Fall in line - a race to sacrifice Blood red highs - select and televise
Fall in line - a race to sacrifice Blood red highs - detract desensitize
Draining my lack of perception, feeding the strength of remorse, accepting these mute aggressions for seeing the truth once more.
No one is listening.
Pushing connection to failure, defacing our strength of worth. No loyalty here for the twisted. No saviour for the perverse.
This season treason.
Come so far just to go back, to escape the rats - the potential craving lunacy.
Conducting reaction in fractions. Judgements collective inapt ; addiction for this, the solution : devouring depraved take the axe.
ULTERIOR EXTERIOR Lyrics : Barney Greenway / Music : Shane Embury
´ Murderers ! ª stoop up the cry. Stoop much lower than thou. Flush out militant vermin, revenge won't stain (your) virginal gowns.
Ulterior exterior bucks your state, it's inferior. Ulterior exterior - justice-minded from afar.
Counteract, tit-for-tat. Your loyals taking scalps are the mercy men hammering entitlements to your mast.
Ulterior exterior arms appeal with your name on. Ulterior exterior - dictum-vying from afar.
White knuckles quash your simple human touch. Revolution's children are but a madmen's larvae ...to be squashed !
NONE THE WISER ? Lyrics : Barney Greenway / Music : J. Pintado, S. Embury, M. Harris
I'm impervious, this subservience demeans a mental gait.
It' insensible, ´ just be digestible and tether down that rage ª.
No ignoramus (or) sufferer for art. big windows smudged so play a part !
Since when did we discard perception as the years went flashing by ? Will characterless enigmas brake the degenerative slide?
Not in deep for a dress to impress, won't go tired on vast space to defend. Not in deep for a dress to impress, won't go tired on vast space to defend.
If maturity wipes the slate carefree, keep me infantile. Major humane drop to the comfort zone. Smooth earth now to ride.
Hereafter believable - legitimate. A model of transparency - freeze up my gaps.
Since when did we discard perception as the years went flashing by ? Will characterless enigmas brake the degenerative slide?
Self-harming on the climb to my box. The cancer's not eating - others holes it has clogged.
Time is a climb dragging your chains, One-way parade.
Glued to the rail, fixed on a tail. Side-step barred.
Jump with no push, not to devoid void but aching places.
CLUTCHING AT BARBS Lyrics : Barney Greenway / Music : Shane Embury
Waylaid by the hand that leads. Scale the heights of intimacy. Forewarned, unarmed, one intoxicating whiff and you're snared.
Dose up to delirium, cross circles of death for the good, deflect (all) contests. One intoxicating whiff and you're snared.
Mock me - I'm convulsing. I'm clutching at barbs. Crass pity goes the deepest, it magnifies the dross.
A grip enforced - barely healing. I'm clutching at barbs. Leave me to snatch and paw then lick my wounds.
Struggle spent, I concede defeat. Swing for scumbags who heaved the leash. Soft hands, sweet chance, one intoxicating whiff and I'm snared !
Spurned my own motives. Can I vacate these premises ? Siphoned off, Sealed my walls.
Strike a light then screw the vice.
Callouses that keep my peace - blemished blissfully, torched off in a fiery sea, defiled first degree.
Searching flames darkens embrace.
And lost crimes laid raw and bare, guarded eyes with intruded glare.
Incendiary incoming
Picking out thoughts like carrion, cannot put the finger on. Un-brotherly love sears worse than those unknown.
Shards of spite cut lines of sight.
And lost crimes laid raw and bare, guarded eyes with intruded glare.
Incendiary incoming
THROWN DOWN A ROPE Lyrics : Barney Greenway / Music : Mitch Harris
Someone wants me dead from the neck and upwards. Rope weaved by these hands, box of my toils.
Coerced - dazed by a suckerpunch. Reeling - believing that these are the dues.
Pitch back - throwback to a chastised youth. No quarter - stifled under a stich-up hood.
To be made an example will stauch my deviant flow.
Held a lever that only I can pull. Need a trauma to silence my loose tongue.
Bigots want my head on a plate to sound-out.
Probing - exposing delicate core to full view. Damning - programming etiquette to suit.
To dissect and reset will staunch my deviant flow.
Held a lever that only I can pull. Need a trauma to silence my loose tongue. Group constrictor. Throttling a bond. Call a cull to silence our loose tongues.
SCEPTIC IN PERSPECTIVE Lyrics & Music : Shane Embury
It's a straight and narrow path or is it fate which takes our hand ? Play the game, praise the man that fakes the masterplan ; take the rough with the smooth. Whose loss do we loose ? What else could we disprove ? Who shapes the abuse ?
You prostitute integrity and blindly steal identity.
Buy it out and watch it die ; fashion talks, the bullshit flies. Bite your tongue and breath a sight ; take the fall or take the climb. Streamlined and new improved, a nation sadly out of tune. Is it just old-fashioned - creation with a passion ?
Just an observation of a machine generation.
Push this.
The same old song.
Is the message lost in this - that's not politics ? There's a rhyme to this reason : they're one and the same. Take the heart they've broke and the money they've choke ; you're left with no answer to this industry chancer.
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