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Ideas: BEING A DRONE ISN'T SO BAD We traded our knives for ties and our black masks for white-collars. A march in traffic jam fashion. The mission: steal back our lives. So, we infiltrated the system and intercepted the message. And we ran at full speed and screamed it at the top of our lungs. We quit... DEATH ON THE INSTALLMENT PLAN, OR ALL AT ONCE LIKE A STOCKBROKER MID-LIFE CRISIS ON THE NEXT BLACK MONDAY? Break the spell. We have been bound, gagged, and forced into submission by the billboard gospel propaganda of our forked-tongue bosses. We are whipped with business incentives. Slaves to the “free market.” Time is money and we spend, spend, spend. We are all dead... THE HOLE IN YOUR HEAD SHOULD BE NEUTRALIZED BY THE OVERWHELMING SENSE OF FULFILLMENT We’ve been tricked. Our dream has been manipulated and made more cost efficient. Now we sport animal flesh jackets and child labor shoes. Slavery is back in style. The truth is rotting behind a beautiful smile. And this is how we save lives... REPRESENTATIVE DEMOCRACY AT WORK: WOULD YOU LIKE YOUR COFFIN IN S, M, OR L? The polls have closed. We pulled the ballot like a noose around our neck. And why? For over two hundred years, the calloused hands have crowned the rotting corpse. Gods, movie stars, and politicians have chosen the songs we sing. Let the stars fall from the sky. Let the stripes slither away. We can speak for ourselves. We will not dig our own graves... ROUND ONE: VULTURE VERSUS PREY The heart is dried and dissected. There can be no more transfusions of blood for oil. You have polluted us. And while you sleep, bastard, we will fight. We will take back our word because you have stolen our voice. This is ours... SOLD WITH A CAPITAL S-E-L-L-O-U-T We are the poisoned populaces. Casualties of a deadly trend. We’ve downsized our dreams and sidelined our happiness. Ripped conviction from our hearts so we could slip into designer jeans. Skeletons smeared in lipstick, bow down to the latest in hair care technology! For us, Freedom comes with a price tag... SWEATSHOP FUNDED SAUNA Accountability for one's actions obviously does not apply to you. It doesn't matter that you have eliminated thousands of jobs here just to bring down the cost of production and raise the profits for yourself. I'm sure all of the families you have destroyed can be at peace knowing you got that fifth luxury Sedan. Sleep tight and sweet dreams. You are the scum of the earth, and all of this will come back to you. I promise... Marrakech: Michael - Drums/Vocals Nate - Vocals Ryan - Guitar/Vocals Ted - Bass For booking, contact us here. Noise: Mp3.com Photos: |
