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Cheat
02:54
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Ch-ch-cheat cheat has a deeper need to be the fortunate.
His love is a killing field to put the rest to death.
Touch the white skin and put your faith into the arena king.
Crack whip to the open back, take his spine from him.
Who regrets? Check the eyes.
To forget, to take the bribes – from this broken man.
Suffocate fate of the suffered hate and bring em up to this.
Gold times for the soulless minds and we would feel the fist.
Offer up space, turn the anger’s face into a heated kiss.
Because you are a greater force than this, you are greater force than this.
He cheats his power and he cheats the people. His face is blank and his heart is feeble – what a broken man.
Someone’s got this bull in a rage. Grab him when he opens the pointless cage.
We’ll tie him down then drag him on stage, then open up the hole below and say goodbye. We’ll lift him up and throw his political dump in the middle.
Throw his political dump in the middle.
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All this get me down wrong won't bend me down
from the level I'm on, for I'm the ground
while they're stooping along and sinking in
I'm here thinking it's wrong to send me down.
Bells start your ringing, oh the crying, the screaming.
While the water is rising, the freak-haters are freaking.
And the foolish cause for goodness is a sunny afterlife.
All this get me down wrong won't bend me down
from the level I'm on, for I'm the ground
while they're stooping along and sinking in
I'm here thinking it's wrong to send me down.
Poisoned breaths we're breathing, my carbon-stained food's dripping
onto what used to be fountain, hey! we should start recycling.
Well tomorrow is today and all our yesterday's are dead
pride is not an option now, the truth is all you get.
and all you ever should have had but things got in the way
and fucked up the whole balance, but this time, you can't hide away.
Wrong, this get me down wrong…
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They woke up to the sound of heavy voices, speaking loud.
And all in rhyme, so they knew that it was time the preparation ends.
And time to step out, but the world took them by surprise.
Could not believe their eyes – but they stood…
Unified in rule and on feet
I broke out when reason took me
They made fire and fire burnt them
Look what killed the master and his men.
They came back from the grave.
They’d been watching everywhere. And they found…
That everyone’s the same, in their own way
And trying to make sense of hate
Couldn’t take the pain.
Memory told them they were weaker
Bigger ships they hit ground deeper
They saw signs but could not read them
Look what killed the master and his men.
Knowing now what they should have then
Forcing rules that only prized them
Raving ‘truths’ but without wisdom
That’s what killed the master and his men.
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4. |
These Friends
03:46
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You are the gun, I am the trigger.
And we’re spreading like wildfire, through the wasted wood.
It won’t take us long, once we are burning.
Cos as you feel the fire, you pass the flame along.
Electric blood, where are you from?
Who learns to feed the ground that you stand on.
And yearns to be the thing, that to the world you send.
The ones who shine with fire, well these are your friends.
So bring the fitness to seize the dumb
Cos we know that wisdom, has already won…already won.
Electric blood, where are you from?
Who learns to feed the ground that you stand on.
And yearns to be the same, as to the world you send.
The ones who shine with fire, well these are your friends.
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5. |
The Madness In Everyone
01:55
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You’ve been acting kinda crazy,
to show you smile straight.
You know the secrets you’ve been hiding,
I see them in your face.
The way you say you’re always happy,
addicted to having fun.
It’s just a symptom of the madness I see in everyone.
Firing yourself across the room,
spreading your order round
Forcing truth from your opinions,
because you like the way you sound.
You like to demonstrate your power,
but truthfully you have none
Just an example of the madness I see in everyone
Well you look down when I do good,
and you look smug when I do bad
Why don’t you do the world a favour
and just be honest when you’re sad
cos we’re all running round the fairground
and all the freaks are having fun
cos they’re accepting to the madness I see in everyone.
We’re all victims to the madness I see in everyone
So find your peace with the madness before you get stung
Or you’ll be fucking with the madness I see in everyone.
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Stop Start
02:10
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Forget the lager, it helps you mistake
yourself for strangers with admirable ways
Forget the big herd, you’re on your own now
I’ve seen the humans, they threw your clothes out
Well I’m not scared, I’m not scared
Stop trying to hide love, start being a real man
You’re in no danger, so put your arms down
It’s your own favour to find a way out.
You’re just a victim of your own world view,
that get’s you kicked in, nobody hates you.
Cos if you had no money,
would you take the gate down?
let the monster be found?
It’s time that you came out now.
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The Same Hands
04:32
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“People I am ok, I am open, I feel ready”
“I thought I’d lost hope but then somewhere I came through fear to an answer”
How does it feel to be freed by the same hands that were pulling down like a weight from all the wrong days that you filled just convinced that the only way out of this place was the way that you came in running or not you were born to face the world that you couldn’t stop with your teeth embraced in earth, to find that your will is no longer an enemy to kill but create it’s the same old energy.
Oh we can feel loveless, and this life can seem so ruthless,
but see my eyes burning red, my faith will be set, armed and ready to face the hectic.
