wise, speak from the heart, learn to see through the lies
the time has come for a sea change, our dreams are not out of range, we just need to lift our game
so don't be tame, be brave like a soldier, are you willing to sacrifice in the name of revolution?
it's not the time to be nice, so show some attitude, take them by surprise, don't dwell in confusion
we need to let our voices be heard, fight for what we yearn, prepare the guillotine - the final solution
they want us all to spread memes of greed, forget about the cause, just work and consume
but we're gonna ignore their prescriptions, stop being bores and search for something more
we will not submit or take another hit of their soma shit, we're gonna stop being whores
time to wake up
open your eyes
we're all consumed by self-doubt, fear and insecurity, consumption is what it's all about
everything is inside out, upside down, makes me wanna scream and shout
they want us all to conform, follow their mores and norms, like school boys in dorms
there's so many rules, to control stupid fools, who bow down, just someone else's tool
so many bogans in this racist land, gotta be a macho man, got their heads in the sand
meat pies for food, hoon around in utes, en route to Gina's mine's, living on borrowed time
pressure to buy widescreen televisions, it's a competition to see who has the most feeble mind
unaware of corporate crime, unable to see through bullshit, the purpose of this rhyme
to expose societal lies, enlighten the masses, give poltiical lessons, wake up the blind
time to wake up
open your eyes
all that matters in this world is money, when the blood splatters, we find it to be funny
we're all desensitised to violence, energised by murder, while the poor suffer in silence
and they further their corporate agenda, think they're so clever, have all the answers
Monsanto sowing the seeds of greed, as the needy starve and drink dirty water
climate change bringing about strange weather, heat wave in the middle of winter
coca cola fed to babies who die from influenza, rabies and other preventable diseases
our insatiable excesses, dirty lifestyle choices like junkie abscesses, hearing voices
like a schizophrenic, telling us to consume, we're so pathetic, taught lies in the class room
we want it all and we want it now, don't care about future generations, only new sensations
a cohort of yuppie wannabes, it's time to abort mission, wake up to class relations
time to wake up
open your eyes
we need to stop being so apolitical, it's time to use our minds, let's get critical and physical
get out on the streets, let's unite and put up a fight, don't accept defeat, bring real issues to the light
don't just be smart, learn to be wise, speak from the heart, learn to see through the lies
the time has come for a sea change, our dreams are not out of range, we just need to lift our game
so don't be tame, be brave like a soldier, are you willing to sacrifice in the name of revolution?
it's not the time to be nice, so show some attitude, take them by surprise, don't dwell in confusion
we need to let our voices be heard, fight for what we yearn, prepare the guillotine - the final solution
they want us all to spread memes of greed, forget about the cause, just work and consume
but we're gonna ignore their prescriptions, stop being bores and search for something more
we will not submit or take another hit of their soma shit, we're gonna stop being whores
time to wake up
open your eyes
Thursday, October 16, 2014
CLASS WAR (edit)
I'm an iconoclast, political dissident on task, putting the C in class
I stick the knife in the bourgeoisie, I'm so crazy that they just can't handle me
I'm knocking down walls like a demolition artist, I'm quick, the smartest of the smartest
cool as ice, smooth as the Fonz, spent all day and all of last night righting wrongs
and I won't stop until I'm exhausted, consumed by the onslaught of renegade forces
it's getting darker hour by hour, the people cower, we need real solutions, we need to take back the power
you think you bring about peace through love but you can't change the world through you're flower power, love
we need to take them by surprise, catch them off guard, stick in the knife
they won't see us coming, we'll make them eat their words, their cake and their turds
they've been selling us short, we're all caught in a rat race, yes it's absurd
bring on the class war
I've had enough of your frat boy shit, so I'm taking hit after hit
of that mellow yellow stuff
I've had it up to the neck, I've hadhad way too much
you live off your daddy's cash, I'm going straight for your stash
and I'll be keying your old man's Benz, I've got a plan - but it's just another means to an end
your life is empty, you think you're something buy you're nothing, just another pussy
here I am, I'm living it up, planning a revolution, don't you push me
I can't be tamed, so clear the lane because I'm about to bring the a-game
I'm ready to dunk in your face like Shaquille O'Neal, thats how I feel
come near me with your wallet and I'll teach you how to steal
I'll smash your car windows, slash the tyres and steal your wheels, you corporate whore
bring on the class war
I'm militant like the SLA, bringing injustice to the light, fuck the CIA
I'll be robbing banks in the day, throwing Molotov cocktails at night, see me: I play
I'm wielding a semi-automatic, pointing it just like Patty Hearst
I've got a black book full of tactics, sticking syringes in arms and wielding scalpels, but I aint a nurse
I'm fucking crazy without a doubt, you're situation couldnt get any worse
I'm taking these fascists out, prepare a hearse
I'm the worst apple in the bag, the fucking black sheep, haven't you heard?
