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HARAPPA
05:57
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Insights, opening doors,
Insides, oceans of thought,
Winds waves bring fog therefore,
Truth lies beyond the shore,
The waves ignore the shapes,
It's you who must transform
Into the commodore,
Master of sea,
Strikes fear inside,
Can't see sometimes beyond the shore,
What is truth from ruse,
Interpreting,
Before we see what lies,
Don't see inside,
3 eyes see through
A passion meets its tool
The waves, they crash in you
We tend to contrive
Take pride,
Survived,
To die,
In a role,
Not your own
(Validation through, deformed vocation, choose)
(9 to 5)
Let go the me,
Society over thee,
(It's hard to thrive)
Let go of thee,
A society over me,
Let go, let go of me,
A society over thee,
Let go of thee,
Society tis of me,
Indra open your eyes cry,
Flow,
All growth starves for the,
(We failed, to nurture ourselves,
Planted our time into wealth,
Wealth that you'll never see,
Starve the valley for greed)
The waves ignore the shapes,
It's you who must transform
Into the commodore,
Master of sea,
Products of captivity,
Taught to never leave the shore
Plunge into your mystery,
The waves devouring for sure
And we are the waves,
Been en-slaved for gains,
Crashing is pain,
(Insights, open the doors
Insides, oceans of thought
Winds waves bring fog therefore
Truth lies beyond the shore)
Don't get stuck,
Get in,
Drift,
Hungry heart,
The waves within,
You can be it ,
But don't believe it,
With eyes closed, a cog
3 opened eyes,
Mean better sight,
See the open door,
Let go of the oar,
Go through,
Can you?
We,
Stop and we go,
Within our row,
Led by machine,
We are the dream,
Just out of reach,
Just beyond the beach,
The door waits for me and you,
Only the brave step through,
No follow system leads,
Transcend,
Your waves crash free,
Beyond the door
It is you your waiting for,
When you look back you'll see how small
Or maybe you won't see at all
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2. |
MOHENJO DARO
04:34
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In between cold and feelingless,
Be felo de se,
Said misfortune waits,
In this Valley,
Alone
Alive,
Rippling wide,
Freeze if you're waiting on,
The answers,
To the tides beneath,
I'd swim, but I know I'm bound to sink
I felt stuck like drowning,
Always right below the surface edge,
Hiding paralyzed mind,
Struggling for breath,
In between cold and feelingless,
Be felo de se,
Said misfortune waits,
Indus Valley,
Alone
Swim,
Swim,
Or sink
Teeth been,
Clenching,
Then crumbled up
My bed imprisoned,
Locked me up
Winter's valley,
Everyone's cold,
Makes you feel like freezing
Stomach in knots,
For days,
Can't eat, can't sleep,
My beds my cage,
Waging war is the valley inside crashing,
Disimpassioned,
Thought anger,
But can I even feel
Swear these waves they'll swallow me whole,
If I don't (float)
Heart Rise!
Hearts stride,
Heart,
My heart fights,
Heart Rise!
It's in your mind,
Just feel fine,
Speech as if it's a choice,
Makes it stigmatic
The shapeshifter moves in close,
Who's to know it's face today,
Flood my lungs,
Then I can't speak,
I'll hold your name
In between cold and feelingless,
Be felo de se,
There's no happy place,
Indus Valley,
Those left, drown,
When found too late
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3. |
NUMU
05:35
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Spoiled flesh,
Too callous to discuss of the infection
We've become,
The very things that disgust us,
We discussed
Some wear lies,
Masqueraded,
And dropped in the well,
When everyone's looking at themselves,
Upon the screens in their hands
When past the point of no return,
(We're past the point of no regret),
Fire at will or be turned,
(Deformed art and budget tech),
Drug,
Island,
Veins,
God damned
Packaged venom sold as god,
The self disconnected,
Walk those tracks you made with pride,
Sticking tar inside,
Please just take my mind,
Sedated to get by,
Come down and climb white ladder's high
Bred through the past,
In fear of one another,
Money in one hand,
And a gun in the other,
Counterfeit heroes,
Tell you where you fit,
A world of hoax,
Play your role
We asked for this,
We the living dead,
Necropolis,
This deformed world
When past the point of no return,
(We're past the point of no regret),
Fire at will or be turned,
(Deformed art and budget tech),
Race,
Bate,
Feels,
Got them,
Sick with negativity,
Constantly nauseous,
Vomit my infectious plague,
All over my feed,
Starving to read,
And when it's feeding time you can bet we eat,
Spreading our disease,
Slept through the past
In fear of learning further,
Connectivity in one hand,
While disconnecting the other
Feeding our narcissistic ways,
Infecting all the babes,
Distracted amongst ourselves,
Such petty wars offer no brace,
To our breaks,
Why shoot your mouth for a rise?
