Cynic
(Murphy-Robscombe-Dougal)
Raised, not born
Apathy, not scorn
The Cynic speaks through you another sagrilege
Listen to the sound of a mind anaesthetized
Looking down the barrel of an unmarked .45
I'm telling ya that the same shit's still goin down
So you'd better wake up and take a real good look around
Cynic
You are now here
But leaving soon
Cynic
You are nowhere
But leaving soon
Happily greasing the wheels of the machine
Another empty mind staring at a TV screen
Your threat removed
Respect
(Murphy-Dougal)
Yesterday,
The pigs fucked me up.
guess they had it dull with too few joyriders to stop.
Spitting blood,
crawling thru the alley on my knees
the zombies walking down the street didn't even hear my pleas
My anger turns to strength as my rage subsides.
My fear becomes will as my respect for you dies.
R-e-s-p-e-c-t,
I know what it means to me.
R-e-s-p-e-c-t,
I've got none for what I see.
Today,
As I load the nine,
The direction I must take is closer down the line.
Taking aim,
lining up the pigs against the wall
my brothers live in constant dread and this is for them all
My strength adds to my will, conviction is born
Cut back the weakness, reinforce what is strong.
R-e-s-p-e-c-t,
I know what it means to me.
R-e-s-p-e-c-t,
I've got none for what I see.
Tomorrow,
If I do no more,
They'll only hear about the chalk outlines upon the floor.
If ya wanna change the system,
Well some heads have got to fall.
Revolution will be knockin' on the corporate front door...
This fight you'll have to fight with your heart
Or you'll have to watch it being torn apart
R-e-s-p-e-c-t,
I know what it means to me.
R-e-s-p-e-c-t,
I've got none for what I see.
R-e-s-p-e-c-t,
I know what it means to me.
R-e-s-p-e-c-t,
I've got none for what I see.
For what I see.
For what I see.
What I see.
Winter
(Robscombe-D.Kitty)
It's starting...
In their caverns all the monkeys,
lived like every day was
first one they had seen
eating, laughing, mating, sleeping
innocent and carefree
life was but a dream
Paradise was theirs, they knew it
neverending summer days
spent playing games
Tales of cold no one believed,
things have always been like this
and there's no change
Winter, someone whispers
Winter, no one listens
It's coming...
Not too bright but maybe happy
they had learned that they know
all there is to know
wish there had been less apathy
when the winds all turned cold
and the winter came
Winter, should have seen it
Winter, could have stopped it
And I'm screaming
as I'm weeping
feel like trying to wake the dead
hopeless prayer
for a hopeless dream
had our chance now it's too late
It's ending...
sun's gone down
it's time for goodbyes
the monkey land has finally died
and we all fade away
with no more than a sigh
to meet the white cold storm outside
Blood
(Robscombe-Lomas-Murphy-V.Kitty)
Inspired by the novel 'Rage', by Angel
For the memory of the dozens killed in Detroit Riots 2015-2016
Someone makes a fatal mistake
in the tribal zone
where all laws are still made by the gun
Body lying in an alley
cut down to the bone
blood calls out for payment and then some
Vicious hardcore motorists
and cyberboosted freaks
enemies that had a fragile truce
caught up in a righteous rage
now autorifle speaks
shooting wild at anything that moves
Revenge as a way of life
living on the edge of knife
vengeance after vengeance after
vengeance...
Chorus:
Taking to the streets,
taking to the streets
all their feuds and rivalries
now taken to extremes
Take it to the streets,
take it to the streets
tiny sparks in tinderbox
are all this timebomb needs
Human sewer makes its rules
as any jungle will
All for one the order of the day
Twisted honor, greed and lust
together grind the mill
small vendettas turn to power play
Gang lords building up their pies
growing fat on wasted lives
business is still booming in the
wasteland...
Chorus:
Taking to the streets,
taking to the streets
downtown turns to battlefield
don’t even need police
Take it to the streets,
take it to the streets
the city’s being chopped up
everybody wants a piece
Cycle just goes on and on
it’s never gonna stop
Slaughterhouse for people open wide
Blood that spilled is always paid back
to the smallest drop
Killing season’s open, pick your side
Fight for country, fight for god
fight for color, turf and blood
never see the ground you keep is
quicksand...
Chorus:
Taking to the streets,
taking to the streets
masked killer stalks the slums
and on the dead he feeds
Take it to the streets,
take it to the streets
overdose on violence
outside the TV screens
Taking to the streets,
taking to the streets
Take it to the streets,
take it to the streets
(repeat and fade)
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