when I take all you're money, I'll show my hand, read 'em and weep
handing out your dollars to the people in need,
Robin Hood the only book I read, robbing's good, take from the rich thats what we need, wont stop sowing these seeds, climb upon my faithful steed
fuck corporations! fuck the nation! fuck god's creations! fucking out of patience!
bring on the class war
I stick the knife in the bourgeoisie, I'm so crazy that they just can't handle me
I'm knocking down walls like a demolition artist, I'm quick, the smartest of the smartest
cool as ice, smooth as the Fonz, spent all day and all of last night righting wrongs
and I won't stop until I'm exhausted, consumed by the onslaught of renegade forces
it's getting darker hour by hour, the people cower, we need real solutions, we need to take back the power
you think you bring about peace through love but you can't change the world through you're flower power, love
we need to take them by surprise, catch them off guard, stick in the knife
they won't see us coming, we'll make them eat their words, their cake and their turds
they've been selling us short, we're all caught in a rat race, yes it's absurd
bring on the class war
I've had enough of your frat boy shit, so I'm taking hit after hit
of that mellow yellow stuff
I've had it up to the neck, I've hadhad way too much
you live off your daddy's cash, I'm going straight for your stash
and I'll be keying your old man's Benz, I've got a plan - but it's just another means to an end
your life is empty, you think you're something buy you're nothing, just another pussy
here I am, I'm living it up, planning a revolution, don't you push me
I can't be tamed, so clear the lane because I'm about to bring the a-game
I'm ready to dunk in your face like Shaquille O'Neal, thats how I feel
come near me with your wallet and I'll teach you how to steal
I'll smash your car windows, slash the tyres and steal your wheels, you corporate whore
bring on the class war
I'm militant like the SLA, bringing injustice to the light, fuck the CIA
I'll be robbing banks in the day, throwing Molotov cocktails at night, see me: I play
I'm wielding a semi-automatic, pointing it just like Patty Hearst
I've got a black book full of tactics, sticking syringes in arms and wielding scalpels, but I aint a nurse
I'm fucking crazy without a doubt, you're situation couldnt get any worse
I'm taking these fascists out, prepare a hearse
I'm the worst apple in the bag, the fucking black sheep, haven't you heard?
when I take all you're money, I'll show my hand, read 'em and weep
handing out your dollars to the people in need,
Robin Hood the only book I read, robbing's good, take from the rich thats what we need, wont stop sowing these seeds, climb upon my faithful steed
fuck corporations! fuck the nation! fuck god's creations! fucking out of patience!
