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	REMEDY LP/CD LYRICS: CONSENT rendered disposable i’m your statistics in flesh and blood we have scrubbed our necks clean in anticipation of the final blow to end our misery the labyrinths of wealth and influence soundproofed with cushions of sweetest success content with theft content with our time stolen suits filled with ambition walk in our midst aligned to scent potential in faculties of prostitution every head has a price and property is the only evidence of our every sense sold to pave the way to our demise there are corpses floating in the the fountains of prosperity riddled with hails of shrinkwrapped happiness take your daily dose of stress as described residues of toil on my skin no refund for the empty shells REMEDY where the empathy ends and the limits of benevolence are left behind the institutional benefactors welcome us with open arms these arms can deliver a docile drone, a fine declaration a sterile corridor, a firm declaration suppressed instincts, a steady declaration of conformity price tags on these hours price tags on every lie we buy remedy do you want to kill or cure celebrate the symptoms you never wanted me to heal WHEN BUBBLES BURST our sense of humour has been tested again by pairing together words like corporate conscience we are asked to slash our own veins to provide nutrition to considerate parasites now the interests will collide abstractions step aside when bubbles burst phrases don’t mean that much when our stupor gets interrupted by truncheons a timely lesson as shields are erected as makeshift chalkboards the inconvenience will soon be gone so, why scream why fight the future’s never looked so bright whose names are written on those stones sometimes their care is a smokescreen that brings tears to our eyes bruises to our bodies holes to our heads EXITS TO SANITY towards the limit in hot pursuit of the golden goal i’m carving my own weights to measure how much is enough half-truths sinking in like lead greetings from the barrels of the fraud disguised as common sense grace under pressure grace that is turning sour this framework this structure is pregnant with murder cold and lifeless dinners for cold and lifeless kind my mouth is wide open for the last time where are your exits to sanity what are your exits to sanity SIGNS OF LIFE the bricks thrown at us rarely seem to find their way back so we pile them up decorating the walls is a noble dedication dont even mention demolition dont even suggest reconstruction my fears were not born of pride yet they are signs of life inside i want to make your flags fall in love with flames we barely noticed what stood before us while we minded our manners and behaved grind the stones reduce me to gravel and dust use me to build your empire no rest for the wicked and the innocent are hard to come by surrounded by blossoming concrete still some cracks for seeds of hope NO LOVE LOST Bury yourself deep make sure there are no maps to be found did you remember your obligation to have a nice day and a smile and a cheer to match make most of what you have soon you’ll get used to bruises of the collar of convenience no love lost just blows to gain curl into a ball around the torn remains of your last dreams the lumps in my stomach have no intention of melting away we reek of disappointments seeping through our pores clocks are our enemies when the time is always lacking stretch yourself thin and get accustomed to constant fear of slipping at the end of the day recovering from one assault preparing for another habits, beliefs, standards set for who? my ears are pierced by the sound of wills breaking at the end of the day is there any pride behind those bloodshot eyes the barrels of patience are drained my ears are ringing TRAIL in the snow. in the trees. the omnipresent evidence of human lethargy uncharted waters. unchallenged corners to paint ourselves into while we hold the knives this waning light from frozen eyes illuminates our features desensitized substitutes to those resistant to compassion, subtitutes we barely notice on the trail that we blazed from mediocrity to banality sacrificing pieces of ourselves to keep others satisfied i’d rather not think of this callousness i am forced to wade in every day today A LOSING BATTLE in the wake of your success there were things that had to burn roll out the carpet in red to cover the ashes for you to tread market value on the escalation of the process of our deterioration each day’s a losing battle when you play by those books naked greed howls within when you see what you have to do without never quite managing to fill the void you nurture inside subsisting on mere crumbs from the tables of the feast you were not invited to know your place know who to praise traces of dignity still stain your beaming face act now act fast wipe away the doubt and pain there’s plenty to be gained with atrocities of consumer-friendly minds in countless flavours and designs the latest designs you decide to crawl since you forgot how to walk INADEQUATE i’m standing in guard of the winter that decided to stay away and see you crouched over notes that used to mean so much you spoke to me of desperation and the will to change you spoke to me of resentment building up when you are never good enough you are never fast enough you can never have enough never enough commuting on minefields unable to let your thoughts stray with every nerve tingling you turn to face the flicker of decay sick to the teeth and tired of the blur where your thoughts were supposed to lay we stare at the fragments which confirm we’re inadequate we are never good enough we are never fast enough we can never have enough never enough SAFETY VALVE grown to loathe more things than I can claim to love what does it say of me what does it say of us all disgust and rage underestimated safety valves i’d rather hurt than feel nothing at all our precious little achievements stand as mocking testimonies of stubborn unwillingness to admit where we have failed my hate for prepackaged lies my hate for your perfect smiles my hate for artificial borders in our minds my hate for your files my hate for feelings brutalized my hate for the misery legalized and sanctified simulations and stimulants anaesthetics to pave our way and you expect me to feel gratitude in the wasteland of your shining excess would you care to think again my hate for solutions standardized my hate for ignorance running rife my hate for my pathetic weakness returning to haunt me time after time my hate for prayers lost in the skies my hate for being patronized I plead guilty to hating but not to being blind <-BACK TO THE LYRICS