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As word of corruption trickles down through the ranks
A woman falls to her knees at the Commonwealth Bank
She prays,
For just one more day.
And in the holy land, the buildings scrape the face of the sky,
While disciples below wrapped in white skin, black suits and ties
The oath they do sigh.
Thou shalt make money,
Thou shalt not lose thy job.
Bow your head, and pray to the ATM
Hypothetical wealth appears in numbers on a screen
Allows you to eat the flesh and drink the blood,
Of the capitalist machine.
Come all ye faithful, slaves of the coin
This train's bound for ruin, so together lets join and refrain
'Cause we can't obstain.
To be tangled in the web, is to struggle and fail,
But to live outside the system is to die on the streets or in jail
So we must hail.
Thou shalt make money,
Thou shalt not lose thy job.
Bow your head, and pray to the ATM
Hypothetical wealth appears in numbers on a screen
Allows you to eat the flesh and drink the blood,
Of the capitalist machine.
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The rich erect mansions like monuments,
To the money they've made with which to play.
As I drift through the golden hillside neighbourhood
I see a man on his lawn digging his own grave
With a diamond spade.
The TV queen weeps lonely in her dressing room
While a salivating audience awaits
When the curtain calls, her tears will cease mechanically
As a contract tugs the chain around her waist.
The parasites she'll face
Greed and fear
Urge you on
I'd rather
Be no-one
The drunk actor tries to drown the memory
Of a little boy, who dreamed to be a star
Long-gone are those blissful days of revery
He tilts another bottle to the past
Gets into his car
Pills and beer
Ease your mind
Fame and Wealth
So unkind
Greed and fear
Drag you down
Comfort lies
In the ground.
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I sleep here in my car, In the parking garage
Haunted by dreams, of ghosts from my past.
A knife in the dark, a needle so sharp,
And your face imposed, over my heart.
I dream of your smile, haven't seen for a while
As winter creeps in, to lay frost on my tyres
I don't feel the cold, no I don't feel at all
Just a prisoner of my own internal walls
Trying to pinpoint the cause
Of what would ensure I would never be yours
So now I take to the street
To seek comfort in concrete
Something stable and strong, like I'll never be
I take off the gloves, and try to let go of
These pointless "what-if's"
'Cause I know our love
Is a treacherous game,
Of futility and shame
A fickle regret for which I was to blame
'Cause I'm just a slave to self-sabotage and pain
With no self-control
A wretch with no name
Painted in grey
Just like the clouds that will drench me with rain
And now, I stand in the rain
And hope for spare change
From people who's eyes
Never rest on my face
The holes in my heart match the holes in my shoes
I stare down the hunger, like the photo of you
That we took on that trip
Before it all went to shit
Snuck out in the night
Woke up on a drip
In a hospital bed, sheets splattered with red
And all i recall, was the last thing you said,
As you stood there and wept
Suggested I'd probably be better off dead.
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Sunday Surcharge
03:01
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Jesus Christ you look like shit
You look like Jesus Christ she said
Though this pain will persist, I must pick my bones up from this bed
Splash cold water on my face,
As you lie there, motionless in space
From the streets outside, I hear people running for their lives
Blaring horns and screeching tyres,
Hot smoke sets my chest on fire
I'll retreat into my mind its where space separates itself with time
I'll sell my time
To buy my way
To fill the void
Inside of me
Grand arrival, late but conscious
Black coffee to wash down my regrets
This game's about survival, I'm beat but I won't surrender yet
Personal financial crisis
Sunday surcharge one point five percent
I don't make the prices, I'm just a guy trying to pay his rent.
Ill sell my time
To buy my way
To fill the void
Inside of me
With busy hands
And an idle brain
I'll profit from
My suffering
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Time seemed to stand still as the glass left your hand
But the silence exploded when the floor interfered
Then the mirror talked back again, said "this time it's bad"
Better throw it all in, there's no fame to be had"
I said Yeah you've got wings kid, but don't fly too high
For there are creatures above us that'll eat you alive
Stay low to the ground
Try and keep your head down
So you won't have as far to fall when they strike
I got blood on my hands, from just standin' by
To watch as terrestrial bodies collided
A voice in my head whispered: they'll be alright
Just take a back seat, man, now's not the time
I said Yeah you've got wings kid, but don't fly too high
For there are creatures above us that'll eat you alive
Stay low to the ground
Try and keep your head down
So you won't have as far to fall when they strike
We're just bones and meat built to breathe and expire
Sleeping under a heaven thats as empty as I
We lie wrapped in sheets as our bodies collide
Side by side
Half of the world rips itself into pieces
The other waits by to sift through the debris
Buildings so high
They block out the sky
And billboards to remind us that the end is nigh.
I said Yeah you've got wings kid, but don't fly too high
For there are creatures above us that'll eat you alive
Stay low to the ground
Try and keep your head down
So you won't have as far to fall when they strike
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The Noise Floor Canberra, Australia
Canberra based DIY Punk / Alternative Label.
Doin' it for the cause!
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