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Devolution
01:32
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They sit around and gnash their teeth like wolves competing for their share of prey
Survival of the most grotesque with nothing good to think or do or say
Devolution of mankind, they swing their dicks, assert their dominance
A king is now established so he tests the pack, identifies a threat
Strength in solidarity
Pride in devolution
A simple sub-society
A simple constitution
Unforeseen set of events, a member seems to have fallen out of step
No longer seems content to climb the ranks through bigotry and disrespect
“Fuck him, he’s a fag”, they say and suddenly he’s banished from the pack
And so the den is fortified, the palace walls without a single crack
Strength in solidarity
Pride in devolution
A simple sub-society
A simple constitution
We will not submit
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Blind Faith
02:30
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A relic of our primitive past; the instinctual need
To doubt our intuition, afraid to take the lead
Defined our civilization, defined our history,
Stagnated progression of our sad society
Why do we have to be so blind to reality?
Why are we so impressed by the pomp of kings and queens?
In our search for affluence, a soul, prosperity, we chose the simple path
And lose all three.
Blind Faith.
Hypnotized in admiration, we start to wonder why
Our joy continues to dwindle while theirs begins to rise
The models bat their lashes, the athletes flex their might,
The virtuous toil on the sidelines and fade into the night.
Why do we have to be so blind to reality?
Why are we so impressed by the falsehood of celebrity?
In our search for affluence, a soul, prosperity, we chose the simple path
And lose all three.
Blind Faith.
The people search for order
The lost search for a soul
Desperate for structure, afraid of the unknown
Resolution hastened they rush and compromise
Nominate a leader
And close their eyes.
Blind Faith.
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3. |
Shades of Grey
02:03
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We had the heart
We had the will
We had the refusal to compromise
Front line for change
We were the black
In a world of grey
Pushing the bounds of policy
One end, one means.
Could this mean that the revolution is lost?
Because times have changed in what seems a strange progression
Raised our shields, dropped our swords
Is this indifference or is this just maturity?
Is this a losing fight or just another stage in the war?
We are the heart
We are the will
We are the refusal to compromise
Front line for change
We are the black
With shades of grey
Pushing the bounds of policy
Though methods change
We still resist.
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4. |
Compromised Conviction
03:02
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Overcome by restlessness, the feeling of cold regret, and tired of the same old bullshit scene
He emerged from his gated home, spoke from his mind, his heart, his soul
Inspired by his own integrity
Ideas creative, wise, emboldened and uncompromised, his motivation soon began to grow
Born out of discourse, he set out to force shock and imbalance to the status quo.
Tell me what you truly believe not what you think I want to hear
Convince me; opportunity resides in a new unbiased ear
Diluted thoughts are just another form of fraud and inspiration’s being lost to middle ground
Tell me what you truly believe not what you think I want to hear
New-found popularity, enticing celebrity, his revolution took a sudden turn
His search for influence turned into a business
The flames of fortune soon began to burn
Abandoned the extreme and much of his integrity in hopes of gaining hold of middle ground
Compromised conviction for the faces in the crowd
And victoriously emerged from the underground
Tell me what you truly believe not what you think I want to hear
Convince me; opportunity resides in a new unbiased ear
Diluted thoughts are just another form of fraud and inspiration’s being lost to middle ground
Tell me what you truly believe not what you think I want to hear
Just another fraud, another shadow in the dark
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5. |
Hero of Tunisia
02:06
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Gratuitous violence
Disorder turned to disrespect
A chance for upper-middle class to live like proletariat
Descendents of prosperity
Sheltered from adversity
Demonstrate their ignorance through boredom-fuelled indifference
Mayhem, disarray, a battlefield of pointless hate
The soldiers laugh in ecstasy, secure in anonymity
In the end of it all, when the curtains finally fall
The only true accomplishment is anger and embarrassment
To raze the streets in fits of laughter
Is to betray the memory
Of those enslaved by true injustice
Who raised the flame while on their knees
corruption, misery
born and raised in poverty
witnessed and experienced the worst of human selfishness
struggled into adulthood, he knew his place and understood
he'd struggle just to live a life of honesty and modest pride
tormented, terrorized
he dropped his head and closed his eyes
considered what he'd always known, prepared to use his last resort
desperate, defeated
he summoned courage from his chest
lit a torch and raised a fist
"how do you expect me to live like this?"
To raze the streets in fits of laughter
Is to betray the memory
Of those enslaved by true injustice
Who raised the flame while on their knees
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Selectively Blind
02:26
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Strobe lights of images of suffering humanity
Ignite our consciousness, engage our sympathy
In a moment of compassion, we hear their cries
Abbreviated unity
A beautiful lie
As chaos settles so do the ratings take retreat
The waves of sympathy fade back into the sea
Content, we wash our hands and we close our eyes
Complicit with complacency
Selectively blind
So much for love
So much for “one”
All good undone
We’ve cut and run
Auburn sky, ground stained red, burning bodies act as beacons for the dead
A mother cries, looks to the skies, prays for help to ease her child’s desperate cries
We hold the reigns, we own the chains
But we’ve sat on privileged hands too long to mechanize a change
When roles reverse and we’re on our knees, will they remember us and bring compassionate reprieve?
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7. |
I Witness
03:28
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Warm and content, I watch from the shore
A weak little boat with a child on board
Alone in the water, I think that it’s strange but assure myself that she prefers it that way.
In a matter of minutes her boat springs a leak
She bails contently though her arms look weak
“She’ll be fine,” I think, “she’ll manage on her own. She’s just a short distance away from the shore.”
“The water is cold and my shoulders are worn. Her safety is not my only concern.”
She looks at me with vacant eyes
Not concerned, and not surprised
Not prepared to fret or fright for another rainy day.
And as the water overtakes her toes, her knees and now her waist,
I wonder if I’m prepared to watch her vessel pass away
The rain is relentless and pounds at her back
The leak has expanded, the wood starts to crack
A violent surge and her oars have escaped
The boat wobbles aimlessly around in the waves.
I look for help but I’m standing alone
Others sought shelter hours ago
I convince myself again, much as before, that the wind will guide her gently back to the shore.
“The water is cold and my shoulders are worn. Her safety is not my only concern.”
She looks at me with vacant eyes
Not concerned, and not surprised
Not prepared to fret or fright for another rainy day.
And as the water starts to crest above her chest and now her neck,
I wonder if I’m prepared to watch her vessel pass away.
Her eyes focus now directly at mine
Not concerned, not resentful. Just tired, resigned
My throat tightens in panic, my lungs start to burn
Why won’t she swim?
Why won’t she struggle?
Why won’t she fight?
Why won’t I?
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