OPEN SEASON
in the land plenty gears are turning the faint hum tells that all is well in lockstep with the highest bidder the milestones getting lost in the blur your amusing notions of trust and honesty better dealt with the scorn they deserve this is the stronghold of flexible slavery the tide will not turn the clocks have lost their hands but time will not miss them the clocks have lost their hands what will i do with mine our sordid history can't be undone our rife complacency is all but gone through fields of shit we are marching happy shoppers' roles learnt by heart see my joy detect my pleasure now the hunting season's on unswerwing nation bursting with pride so devoted to how things are riding into the sunset as our heroes the dust will settle on those who fall//

SHIP OF FOOLS
the glow in the horizon hints of great victories the waters that surround us aswarm with mysteries the crowns of our achievements were all left ashore along with the voice of reason we still choose to ignore is that a storm rising wave goodbye to your wishes bid farewell to your dreams the vessel's plunging forward and bursting at its seams the farce has its limits now we have crossed the line no more token gestures our arrogance no longer hides the crimes of these times left with the consolations we fail to understand sorry for the inconvenience of supply and demand we're drowning in slow motion proud of our roles as chosen ones our doubts were torn asunder when questions led to pain we did everything and anything that was expected yet still we could not reach what we were set to gain dressed up for the occasion laughed at by those in charge our shelves are full our stomachs fed while our minds starve what happened to our voices since when have we been mute the rats have taken over this sinking ship of fools we say we didn't know and we lie//

WHAT'S LEFT OF OUR ANSWERS
if the sun froze we'd be much too numb to care we'd accept the rule of darkness as it were stumbling through our days like prime fodder everywhere the full force of habit ingrained getting by feast on your pride indifference branded on our hides old orders new order crushing lives to uphold the borders i won't give up without a fight were the seas to dry our lips would still be cracking in harmony with the whips tearing our skin the snow is gone now never to return the forests were too wise they had to fall please come and wipe away the fears this lunacy has bred shake off the soothing lull of waiting we'll roam these paths together with what's left of our answers with the resolve to keep on searching//

GLOVES COME OFF
caught in a war of attrition of concepts agreements like bullets mowing us down and ballots are useless detergents for the wounds reality infected a code of dishonour stressing the importance of iron fists in velvet gloves at any rate grow at any rate expand the prophecies of progress must be fulfilled at any cost the dotted lines at any rate blessed with success it is late later than we dare to think the culture of success just a mirage while decadence is the norm spiral of decline untenable lifestyles something to strive for something to pursue past caring you’re so used to the stench this stench has rubbed off on to me the smell of networks of deceit competition with no end the price of participation is pacification//

IF I HAD A SOUL
come and get your reward your patience has not gone unnoticed order requires stagnation now you need discipline more than ever you never had it better if i had a soul it should be destroyed if i had a spirit it would be waiting for its chains our bloody fists banging on the gates of hope clinging on to the morals drenched with subservience with the honour of the servants liberation laid to waste desires turned into profit into the graves that have become our lives the passion under the pressure that suffocates and does not refine we count our blessings we still keep coming short it’s cold around us the world ablaze can’t keep us warm//

HERO OF THE DAY
you bow to none with the exception of those above you your tongue is rough the taste is sour you'd be bleeding anyway perish the thought of moving forward driven by desperation always followed by the urge to end it all life is but a sentence and it's you standing guard the world keeps on turning anyway how did it come to this did you really want to close those doors how did it come to this never enough time to spend the hate you've stored within yourself in misery you've come to know and love you killed yourself not stopping moving on account of being dead the candles lit turned into fuses the darkness never went away look at yourself another dream traded for survival how could anyone call you a failure another spine snapped in the treadmill the word coward too close for comfort//

PARADISE
the wells are dry i don't like the future i have seen the prospects of survival will pull me far away from here my footsteps are getting closer beware i squeeze my way in through the cracks i thirst for all you worked for my poverty leads to your wealth i've come to soil your paradise i don't belong here you drill it to my thick skull i should be kept outside ready to break through the invasion of the alien plague on your doorsteps conspiring to get inside the wells are dry i've seen our futures intertwine the instinct of survival is pulling me to paradise//

OUTLINE
unmoved by greed and stress builds character our lives are shrinking and we get cut to size this is where we got to reality puts our nightmares to shame with mouths full of corpses and nothing left to say the picture's incomplete we can see the dots but can't draw the lines digging trenches to keep our guilt inside deep pockets and hollow phrases echo in the songs we sing stray from this path we shall not stray we must never feel ashamed not cheated not in doubt we can always look the other way to avoid our pain in each others' eyes this is what you'll get take your burning beds and run those good hands will beat us black and blue our aspirations are rotting away soon we'll forget we ever had them//

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