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The Disorienting Tune Of A Dystopian Life (feat. Dane Evans of To The Grave)
by AnimalFarm
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Naive is the poor man who prays for his country as they watch him sleep through surveillance in squalor and poverty
Cursed are the weak bless the resilient who stab the heels of tyranny
Cursed are the weak damn the hand that profits off the poor and suffering
There's a genocide hidden in the streets black market deals with political minds oh a wicked design
Cursed are the weak bite the hands that never feed
Flailing away in this technological age malignant dignitaries devising cruel and torturous ways we rage in waves in this free world we will not live as slaves
We shall remain the same condemned to a confined space lead them to where the blades serrate social vultures quick to erase
The marginalized
for the state your organs we take a tax on your life by the owners of your space
For the state your organs we take just to fill every dinner plate
The disorienting ways of a dystopian race
Dismantling the oligarchy the hierarchy disrupted and confused the tears of smoke stream enigmatically through light up city sky
How are you prepared to die on your knees or in a fight
Tear down the sky your life is just a number to the elite men on mark ready to snipe your life is the only thing they want controllers of apartheid discrimination wretch from the stench of greed among United Nations back door deals pockets greased the color of your slavery is shrouded in shades of money green.
This is unchecked power this is unchecked greed now we may be devoured
Free Hong Kong from the powers that be
All life is free life god please save us from this strife
All men are free men the disorienting tune of a dystopian life
Cursed are the weak
Cursed are the weak there's a genocide hidden in the streets
Cursed are the weak bite the hand that never feeds
Naive is the poor man who prays for his country as they watch him sleep through surveillance in squalor and poverty
Cursed are the weak bless the resilient who stab the heels of tyranny
Cursed are the weak damn the hand that profits off the poor and suffering
There's a genocide hidden in the streets black market deals with political minds oh a wicked design
Cursed are the weak bite the hands that never feed
Flailing away in this technological age malignant dignitaries devising cruel and torturous ways we rage in waves in this free world we will not live as slaves
We shall remain the same condemned to a confined space lead them to where the blades serrate social vultures quick to erase
The marginalized
for the state your organs we take a tax on your life by the owners of your space
For the state your organs we take just to fill every dinner plate
The disorienting ways of a dystopian race
Dismantling the oligarchy the hierarchy disrupted and confused the tears of smoke stream enigmatically through light up city sky
How are you prepared to die on your knees or in a fight
Tear down the sky your life is just a number to the elite men on mark ready to snipe your life is the only thing they want controllers of apartheid discrimination wretch from the stench of greed among United Nations back door deals pockets greased the color of your slavery is shrouded in shades of money green.
This is unchecked power this is unchecked greed now we may be devoured
Free Hong Kong from the powers that be
All life is free life god please save us from this strife
All men are free men the disorienting tune of a dystopian life
Cursed are the weak
Cursed are the weak there's a genocide hidden in the streets
Cursed are the weak bite the hand that never feeds