bring on the class war
PARANOID SCHIZOPHRENIA
the threshold of my patience
tolerance waning, anger waxing
follow the leader straight off the cliff
cleanse the earth of gluttonous excess
it's high time for depopulation
blood coursing through prominent veins
tainted with indignation and cream
the blind eye of a lonely syringe
the dull euphoria of a bunt slut
it's a two way relationship
exploitation begets exploitation
heavy metal killing machines
cancerous fumes mixing with oil
painting a picture of petulance
wet bristles made of absolutism
contradictions contradict the truth
analgesics caressing an irate sun
the dilated pupils of the moon
on the nod in noisy contemplation
the idleness of the hyperactive rock
a polystyrene box full of diet donuts
the heftiness of an anorexic oxymoron
kissing the sharp edge of nowhere
the plastic aura of polygamous pots
excessive bucket full of onomatopoeia
she throws caution to the wind
exposing truth to be a blister
reaction to bee stings and honey
the mediocrity of excellence
the random nature of butane refills
sniffing water and drinking methane
poetic nonsense with irrational reasons
calculating the sum of idiocy
word salad with normality on the side
non sequiturs that make perfect sense
the serious nature of regurgitation
on the edge of comic regression
excelling at nothing and everything
a lottery ticket null and void
the triviality of profundity
a conclusion the precedes the climax
nonsense making perfect sense
rigid form and tradition is overrated
Sunday, October 12, 2014
CLASS WAR
I stick the knife in the bourgeoisie, I'm so crazy that they can't handle me
I'm knocking down walls like a demolition artist, I'm quick, the smartest of the smartest
I'm cool as ice, smooth as the Fonz, spent all day righting wrongs
and I won't stop until I'm exhausted, consumed by renegade forces
it's getting darker hour by hour, we need to take back the power
you think you bring about peace through peace but you can't change the world through you're flower power
we need to take them by surprise, catch them off guard, stick in the knife
they won't see us coming, we'll make them eat their words and their turds
they've been selling us short, we're all caught in a rat race, yes it's absurd
bring on the class war
stop being a whore
I've had enough of your frat boy shit, I'd much rather take another hit
of that sweet sweet downtown stuff because Ive had it up to the neck, had too much
you live off your daddy's cash, but I'm going straight for your stash
and I'll be keying your daddy's Benz, it's just another means to an end
your life is empty, you are nothing, just another pussy
but here I am, I'm living it up, planning a revolution, don't you push me
I can't be tamed so clear the lane because I'm about to bring in my a-game
I'm ready to dunk in your face like Shaquille O'Neal
come near me with your wallet and I'll teach you how to steal
I'll smash your car windows, slash the tyres and steal your wheels
bring on the class war
stop being a whore
I'm militant like the SLA, bringing injustice to the light
I'll be robbing banks in the day, throwing Molotov cocktails at night
I'm wielding a semi-automatic, pointing it just like Patty Hearst
I've got a black book full of tactics, looking after the people like a nurse
I'm fucking crazy without a doubt, you're situation could not get worse
I'm just about to take you out, so you'd better prepare a hearse
I'm the worst apple in the bag, the fucking black sheep
when I take all you're money, you'd better not weep
and I'll be handing it out to people in need
and I won't stop robbing the rich, won't stop sowing the seeds
bring on the class war
stop being a whore
Tuesday, September 30, 2014
TIME TO GROW UP
everywhere around me millions of sheep
I'm think that I am special, something unique
but I've switched off my brain, gone back to sleep
I'm so full of anger and doubts, can't find any
peace of mind so I rack up another line of ice
get back on the treadmill, I'll tell you how it makes me feel
like I'm going nowhere and I'm going there fast
and all the good times I used to have they never last
because I'm living on borrowed time, can't make up my mind
they say one has to be cruel in order to be kind
yes I've got no originality, that's why I'm falling behind
the eight ball, missing the point of the story all of the time
I'm just an imitator of an imitation of a clone
another year has passed but I've hardly grown
my mind is like mud, dirty and thick
I'd better grow up and I'd better do it quick
for life isn't a cartoon, nor a gangster movie
I'm living in a concrete jungle, why can't I see
that everything is a test, lessons to be learned
more than just about money that I have earned
and I'm living my life as if I am dead inside
somebody turned out the lights, stripped me of all pride
because I'm falling behind trends and all the latest fashions
and my soul is so poor I need to learn how to ration
I may as well give up, lay down and die
if I'm going to be a poser, believe my own lies
mustn't be a fool, must be more sublime than that
