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Dead Weights
03:54
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It’s a right Eton mess
And I feel so fucking depressed
Fractured memories
Of a shattered past
Death of progress
By reverting back
How can’t you see the parallels
How can you miss the warning signs
Collective amnesia
Plagiarised mistakes
An abridged history
Written by snakes
Cause for concern
When will we learn?
Papering the cracks
Willing a relapse
When all you have is a hammer
Becoming nails is our fate
Buried are our prospects
We're all dead weights
When you gaslight change
You’re missing the mark
Subvert your blame
And become the spark
When you gaslight change (You’re missing the mark)
Subvert your blame (And become the spark)
As the bodies piled high (in their thousands)
They were busy downing champagne
Yet you thought they represent you
But they don’t even hide their shame
Devil’s in the detail
Stockholm syndrome
It's the sequel
I’ve got the deja blues
In inertia, we will always lose
Cause for concern
When will we learn?
Papering the cracks
Willing a relapse
You're not apolitical
You're just comfortable
With injustice
It’s the death of progress
Break the cycle of hate
Or we’re all dead weights
When you gaslight change
You’re missing the mark
Subvert your blame
And become the spark
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2. |
Edge of the Map
03:12
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Scorched earth
It’s the hell we deserve
Burnt chances
Let’s forget what we’ve learned
We’re at the edge of the map
And there’s no turning back
Tradition’s just peer pressure
From the dead
Divide and rule, loyal fool
Quit while ahead
How dare you determine our fate
When you’re close to your expiry date?
Rue Britannia
We’re at the point of no return
A faux us and them
The division is absurd
Show a stiff upper lip
For queen and country
Pout your citizenship
Self-destruct in glory
The herd has turned
On every scapegoat
The lines are blurred
Between progress
Death and the vote
Not in our name
Can’t drag us through mud
We’ll fight this stain
It runs thicker than blood
We’re the stiff upper lip
Fucked up nation
We’re the stiff upper lip
Fucked up nation
Scorched earth
It’s the hell we deserve
Burnt chances
Let’s forget what we’ve learned
We’re at the edge of the map
And there’s no turning back
Show a stiff upper lip
For queen and country
Pout your citizenship
Self-destruct in glory
Rue Britannia
We’re at the point of no return
A faux us and them
The division is absurd
How dare you determine our fate
When you’re close to your expiry date?
How dare you determine our fate
We won’t break
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3. |
Last Orders
03:43
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I’ve got sick in my mouth
I’ve got blood on my face
This flesh I’m made feels like a waste
Clocks point to learning my lesson
But I could never really tell the time
I guess I never felt the tension
But the bell has always chimed
I’ve drunk myself into a dead end again
How the hell do I still have friends?
Give me more to numb the pain
The cycle of misery starts again
I’ve got sick in my mouth
I’ve got blood on my face
This flesh that I am made
It feels like a fucking waste
Like a fucking waste
I’m sinking lower than the vodka right down my throat
I’m drinking slower, now I realise what I had broke
What I fucking broke
I’ve drunk myself into a dead end again
How the hell do I still have friends?
Shot the poison with my roulette brain
Picture’s blurry, I’m out of frame
The bottle’s empty and so am I
My mind is toasted, I’m electrified
I’ve got sick in my mouth
I’ve got blood on my face
This flesh that I am made
It feels like a fucking waste
Like a fucking waste
I’m sinking lower than the vodka right down my throat
I’m drinking slower, now I realise what I had broke
Last orders at the bar
A sip of reality
And I’ll be barred
Give me more to numb the pain
Pour me
My last orders
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Broken Lungs Birmingham, UK
Loud, fast noise from Birmingham, UK.
𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝑰𝒔 𝑻𝒆𝒎𝒑𝒐𝒓𝒂𝒓𝒚 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝑺𝒐 𝑨𝒓𝒆 𝑾𝒆 - out 01/03/24
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