Groupthink hive, what a time to be alive
Everybody plays their parts like a 9 to 5
You’ve got no questions, nor do I
Life’s a bitch and then you die
We just pretend to look alive
Fine-tune ballet or belly-dive
There's simple rules: Get richer. Paint the proper picture.
Divide serfs against themselves makes control much quicker.
Complain about complainers, whine about the whiners
Beat your chest with all that hate, your shares a pocket liner
For tycoons, rich loons, treating life like a cartoon
Pumping poison into your brain and smile and sell you that it’s raining.
The paralysis, it’s real.
You’v’e been sold another shiny rotten deal
The same species discovered steel
Then push and shove in line for first place at the hamster wheel
Big deals, bigger egos,
Where all the masses (masters) say to look is we think we need to go
And not homegrown, a big time racket,
A giant game with glossy names complete with neatly striped brackets
Liars, wrapped as lions, coerce and scoff
They’d fold like cloths, without their write-offs
When magic is shrinking, deflate free thinking
A whimsical game, system runners all the same
Liars, wrapped as lions, coerce and scoff
They’d fold like cloths, without their write-offs
When magic is shrinking, deflate free thinking
A whimsical game, system runners all the same
Let’s do some cool shit and not some bullshit
How many times must we line up in a grind
Chewed for wind-ups all the time
Seems like our favorite past-time
Build a shrine, bow to mine
Selfie sign, fame and fortune till you die
Why oh why?
Save obligatory waivers, it is doing you no favors
This world is fuckin sick, just a bone that we can pick
And therein lies the lick, chase the stick, have your pick
They’re so ham-fisted dangling that shit
Big spiels, obsessive ego, the machine protects itself
Refuse to let our nature to grow, it’s straight up faux
A big time racket, a venal game that aims to maim complete with whack-a-mole jackets
Liars, wrapped as lions, coerce and scoff
They’d fold like cloths, without their write-offs
When magic is shrinking, deflate free thinking
A whimsical game, system runners all the same
Liars, wrapped as lions, coerce and scoff
They’d fold like cloths, without their write-offs
When magic is shrinking, deflate free thinking
A whimsical game, system runners all the same
Time to take it back, from their big loot sack
We’ve had enough of hacks, leaving our future jacked
Time to take it back, from their big loot sack
We’ve had enough of hacks, leaving our future jacked
It’s time to flip the stack, expose their big fruit bag,
We’re bout to hit them back, they’re gonna get ransacked
We make some noise, they give us toys.
We write the songs, they send us bombs.
We want some feeling, they want us squealing.
We point at needs, they make us bleed.
It’s repetition every day, they’ve set the games we’re meant to play
Without a chance of any change, a lie to get you into place
Empowered people in the masses, burn the system down, it crashes
Not a tear from one of us, your calm (karma) has put you in the dust
Rigged deals, obsessive ego
An oligarchy for itself, refuse to let our nature grow
A straight up faux (foe), a big time racket
A venal game that aims to maim complete with whack a mole jackets.
Liars, wrapped as lions, coerce and scoff
They’d fold like cloths, without their write-offs
When magic is shrinking, deflate free thinking
A whimsical game, system runners all the same
Liars, wrapped as lions, coerce and scoff
They’d fold like cloths, without their write-offs
When magic is shrinking, deflate free thinking
A whimsical game, system runners all the same.
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