stop acting like a gangster with a backwards cap
for I've never used a gun, popped a cap in anyone's arse
and I've never had to suffer but I think I'm hard
I'm just white, male, pretentious and middle class
and my daddy just bought me a new g-ride car
no, I'm not black, not from the ghetto, not even close
I'm just another fool walking down a deserted road
time to grow up, to stop pretending, to just be myself
pick up a book from the bookshelf not something else
time to grow up
I'm think that I am special, something unique
but I've switched off my brain, gone back to sleep
I'm so full of anger and doubts, can't find any
peace of mind so I rack up another line of ice
get back on the treadmill, I'll tell you how it makes me feel
like I'm going nowhere and I'm going there fast
and all the good times I used to have they never last
because I'm living on borrowed time, can't make up my mind
they say one has to be cruel in order to be kind
yes I've got no originality, that's why I'm falling behind
the eight ball, missing the point of the story all of the time
I'm just an imitator of an imitation of a clone
another year has passed but I've hardly grown
my mind is like mud, dirty and thick
I'd better grow up and I'd better do it quick
for life isn't a cartoon, nor a gangster movie
I'm living in a concrete jungle, why can't I see
that everything is a test, lessons to be learned
more than just about money that I have earned
and I'm living my life as if I am dead inside
somebody turned out the lights, stripped me of all pride
because I'm falling behind trends and all the latest fashions
and my soul is so poor I need to learn how to ration
I may as well give up, lay down and die
if I'm going to be a poser, believe my own lies
mustn't be a fool, must be more sublime than that
stop acting like a gangster with a backwards cap
for I've never used a gun, popped a cap in anyone's arse
and I've never had to suffer but I think I'm hard
I'm just white, male, pretentious and middle class
and my daddy just bought me a new g-ride car
no, I'm not black, not from the ghetto, not even close
I'm just another fool walking down a deserted road
time to grow up, to stop pretending, to just be myself
pick up a book from the bookshelf not something else
time to grow up
QUESTION EVERYTHING
I'm not here to be pleasant, no I'm here to offend ya
fuck the powers that be and their corporate agenda
they're out to control us like a puppet on a string
they want us to bow down, not question anything
we are the slaves, the peons serving the king
he makes money off our labor and gives us nothing
we blindly consume shit as they shift more capital
we think it's our lot in life but that's not fucking rational
we will not do their bidding like passive circus animals
let's bring down their impenetrable fortress, fire a cannon ball
rush the gates of heaven, bring God down to his knees
we need to fight the powers that be, don't stop until we are free
question everything
don't be a fool
don't give them nothing
nobody's tool
they've brainwashed millions of our sisters and brothers
don't you forget this simple fact, always remember
that they're out to deceive us, feed us propaganda
make us believe everything that's recorded by a video camera
unquestioningly absorb all the information coming from the television
all the glitzy glamour and bullshit playing on every station
they will do anything to pacify us, stamp out all dissent
if you are down with the enemy then it's time to confess and repent
are we going to let this state of affairs continue for evermore?
no! it's time to stand up and be counted, to be more than just a whore
so let's wrestle back control of our bodies, stop moping in sorrow like Eeyore
this isn't a movie, a game or a fantasy, it's fucking class war
question everything
don't be a fool
don't give them nothing
nobody's tool
fuck the powers that be and their corporate agenda
they're out to control us like a puppet on a string
they want us to bow down, not question anything
we are the slaves, the peons serving the king
he makes money off our labor and gives us nothing
we blindly consume shit as they shift more capital
we think it's our lot in life but that's not fucking rational
we will not do their bidding like passive circus animals
let's bring down their impenetrable fortress, fire a cannon ball
rush the gates of heaven, bring God down to his knees
we need to fight the powers that be, don't stop until we are free
question everything
don't be a fool
don't give them nothing
nobody's tool
they've brainwashed millions of our sisters and brothers
don't you forget this simple fact, always remember
that they're out to deceive us, feed us propaganda
make us believe everything that's recorded by a video camera
unquestioningly absorb all the information coming from the television
all the glitzy glamour and bullshit playing on every station
they will do anything to pacify us, stamp out all dissent
if you are down with the enemy then it's time to confess and repent
are we going to let this state of affairs continue for evermore?
