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Born Wrong​/​Kleins96 split 10"

by Born Wrong/Kleins96

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Company is restructuring Landlord, he wants his rent Collection agency is at your door You went from working to just (plain, dirt, fucking) poor Cash register is open Sub machine gun is loaded This is your fucking system that I have to adhere to? Oh no I'm here to.... burn a debt The poverty industry Every fucking day. What the fuck do you need now? We run your fucking rat race to the ground Now you wanna take it all This is your fucking system I have to adhere to? Burning... burn a debt.
2.
Don’t expect me to follow you through the vague and mindless swarm Rather light a ballot on fire. Maybe that will keep us warm First past the post for another set of empty promises Lining fucking pockets of a bunch of simpletons You think they’ve got the answers. They don’t have a fucking thing I can’t wait to be the one who says “I fucking told you so” Satisfaction with our new masters You think you’ve got a fucking option but its deception. You think they’re a new clear voice you better think again You are the target of their market a niche catchment Congratulations you’re a numbskull piece of shit
3.
A few more words, another enemy It don’t mean shit to me Nothings going to change I’ve heard it all before An act that I perform Going through the motions You’ve done it all before You sound like another enemy Stripped away, I was great, I’ve done it all It was then, fuck right now, I know how. Going through the motions I’ve heard it all before You sound like another enemy Going through the motions You’ve done it all before You sound like another enemy Another enemy.
4.
From an intermediary uttering visions at your wounds To a snake oil imam blessing warehouses of poultry While the continent he prays for withers away. The price decay. From a people’s fable of escaping the tragedy of repression To the slaughter of another desert enemy Facade of their progress “concentration” of their fate… Am I right? Finally a mosaic of them all With the power and the price tag without the fall And a sprinkle of elusiveness… oh yes… but wait then… Everybody screams ‘Burn the book and bury the weak.’
5.
Gone are the hordes, the glorious shitheads Who knows what’s scribbled on notebooks today? If the rebellion’s alive, this is not their sound The moment’s passed, we’ve been replaced Like the Elks the alumni still gather in uniform, ritual in tact Throats hoarse, fingers burnt from carrying the torch for too long We’re old, we’re self-aware And the kids don’t care Still passionately aware And the kids don’t care Are we a traveling circus coming to town? A nostalgia trip for grown-up bad seeds? It’s supposed to be a beacon of dissent And they might read about it on their Twitter feeds Where’s the gnashing of teeth and all the bruises? The flyers, pulled beer and all the shitty bands? We can only give blood for long Before someone re-writes the protest song This will never chart or hang in a gallery It’s stolen art that pays no one’s salary And that’s fucking fine
6.
I swear that I’m gonna win this time No more second place to fucking half-wits past their prime My throat tears, I scream but no one hears They’re blinded by some fable Reason falls upon deaf ears You won’t find what you’re looking for You won’t find truth in white-washed folklore And I’m not listening as you can see me walking out the door The blank stare, you’re an empty fucking shell Confused by what to fear, your vengeful god or a burning hell It’s not fair, you’re another casualty Chalk full of Christian values, your forced imposed morality Body and blood The voluntary heist of the souls who dine on Jesus Christ You wont find truth inside some book you read There is no truth. Your god is dead.
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These words aren't light, or taken for granted the way a million miles of sky above the highway is for me These tanks, these troops are on your Visa bill Zion, incorporated with impunity We are the guards, the architects Do you know the blood that’s on your hands? Go to sleep, and dream of terror of a nation of savages cutting throats of a promised land and a chosen few and battle lines drawn across the evening news Now wake up and try to breathe It's 40 degrees and the army didn't turn on the water this week The prison cell you may be born or die in is manifest of an entire globe screaming fuck you APARTHEID Where do we go from here? This is right now It's not good or evil, black or white Can't dance around basic human rights Fuck the border, try crossing the street There is no god that would not let them free How can you sleep when your beds are burning? I refuse to let you ignore this "Occupation" is not a protest rally it's a real living hell
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One day let me throw it away All that’s left is rot and decay I’d pay to see it put in its place You have to dig up the roots and poison its base What’s left in this world to make me feel free? Is it the warmth of my gun or the shade of a tree? Tell me why in the fuck do I want more than enough? When it feels so good just to laugh and to love Why does change make us feel so strange? Especially when it is meant to ease the pain of a day that we fill with mistakes Accepting the lies and praising the fake Take a step back and allow me to breathe Fill my lungs up with scum and my blood with disease Feeling the grit flowing straight to my heart There’s no need for an end because we’re fucked from the start

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released July 31, 2012

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