Point it at the powerful or be a zealot in disguise,
As introspective,
Let me,
Offer a perspective,
A sum of violence & currency,
Is order and supremacy,
A dead Island of weaponized privilege
Counterfeit heroes,
Tell you where you fit
A world of hoax,
Play your role
We asked for this,
We the living dead
Necropolis,
This deformed world
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4. |
LA VENTA
05:27
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Refs function in,
Black destruction,
Reconstruct,
Claim equal justice
We've been,
Patient so long
Just to join the human races,
Centrals kept us in cages,
Color labeled,
Black,
The color,
Of the gun,
That kills us,
Keep
Peace live from Propriety,
Tribute races have begun,
A checkpoint lane the debaser,
Toll the racer,
Judged inhumane,
And martial be that lane,
Thy kingdom reign,
Thy central profits off the gains,
Of lock em up,
Speak no such
They're dangerous,
Who tends to us,
When blue refs come to dissemble?
It's mental,
Colors of genocide,
Races meant to divide,
(On your mark, get set go)
Don't let my dying stop procedure,
I,
The skin trigger that made you pull so eager
It's your call,
You referee
System's mandible,
Swallowing whole,
Our brethren and children,
Instilling a fear to take the wheel
Steering what's next to come
Move round racers,
Pass one, trail one,
Move round racers,
The race,
Endless,
So who's won,
But the teeth?
Of the mandible,
Champing at the bit,
At its riving of a unity,
And the crowd roars "recommit",
You're guilty
You don't regulate you pull drive-by's,
Trading stakes and ropes for a gun and badge,
It's a system I will not abide
Weeping,
And watching,
So long,
Blue death kill us,
Conditioned to shoot first,
Ask questions later,
Yet just like us,
System victims
Black,
The color,
Of the gun,
That kills us,
Us,
Us
Colors of genocide,
Race is made to divide,
(A child in the park, departed)
Kill in the name of the weapon
Don't let my dying stop procedure,
It's your call,
You referee
Painting a genocide,
Framing it in design,
(Spray them down like they're just targets)
Killed in the name of the weapon
Please don't let my dying stop procedure,
I,
The skin trigger that made you pull so eager,
Such an artist when you spray,
You aren't the weapon,
You aren't the weapon
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5. |
DELLAMORTE DELLAMORE
06:35
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The plantations,
The plantations',
Thriving roots,
Bloody the leaves grew,
Bearing such strange fruits,
Don't hesitate
We ain't got time,
The path we chose is marred in lies,
Some say nothing's wrong,
Some voices ring,
But I can't speak,
Suffocating,
In' Glory's claws,
I can't breathe,
The plantations,
The plantations',
Thriving roots,
Cotton sewn into,
Old Glory's true face
Don't hesitate,
We ain't got time
Don't hesitate,
Don't hesitate,
Don't hesitate,
No,
Cause time won't
Paint me, O, the colors of distinction
You swore you couldn't see,
Then let whiteness subjugate me,
All these little things make the lexicon we're building,
That system's an infection,
Values lost in complexion,
In working class invention
Made it out the fields,
To wear more brands,
Been enslaved again,
Fund our own oppression,
Is it worth the gains,
Walk through the land of gun,
You might not survive
Don't hesitate,
We ain't got time,
The path we rode is marred in lies,
Don't hesitate,
We ain't got time,
Never this time again to rise,
So come and face the rise!
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Cyderian Son New York, New York
Cyderian Son is a progressive post-hardcore band from the NYC area.
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