no! it's time to stand up and be counted, to be more than just a whore
so let's wrestle back control of our bodies, stop moping in sorrow like Eeyore
this isn't a movie, a game or a fantasy, it's fucking class war
question everything
don't be a fool
don't give them nothing
nobody's tool
CAMERA WHORE
there's millions of users, turn on the computer
login to the account, I don't wanna fall behind, don't wanna miss out
so I check my newsfeed, the writing's on the wall
I scroll down the screen, searching for something, anything, something more
I check out my friend's posts, but they're all so distant like angry ghosts
there's nothing really worthy of my time, lame status updates and selfies
help me, how many duck faces they can pull, I'm just trying to be me
there's blood in the pool bitch,
the Facebook god's rule over our attention, what posts will take ascension in my news feed
I wonder if these girls have ducks feet to go with their faces, I wonder if they tastin cum
if you play your cards right, you'll be pulling all the aces
four of a kind, don't be dumb. don't be dumb
who are you posing for? you could be something more than just a camera whore,
who are you posing for? you could be something more than just a camera whore
these days be dark days indeed,
oh how it consumes our time, gets into our minds
we must keep updates on all those duckfaces
don't wanna miss out on a single pose,
just give me a double dose of the faces
but seriously girl, who are you foolin'- when ya do tha pullin? its tasteless
you wanna look beautiful but to be honest to god you look so pitiful
you take pictures from all angles, which side is your good side,
I don't know girl, you're like a rectangle
I bet it strokes your pride to be the centre of all your friends' eyes, ho
but your always in disguise, can't ever be yourself, always posin' for someone else
never yourself, millions of fans, many adorers
and you believe that your selfies will make you wealthy one day, plastic aura
but i wonder if maybe you've lost your way? why are you so vain? ya got a yeasty flora? bitch got a yeasty...
who are you posing for? you could be something more than just a camera whore,
who are you posing for? you could be something more than just a camera whore
can't you think of something else worth posting
maybe I expect too much from you camera whores, only good at posing
its quite clear, quite evident that you're shallow as shallow can be, the pits
please stop clogging up my newsfeed with those stupid selfies, and tits
and although you are good to look at, I admit, I'm looking for something more than that, you ain't it
your posts are seriously whack, no one care about that,
they take me back to the days of high school
all the girls be competing for male attention, who's cool, which of these guys is cool
all the guys be waiting to get in the hole: its holy ascension,
lining up to stick it in your pussy, that's school, girl you beyond redemption
you titillate all of the guys with photos of you posing like a ho,
are you simply here to show how good you are at blow jobs, are they just a dime?
show how good your arse looks in short skirts
Is that all you're worth? just a dime? commitin' harlet crimes
who are you posing for? you could be something more than just a camera whore
who are you posing for? you could be something more than just a camera whore,
your just a camera whore
your just a camera whore
CONTROL
listen to the static silence inside of their cruelty and violence
the dark recesses of their gluttonous excesses, timeless
the deep chasm of despair that manifest into back spasms
the hedonistic pleasures that are derived from Godhead's leisure-
time, a power dynamic, they create our crimes
their lives: so tragic, purveyors of capital and plastic wares
this dissident did not become belligerent by accident
it's heaven sent, buyer beware, curse all that energy you have spent
because you're gonna need help, your body is up for rent,
you're gonna need the last reserves of your violent tendencies
they're gunning for you: the cops, the army, your enemies
they're corrupt as all fuck, it's quite plain to see
and they don't give a flying fuck about you and me
not one iota
out to fuck us over
they take pleasure
in fucking us over
they want you to simply consume, don't want you to resume
taking flight, for you and you ilk to put up a fight
so many fucking spectacles, they've got such long tentacles
that reach out far and wide, as they disseminate more lies
they'll destroy your pride in one fell fucking swoop
if you think you are free then your have clearly been duped
they want you to accept everything as it is, not participate
in the political processes that affect your life, not anticipate
the war against your body, but mainly against your mind
so why's your back up against the wall? why are your wasting precious time?
