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Zombigots
01:07
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The tombstones read
Obsolete
Here lies a fallen ideology
Misplaced hate and selfish greed
We all celebrated
In the death throes
Of the final tasteless joke
And while their legacies
Haunted our societies like ghosts
No one actually believed
But now the anger that’s been boiling
Has been refined as poisoned ink
It’s seeped into our bloodstream
From the headlines circling
The peddled fear, synthetic dread
Has brought the past back from the dead
Run for your morals
The zombigots are coming
Run for your morals
The zombigots
Will preach deliverance
Shackle your intelligence
Run for your way of life
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2. |
Attention Economy
02:27
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t’s a bidding war for your thoughts
They’ll never come free anymore
Somewhere between cryptocurrency
And hypnotherapy
The marketeers pray
To master click-bait
Like a dark art, dark thoughts
Are traded and they're fought for
Every second thought you're fed
You'll be taxed for
You've been chipped, you've been collared
You'll dream in billboards and banners
You've been made, you've been measured
They’ll know you better than you know yourself
It's a bidding war for your thoughts
They'll never come free anymore
There's no room to breathe
That can't be seized
In this attention economy
Somewhere between false economy
And invasion of privacy
The algorithms pry
Dark corners of your mind
Like a conquest, the con is
They tell you that you want it
So you accept their target
And thank them for it
You've been chipped, you've been subscribed
And you'll pay with your life
Ch.
You’re just a small fish in a big think tank
Drowning in brands that
See your sentience as a commodity
They’ll never give you room to breathe
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3. |
Cult of Ignorance
02:37
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Mute rage
Numb grief
There's only silence when we
Scream out
Our words
All turn to steam
Under the heat from history books left burning
By a movement with a fear of learning
The future isn't ours to hoard
There's so many sworn in
Turn in their hearts and shave their heads
Pledge allegiance to the cult of ignorance
Disdain
Deride
They see red when they see
Anything that doesn't fit the narrative
Of self interest
The barricades they build
To use their warped pride
As their prison
Anti-intellectualism
Steals power from our every word
There's so many sworn in
Another neighbour, another friend
Another buy into the cult of ignorance
This pyramid scheme
Trickle down simplicity
Feeds the perfect misdirection
To the disenfranchised weak
You can paint a target
On the back of anyone in need
Let the hungry hounds
Weigh their heart against their greed
Mute rage
Numb grief
There's only silence when we scream
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4. |
Paper Tiger
02:20
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Apex
You’re top of the food chain
Cast like a shadow
You’re not as big as you (seem)
Seams in the lies
Are starting to split
Can you feel your disguise
Starting to slip?
We watch you fold like a paper tiger
With paper cuts from your paper claws
You played with fire, paper tiger
Now we’ll watch you burn
Faithless
The people have spoke
Disciples have woken
You’re not the one they believe
(Leave) it behind
The kingdom you’ve built
You’re the fuel for the fire
We’re hungry for the kill
Ch.
For all your folds
You’re still weak
There’s no act that we have not seen
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5. |
Marketing for Martyrs
05:00
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They’re putting out a call to the weak
Gonna cure their ills
Not with medical aid
Or vitamin pills
But with empty prayers
A desperate pact
With the corporate arm
Of an invisible man
They know that sects sell
When you’re in need of a friend
They’ve been studying depression
Like a market trend
And the message they send
Is sins absolve
If you give the righteous hand control
They’re sharpening their nails
To drive the message home
It’s the billboard prose
For the comatose
Don’t forget to repent
As your eyes close
So you can let the burden go
They can’t sell you a life
So they’ll sell you a death
They’ll promise you everything
You desire
They’ll sell you a remedy
An act of God or a golden mean
There’s nothing left for you to see
All faith is blind
It’s like an arms fare
But the arms here are make believe
And your despair puts you in the crosshairs
They’ll steal your change when they cash your greed
It’s like a pawn shop, but they won’t stop
Until you’re broke and tired
The black market auction at the pulpit
Sells your soul as they buy your pride
They’ll sell you what you think you need
A cure for your redundancy
There’s no accountability on the other side
They’re putting out a call to the weak
Released from your confinement
First they starve you until you’re sick
Then trade the cure for your compliance
From a whispered manifesto
To a perfect act of violence
It’s a protection racket for the souls of the dying
You’re indentured then the pressure turns to force-fed belief
As the dismembered eidolon of your pride is relieved
You’re given focus and fury
Given eternal rest
They’ll find a life for your family
And a war for your chest
It’s a moment of peace
That you’re too tired not to take
You hear that hypnotic whistle
And you coil like a snake
You learn to lie through your teeth
While you’re left lying in wait
They placed a god in your dreams
Then disappeared without trace
So, you’re lonely in the only mode they’ve left to engage
It’s a singular rage
Built for a singular aim
Your aim is righteous and true
You’ve got his hand on your shoulder
You made their story, your story
And so, they made you their soldier
An Ouroboros ring
That they place on your finger
Vow they’re making you whole
While they eat you for dinner
How you pity the sinners
How you’ll sneer at the meek
You found strength in conviction
They just sleep
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