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Shredder
04:09
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Interns working round the clock
Before court orders can arrive
A paper trail a mile long
All will disappear tonight
Todays crimes, tomorrows scraps
The deals that became conspiracies
Corporate’s dutys to make cash
Nothing stands in the way
If they wanna sniff around
They find pizza receipts
The cover-ups worse than the crime?
Not when we’re too big to jail
Keep the shredder running
Those seconds missing and erased
Unseen by SEC and the hague
Interns working round the clock
Before court orders can arrive
A paper trail a mile long
All will disappear tonight
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2. |
Chaos Engines
05:55
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Still waiting on the singularity
Little did they know
It already happened
Three months ago.
I didn't notice
Global competition automated
It's simple essence,
Gamble near-fictional numbers
Within nanoseconds
No human error
Phantom programs bet against
Algorithms, perfect, predatory
Accumulate mere bites of pennies.
You can't change its commands
Non stop hail of shit scatters the bastards
Running for shelter, embarrassed kings
Sold off luck packaged as skill
Neither are needed in this age
Chaos engines!
Brief scans of headlines produce the figures
Could it could produce the FACTS as well?
An holistic cycle to appraise
The totality of this human life
Nations vanish but kept the borders
The laws degraded but the prisons are full
Grains rots in silos - starving scream
"I have no money and I must spend"
Chaos engines
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Occupied London
06:47
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Here's to the great protection monopoly
"We do not owe you a thing"
These playgrounds of power and non-stop revenue
This city is occupied
Can not afford to live?
Evacuate to the outskirts
Put those hands to work
Do you feel pride to set your price?
Look around you what’s it for?
Who would call this home?
Praise family, community
While we tear our selves apart
Your house destroyed? We have a prison for you
"We do not owe you a thing"
Even the fight back comes with a price attached
This city is occupied
Architects draw the lines - The motto: Gentrify or die
To clear the streets for the elite
You don't vote the way we want ?
You don't know how to behave?
So here's the new identity
Identical, streets alike -The chosen grey feel alive
Waving their grande lattes
A sanitised mirror image
Killing all culture dead,
Maybe out of boredom kill yourself
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4. |
hatefilledsong
04:29
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As i got to the platform too late
To push you in the path of the train
I sit with you, awkward, till my stop
I leave without saying a word
Maybe tomorrow I will see you on time
I don't think it's a burden
To feel like this every day
So there is no boredom
I will patiently wait
I will laugh till the blood comes out my nose
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