How does it feel to be freed by the same hands that were pulling down like a weight from all the wrong days that you filled just convinced that the only way out of this place was the way that you came in running or not you were born to face the world that you couldn’t stop with your teeth embraced in earth, to find that your will is no longer an enemy to kill but create it’s the same old energy.
When you said it’s over did you mean it’s out there waiting in the unknown new home for your heart only? Trust me when I said it’s better that you’re on your own but not alone, you’re just free now …
How does it feel to be freed by the same hands that were pulling down like a weight from all the wrong days that you filled just convinced that the only way out of this place was the way that you came in running or not you were born to face the world that you couldn’t stop with your teeth embraced in earth, to find that your will is no longer an enemy to kill but create it’s the same old energy.
All is inside.
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Promised Land
03:26
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Red is the colour of my own faith, I’m this colour all over.
Look there’s other colours over there and one over there and one over…
…It doesn’t matter where you look, they’re everywhere.
That filth said my eyes weren’t looking right, it didn’t stop me making him blind.
There go the building blocks of this promised land.
There go the building blocks of this promised land.
There goes the chance to see, what was in his hands.
And as he reaches down, I’ll be sneaking round to stretch his fingers out…
…There’s nothing in there.
Peace said the colours are not fair, they don’t account for choice (just conspiracy),
Just conditioning of the senses to fear the senses.
Do you fear what you see? Or what’s in your heart?
While you’re deciding…
There go the building blocks of this promised land.
There go the building blocks of this promised land.
There goes the chance to see, what was in his hands.
And as he reaches down, I’ll be sneaking round to stretch his fingers out…
…There’s nothing in there.
There’s nothing in there.
Where’s he hidden it.
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Is my head secure? How can I be sure when I see you rushing to lock the door?
What are you doing? There’s no need to cry. What are you thinking? You’re not going to die.
A hint of frantic on your face I see. I am the fear and you won’t look at me.
Is it my clothes or my whiskered jaw? Why are you rushing to lock the door?
Watch and learn for how not to treat a friend, you’re calling the police again, calling the police again!
What the hell’s up with my beaming grin? Cos I see you calling the police again, calling the police again!
Dragged in by the cat, from under a stone, why do you think that when you’re alone?
I’ve got so much love I want you see, but your head is paranoid from too much damn T.V.!
So you think I’m crazy? Then I might as well take that lead pipe from off your shelf.
And just imagine it, just imagine it, now your head is split, now your head is split.
Stop screaming cos it was a joke I swear, you’re calling the police again, calling the police again!
What the hell’s up with my beaming grin? Cos I see you calling the police again, calling the police again!
I’ve heard what you think, or think that you know. Just one more question before I go.
Is it the people whose head’s are insane, or is it people like you who mess with their brain?
Watch and learn for how not to treat a friend, you’re calling the police again, calling the police again!
What the hell’s up with my beaming grin? Cos I see you calling the police again, calling the police again!
Stop screaming cos it was a joke I swear, you’re calling the police again, calling the police again!
Look at yourself and stop trying to defend, your calling the police again, calling the police again!
Calling the police…calling the police…calling the police.
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10. |
War On Sadness
06:31
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Head sounds of the uptight, don’t mean anything at all, without the spiralled flight.
Present minds don’t look violent, it’s just that sadness has sung, but no one did attend.
Saying “please don’t blame me, I’m getting death on my skin,
I’m getting breath like the wind, with nowhere to blow”.
So long since the eyes fell almost anywhere they could, not everywhere they “should”.
And so, it’s been long. And you know how long. But it is still there.
Please don’t blame me, I’m getting death on my skin,
I’m getting breath like the wind, with nowhere to blow.
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11. |
Now Is Good Enough
03:37
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We’re in danger, we’re all dangerous.
We want freedom, but we can’t stand mess.
If we just want what we know, how we gonna get to where we need to go?
If we don’t know what we want, how we gonna stop making something we don’t want?
If we just don’t want to know, the snowball’s gonna roll, gonna roll, gonna roll?
How can you say that you don’t want to know? How can you say that you don’t need to know?
We have power, but we’re so fearful.
You’d kill me if you knew I was going to kill you.
Now over here we’re just spinning around, look over there they’re just spinning around.
You see the faster we go round and round, the harder it is to keep feet on the ground.
The longer we leave to let go, the further we’re gonna roll, gonna roll, gonna roll.
And if this is something we all know, if this is something we all know, then let’s go, let go.
I am waking, I am waking up.
Why waste time when now is good enough?
Now is good enough.
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aCivilian Norwich, UK
"Totally unique...I found myself captivated by the entire album" Artrocker.
aCivilian,
created by Norfolk’s Phil Critten, cites a variety of influences, including Roots Manuva and Rage Against the Machine, and twists the clichés of modern songwriting into compositions that are gritty, poetic, and hugely accessible.
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