1. |
Bloodline
03:50
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Eternal subjugation
For a bank holiday weekend
And I still love the queen
I still love the whole regime
See you on the jubilee parade
Crawling on your knees for the inbred regal dear
Love your chains and cheer
And I still love Ronald Reagan
Movie star glimpse of heaven
And I saw the bloodline tainted
By an upper-middle class serf / muggle / slut
See you on the jubilee parade
Crawling on your knees for the inbred regal dear
Love your chains and cheer
And I still love police brutality
And I still love porcelain plates
And I still love tabloid headlines
Imperial lizard parasites
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2. |
This Vanity
04:51
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No papercut from the page
The light pours across your face
If the filter fits // flawlessness exists
The colour // the shapes
This vanity
Sepia plastic masks
Synthetic smiles swallow you
Radioactive glow
Every inch of your walls draped in pictures of you
Images flicker on your pursuit of perfection
Self-absorption
Self-disgust
Self-awareness
Purging imperfection
With every magic brush
With every shallow lens
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3. |
Inquest
03:34
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I see the underdog dream slipping away
I see a funeral march for the ordinary
Martyred dead fading from an epoch
An epitaph like an old folk song
We're bleeding out
The inquest it goes on
The cause of death unknown
We're bleeding out
They cut so deep
Someone better raise the dead
Frozen in formaldehyde
Endless inconclusive tests
Someone better raise the dead
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4. |
Retrograde
04:13
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You're living in a different world
One more brain cell splattered
Well, it's better it's yours than mine
You're living in a different world and it's a parlour game
Another desert rat
A bullet in his head
Another teenager to beat into respect
You're living in a different world and it's a parlour game
I'm retrograde to you
Crosswise // I'm retrograde
You swallowed all your bitter pills
One more lipstick splatter
It's enough to emasculate
You swallowed all your bitter pills
A deferential game
Another pyramid
A vicious hierarchy
Another working class kid with shrapnel in his leg
You're living in a different world
It's just a macho game
I'm retrograde to you
Crosswise // I'm retrograde
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5. |
Legacy
03:30
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A kamikaze trip
Underground in some black concrete chamber
Your reputation sits under your fingertips
Destruction // Temptation
The perspiration drips
Oblivion begs slip
Posturing scum
Rain down annihilation
This Hiroshima flare just took a new direction
Come..on an Enola vacation
A momentary slip
In the heat
A lapse in concentration
The superego runs towards this rampant id
Crucifixion // Adoration
The atmosphere bays // Sick
The eyes around you shift
Posturing scum
Rain down annihilation
This Hiroshima flare just took a new direction
Come..on an Enola vacation
Little lights turn red
No hesitation
Wrapped up warm in your bed
Tiny lights // Bloodshed
For your legacy no napalm spared
Little lights in the dark flashing green and black
Posturing scum
Rain down annihilation
This Hiroshima flare just took a new direction
Come..on an Enola vacation
A narcissistic flex
Bow down to machiavellian jingo // Flag scum // Fuckers
On an Enola vacation
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6. |
Zeitgeist
04:59
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Hyperbole
A web of conjecture
Hegemony
Demonic eyes
Control your mind
A thousand hacks
A journalistic plague
Purges truth
Stich, stich on
Worship celebrities like gods
A psycho-tapestry is spun
Sitch, stitch on
Click-bait and advertising sales
A psycho-tapestry in spun
A spindle of sensationalised thread
The radio waves pollute at every stage
Is this for real?
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7. |
Disassociation
03:08
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We are the voice of your self-reflection
We are the crutch for all your desperation
Pick up and run from your misanthropic madness
Forever young and the infinite hubris
Embrace your scars so numb
Sing disassociation
Jumping through hoops // There's nothing else so tragic
Beg for mercy // Pay with paper or plastic
We'll never weep but smiles are so sarcastic
And we are yours
And we are never-ending
A nihilistic song
Sing disassociation
This revolution I.C.U.
Resuscitate at once
We are the iron lung
Turn it on
We are the iron lung
Resuscitate at once
Reject the mundane hum
Sing disassociation
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8. |
Waiting for God
03:33
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I'm a preacher dressed in black
I'm a blind man with a cane
Sandwich boards with ancient truths
Why does no one listen?
I can't sleep
I can't breathe
I don't dream
Heathen sinners walking past
Give me change and love my dog
City streets vile and depraved
Why does no one listen?
I'm here for a higher purpose
Screaming into deafened ears
All the voices that I hear
I can speak to God
I'm waiting for his touch
Quiver in your apathy
You swine
You'll see
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9. |
Trespass
03:23
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Watch where you walk my friend
Each blade of grass
Is sculpted inch-perfect
Inside an urban garden patch
Perimeter patrolled by dogs and toy police
Watch where you walk
The concrete looks so clean
Our streets could tell a story
Brick by brick they tore them away
Our streets could tell a story
A chromium edifice
Front plexi-glass
Million dollar architects
Gleaming towers of septic mess
Manufactured futures
Destroying history
A towering edifice
Corporate and serene
Our streets could tell a story
Brick by brick they tore them away
Our streets could tell a story
Monochrome cubist cemetery
Billboards flashing L.E.D.
Monochrome sunset suffocation
Branding hoards asphyxiation
What happened to all the dead leaves on the ground?
What happened to all the bricks
Crumbling and brown?
What happened to all the dead leaves on the ground?
What happened to teenage hearts
Old bark
Carved and proud?
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10. |
Life is...?
06:07
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I give a little
I take a lot
I eat a little
I waste a lot
Vacuous human greed
I read a little
I watch more
Listen a little and preach more
A waste of air
An std
I'm drifting through space like a rotting apple
A plague of locusts sucking right to the core
Life is a disease
Sexual
Terminal
100% fatal
I love a little
I hate more
I live a little
I sleep more
Egotistical and weak
I make a little
I spend more
I work a little
I beg more
A slave to sloth and serotonin lust
Procreation
I'm drifting away
Life is...?
We consume and breed and die
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1919 Bradford, UK
1919 is a post-punk band from Bradford, UK, and an early contributor to what became the Goth genre.
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