sleeping with the enemy, who lied when they told you that you are free
they want to control everything, control the world, control you and me
make us passive
sell us shit and black magic
think we are meek
like some delirious meth freak
the dark recesses of their gluttonous excesses, timeless
the deep chasm of despair that manifest into back spasms
the hedonistic pleasures that are derived from Godhead's leisure-
time, a power dynamic, they create our crimes
their lives: so tragic, purveyors of capital and plastic wares
this dissident did not become belligerent by accident
it's heaven sent, buyer beware, curse all that energy you have spent
because you're gonna need help, your body is up for rent,
you're gonna need the last reserves of your violent tendencies
they're gunning for you: the cops, the army, your enemies
they're corrupt as all fuck, it's quite plain to see
and they don't give a flying fuck about you and me
not one iota
out to fuck us over
they take pleasure
in fucking us over
they want you to simply consume, don't want you to resume
taking flight, for you and you ilk to put up a fight
so many fucking spectacles, they've got such long tentacles
that reach out far and wide, as they disseminate more lies
they'll destroy your pride in one fell fucking swoop
if you think you are free then your have clearly been duped
they want you to accept everything as it is, not participate
in the political processes that affect your life, not anticipate
the war against your body, but mainly against your mind
so why's your back up against the wall? why are your wasting precious time?
sleeping with the enemy, who lied when they told you that you are free
they want to control everything, control the world, control you and me
make us passive
sell us shit and black magic
think we are meek
like some delirious meth freak
MATURITY?
another year
another line
age creeps up on us
before we know it
we're rolling down the hill
it was my birthday the other day
but the drugs didn't work
why didn't the drugs work?
so disappointing
fucking psych meds
destroy my fun
people seem stranger
than ever before
and nothing surprises
the alcohol hits harder
calves hurt more
can't stomp all night anymore
but with age
comes wisdom
and for some: maturity
I refuse to act my age
it's just a number after all
you don't know how much of a good thing you have
until it slips through your fingers
embrace your youth
embrace life
for you won't always be able to
stay up all night dancing
drink all night without falling asleep
youth is wasted on the young
another line
age creeps up on us
before we know it
we're rolling down the hill
it was my birthday the other day
but the drugs didn't work
why didn't the drugs work?
so disappointing
fucking psych meds
destroy my fun
people seem stranger
than ever before
and nothing surprises
the alcohol hits harder
calves hurt more
can't stomp all night anymore
but with age
comes wisdom
and for some: maturity
I refuse to act my age
it's just a number after all
you don't know how much of a good thing you have
until it slips through your fingers
embrace your youth
embrace life
for you won't always be able to
stay up all night dancing
drink all night without falling asleep
youth is wasted on the young
Thursday, August 28, 2014
INVOLUNTARY EUTHANASIA
shards of discontent
blood stains
on dirty walls
we would all like
to wash our hands
but truth be told
we are a collective of fools
an ultra-violent species
destroying all and sundry
bring on
involuntary euthanasia
it's the best thing
we could all do
for the sake
of the world
progress is now dead
that much
I would agree
with the postmodernists on
there is no hope
for our species
as a whole
and if you think there is
then you are as deluded
as a (wo)man
who believes
in the existence of god
I am not a pessimist
I consider myself to be
a realist
who has had a gutful
of humanity
we are all dog meat
on the bones of ashes
blood stains
on dirty walls
we would all like
to wash our hands
but truth be told
we are a collective of fools
an ultra-violent species
destroying all and sundry
bring on
involuntary euthanasia
it's the best thing
we could all do
for the sake
of the world
progress is now dead
that much
I would agree
with the postmodernists on
there is no hope
for our species
as a whole
and if you think there is
then you are as deluded
as a (wo)man
who believes
in the existence of god
I am not a pessimist
I consider myself to be
a realist
who has had a gutful
of humanity
we are all dog meat
on the bones of ashes
Tuesday, August 26, 2014
...WHAT WILL THEY DO?
dingbats and blind fools
the world's full of them
it's what our rulers want
an unquestioning populace
keeps capital alive and moving
as we sleepwalk through life
the path of least resistance
we bow down, submit
to nefarious agendas
as units keep shifting
and the gluttonous
keep hoarding specks of iron
when the oil runs dry
what will they do?
