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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

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