Like the mindless robotic systems on our back every waking moment wanting us to comply and react and pretend we like working for a corporate scheme cuz they’d have nothing without people joining their fucking club.
Club me in the face, some blood’s worths the taste
A thousand volumes deeper than this shitty rat race
Swapping breath out for a dollar at their stupid ant farm
Watching nicely-suited psychos preaching “do no harm”
Must get every damn opinion from the biggest known stars
Public figures, trophy winners, need you ringing their alarm
Justice only really matters when it’s worthy of the ink
Slap your fucking barcode on and keep the owners in the pink
Eat-consume, sleep and breed that is all you could need
Transform life into transactions greed is all that you can see
Narrow focus, land a locusts, only care for your surroundings
Don’t forget the tv, they’re your friends to keep you grounded
Nothing new, no innovation, not the type we should pursue
An ignoramus zombie nation taught to fit in with the crew
Every version we create another catch 22
Smile and grin at one another like we’re not part of the zoo.
Dread Pirate Roberts is an underrated genius on the mic, the beat, and the pen. 'Hand of Death' and the self titled 'Dread Pirate Roberts' are my personal faves. Betamax DC
Aussie upstarts juxtapose tightly-wound post punk songwriting with nuanced production, jangling choruses, and heady jams. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 29, 2023