when the coal's burnt out
what will they do?
when the ice caps melt
what will we do?
voluntary euthanasia
could be the saving grace
for mother nature
the world's full of them
it's what our rulers want
an unquestioning populace
keeps capital alive and moving
as we sleepwalk through life
the path of least resistance
we bow down, submit
to nefarious agendas
as units keep shifting
and the gluttonous
keep hoarding specks of iron
when the oil runs dry
what will they do?
when the coal's burnt out
what will they do?
when the ice caps melt
what will we do?
voluntary euthanasia
could be the saving grace
for mother nature
Thursday, August 21, 2014
YEARNINGS FOR SIMPLICITY
hanging from a wire
upside down
hopes suspended
raindrops on petals
rolling beads
colours swirl
other worldly
simulation
and simulacra
postmodernism
permissible?
death of the author?
my homunculus
little man
inside my head
castigates me
waves his finger
expectations
to conform
one must conform
but I'd rather
run into that flock of pigeons
much rather
dance in the rain
much rather
jump in puddles
time moving backwards
the stuff of dreams
upside down
hopes suspended
raindrops on petals
rolling beads
colours swirl
other worldly
simulation
and simulacra
postmodernism
permissible?
death of the author?
my homunculus
little man
inside my head
castigates me
waves his finger
expectations
to conform
one must conform
but I'd rather
run into that flock of pigeons
much rather
dance in the rain
much rather
jump in puddles
time moving backwards
the stuff of dreams
WHEN GOD TURNS AWAY FROM YOU
people look strange
Abbott even stranger
when not in budgies
Rhodes scholarship
gave him delusions
of grandeur
made him believe
that he was smart
but evidence
suggests otherwise
indeed
he has not one iota
of intelligence
nor one shred
of decency
beyond redemption
sludge at Abbot Point
concentration camps
gulags for youth
he can repent
but God ain't listening
and if he were to die
he'd be turned away
at the pearly gates
God's not happy
with his wicked ways
Abbott even stranger
when not in budgies
Rhodes scholarship
gave him delusions
of grandeur
made him believe
that he was smart
but evidence
suggests otherwise
indeed
he has not one iota
of intelligence
nor one shred
of decency
beyond redemption
sludge at Abbot Point
concentration camps
gulags for youth
he can repent
but God ain't listening
and if he were to die
he'd be turned away
at the pearly gates
God's not happy
with his wicked ways
Monday, August 11, 2014
LINED UP FOR THE LINE
the television buzzed with nondescript emissions of static
the silence made the room shake
pleasant euphemisms fell from the decorated shelves
under the pavement...
below the daily churning of societal bounds
chains shackled to the feet of an aristocrat
he stumbles as he attempts to tread the commoner's path
birth, school, job, marriage, materialism, mortgage, death
love, hate, rebirth, orthodox, training, repent, calm
Presbyterian awakening, Jesuit sleep
disaster, the calm after the storm
have you got the medicine?
do you have an opinion?
the mind is never entirely made up
fiction is more real than fact
science is for the logically incapable
a fully competent adult chucks a tantrum
a woman never lies
premeditated premeditation
destructive criticism
a hatred of repetition, a repetition of hatred
a cycle of malintent and informative malnourishment
white boys popping caps in the Dalkeith hood
black girls shopping at City Beach
and China is a continent
just like Taiwan
the United States of Austria
the most formidable and regal of empires
the emperor likes to imbibe nonsense
whilst the citizens prefer other routes of consumption
a bra for his man boobs, two sizes too small
a car for her problems, freedom for one and all
the silence made the room shake
pleasant euphemisms fell from the decorated shelves
under the pavement...
below the daily churning of societal bounds
chains shackled to the feet of an aristocrat
he stumbles as he attempts to tread the commoner's path
birth, school, job, marriage, materialism, mortgage, death
love, hate, rebirth, orthodox, training, repent, calm
Presbyterian awakening, Jesuit sleep
disaster, the calm after the storm
have you got the medicine?
do you have an opinion?
the mind is never entirely made up
fiction is more real than fact
science is for the logically incapable
a fully competent adult chucks a tantrum
a woman never lies
premeditated premeditation
destructive criticism
a hatred of repetition, a repetition of hatred
a cycle of malintent and informative malnourishment
white boys popping caps in the Dalkeith hood
black girls shopping at City Beach
and China is a continent
just like Taiwan
the United States of Austria
the most formidable and regal of empires
the emperor likes to imbibe nonsense
whilst the citizens prefer other routes of consumption
a bra for his man boobs, two sizes too small
a car for her problems, freedom for one and all
Saturday, August 09, 2014
NOT JUST ABOUT A PIMP CANE
retroactive realisation
all the moments lost in the sands of time
time waits for no one
a wasted youth
waiting for things to happen
something, anything
it's happenstance
all those glimpses of darkness
do you remember when we were young and free?
do you pine away for those days to return?
but age is just a number
a number that creeps up on us
the hallowing seeds of deception
looking for needles in the glove box
the onset of boredom
enough to maim and kill
there was once much hopelessness
but those days are dead and buried
meandering monologue
your impersonations do not impress me
but it's entirely your own choice
to toke from the bong
as the days slip away
please do not call me when I'm in class
and no, it's not dardy
not even close
you condone racism
not realizing how stupid you sound
the static nonsense of your television
but you have given up
too far gone
but this is not about you
it's about everything and nothing
and endings are never complete
just as beginnings are never new
time to turn up the ante
change is just around the corner
do you believe what you believe
I'm starting to believe that you believe in nothing
please do not call me
unless you've got something to say
beyond what you always say
and no, it's not dardy
DRAWING THE LINES
darkness engulfs all and sundry, piercing the light
curtains of silk filter incoming luminescence
another slight attack as innards reach up towards the sun
twisting and entwining like ivy
days of being wild and domesticated all at the same time
weeks of reckless distortion
cancerous fumes caressing the small of her back
I remove her corpse from the bathtub
shrapnel shatters in all directions as a bomb explodes in silence
the media does not notice
one life worth more than another
Kanye is worth millions
and Kim Kardashian more than the entire world
pop culture plagues the airwaves
disseminating pre-packaged spectacles for millions of blind fools
consumer based hierarchies connected directly to brain stems
buy, buy, buy
shop until you drop, it's all the rage
petrochemical collectables
the emperor still wears no clothes and he is all of us
I don't watch the news any more
death is just another product they sell to the highest bidder
and Rupert has a lot of money
he probably sleeps with money and shoves dildos made of gold up his arse
I guess it comes with the territory
if you took away a rich man's money he would miss it like an amputee misses their legs
phantom pains
all you money fuckers can go fuck yourselves
shackle your body with golden chains while Gina sits on your face
you'd like that a lot, wouldn't you?
good luck finding her clitoris
as hard as finding your soul amidst all of your money
good luck
curtains of silk filter incoming luminescence
another slight attack as innards reach up towards the sun
twisting and entwining like ivy
days of being wild and domesticated all at the same time
weeks of reckless distortion
cancerous fumes caressing the small of her back
I remove her corpse from the bathtub
shrapnel shatters in all directions as a bomb explodes in silence
the media does not notice
one life worth more than another
Kanye is worth millions
and Kim Kardashian more than the entire world
pop culture plagues the airwaves
disseminating pre-packaged spectacles for millions of blind fools
consumer based hierarchies connected directly to brain stems
buy, buy, buy
shop until you drop, it's all the rage
petrochemical collectables
the emperor still wears no clothes and he is all of us
I don't watch the news any more
death is just another product they sell to the highest bidder
and Rupert has a lot of money
he probably sleeps with money and shoves dildos made of gold up his arse
I guess it comes with the territory
if you took away a rich man's money he would miss it like an amputee misses their legs
phantom pains
all you money fuckers can go fuck yourselves
shackle your body with golden chains while Gina sits on your face
you'd like that a lot, wouldn't you?
good luck finding her clitoris
as hard as finding your soul amidst all of your money
good luck
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