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Commodity
02:30
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Its everywhere I look
and I still find it so funny that
their so anti-establishment
that they're rolling in their money.
Mandela told a lie
and said the struggle is finished,
It aint fucking over
Til the system is demolished.
I have my own ways
and my own beliefs,
just a manic little rebel
that is able to see that
Everything’s a commodity,
Its everywhere that I see.
Buy one and get one free,
complete contradiction to your beliefs.
Jesus Christ is a commodity,
Che Guevara is a commodity,
Anarchy and freedom too, it’s sad to see
these products sold out on the markets and streets.
If you wanna be rich,
Open up a church and
Steal from ignorants
like a fucking jerk.
If u wanna make money,
Make communist shirts
and watch all of the rebels
buy in and give yours worth
Everythings a commodity,
Its everywhere that I see.
Buy one and get one free,
You'll never understand how much
humanity sickens me...
Kill all the presidents,
Bomb all the schools.
Burn all the churches,
Break all the rules.
Its kills me everyday
and I just cant take much more.
Smash the system and smash the state,
until all leaders are dead on the floor.
Everythings a commodity,
Its everywhere that I see.
This world will never believe
that we were never free...
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Walking out
The front door today,
There's not much more
Left to say.
Its still
the same old same,
No change.
I thought today
would let me see
There's more to life
Than just to breathe.
Its still just shit
As far as the eye
Can see.
Walking in the streets,
Look at all this shit.
Get away from this,
I'm a part of it.
Chorus
Walking in the streets,
You gotta run from the scum.
But the sad part is
I know I'm one.
The kids
Are so boring today.
Same ways, same music,
Black parade.
There all the same,
Fuck them,
There lame.
So now I’m living
like a freak,
Sticking to the beat
Of the streets,
My arteries.
Walking in the streets,
Look at all this shit.
Get away from this,
I'm a part of it.
Chorus
Walking in the streets,
You gotta run from the scum.
But the sad part is
I know I'm one.
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Behind These Hazel Eyes
02:57
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A world so grand
is a world so bland,
a beautiful picture
is a reason to injure,
a land of opportunity
means broken unity,
a city of bright lights
is a sickening long sight.
Religions that seem to make me pissed,
I've realized they can’t coexist.
The rich and glamorous lifestyles
are the cause and reason for body piles.
The enterprises and corporations,
no employment but third world starvation.
The upper class and snobbery,
without them there's no robbery.
I see all these covered lies
behind these hazel eyes...
Cosmopolitan and FHM,
sexist products and patriarchal men.
SABC and ETV,
ensuring the people believe they are free.
Public schools and one sided views,
indoctrinate and brainwash the new born youth.
Local radio and 5FM,
bringing protest music and free though to its end.
A nice night out and cruising round town,
seeing kids starving and injustice all around.
Smoking, drinking, sniffing some glue,
just a few ways to help me get through.
A romantic cold evening, its raining outside,
but with sickness and no shelter, the homeless lose their lives.
Campaigns by businesses to help the less fortunate
by gaining in profit, giving fuck all, its bullshit.
I see all these covered lies
behind these hazel eyes...
diseased and hypnotized,
your youth has been eaten alive.
Infested by the medias flies,
you struggle to see whats right.
You refuse to fucking fight,
so you let your anger die.
You don't need my hazel eyes
to see through the crooked lies...
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Euthanasia
02:52
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Escapeful lust inside
Refusing to die,
Refusing to hide.
Sit in dead space
Surrounded by stars
And empty thoughts.
I sit here alone
And watch the earth rotate.
It’s kind of funny
How nothing matters
Out here.
I don’t want to go home.
This is my home.
I'm watching the owners
And people living in my heart
Blissfully sleeping
Till the early morning call,
To the norm.
I love how the stars crack
And how the planets
Seem to be your friends.
The fact that you can't breath
Doesn’t matter.
The only thing that matters
Is how the shooting stars
Remind you of eyes
You were once lost in.
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Leather Pride
03:56
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Tie me up
Tie me up
Tie me up
Coz society’s always got me tied down
Tie me up
Coz society’s always got me tied down.
It’s nothing but a conversation
Between leather, ropes, chains
And me.
Its nothing but an illustration,
An illustration
Of submission.
Take those handcuffs
put them around
wrists and ankles in fact
Why don’t you drip some candle wax
Over my body
And the small of my back.
Tie me up
Coz society’s always got me tied down
Tie me up
Coz society’s always got me tied down.
Its nothing but an understanding
Of how pleasure
can come from pain,
It’s nothing but an observation
And a way
to keep the unstable sane.
First it’s your turn
And then it’s mine,
I could do this all night.
The feeling compares
to no other,
just one more time.
Tie me up,
Coz society’s always got me tied down
Tie me up,
Coz society’s always got me tied down.
If they can kick my ass,
I can fall in love.
I like to play some games,
I like to play them rough.
Your turn then its mine,
Can never get enough.
The norm is so boring
Lets interestingly fuck.
Tie me up
Coz society’s always got me tied down.
Tie me up
Coz society’s always got me tied down.
Up,
Up,
Up,
Tie me up.
Shame, pain, gain,
Just fuck me up.
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-instrumental-
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7. |
The Lips That Pray
03:03
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I guess having an opinion
Is not the cool thing nowadays.
I guess ignorance is a choice.
Nobody’s doing things their own way.
I guess growing up is a trap,
It’s cool to not have anything to say.
Everyone sees youth as a number
Everyone wants you to be grey.
And all these problems
In the world today,
No one sees them.
And if they do,
They try to pray them away
But no one understands
That the hands that do
Are so much better than
The lips that pray…
The lips that pray…
The lips that pray.
Well, no one’s got the answers
But that shouldn’t stop the questioning.
No one knows what the truth really is
But that won’t stop me from singing.
Do what you can here and now
Before your end.
Why cant we all leave our marks and names behind?
Why aren’t our futures in our own hands?
And all these problems
In the world today,
No one sees them.
And if they do,
They try to pray them away
But no one understands
That the hands that do
Are so much better than
The lips that pray…
The lips that pray…
The lips that pray.
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8. |
Fucked Youth
03:18
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I see u banging your head
To the conformist beats
Lil Wayne, BMTH,
Whatever’s hot on the streets
You’re shopping at Jay-Jays,
A rebel you claim to be.
Well you’re not that much of a rebel,
look around and see.
Ye, everyone you know
is just like you
and if we don’t fit in,
We're discarded youth.
You obey the system
now you're brainwashed like them,
You all just want money
well I want you all dead.
You’re all fucked,
Fucked youth.
You’re all fucked,
Fucked youth.
Almost all of you are racists,
Almost all of you want fame.
You think you’re all so different,
You’re all the fuckin same.
You’re all so greedy,
and this country hasn’t changed
Ye well fuck em all
and fuck the state.
You’ve all got so much
shit to say
about other kids lives
and insult their ways.
I just cant take this
anymore
So ill shoot some down
With a .44
You’re all fucked,
Fucked youth
You’re all fucked,
Fucked youth.
Growing up in dirt,
I safety pin my shirt,
I skank and drink and smoke,
Until I’m dead flat broke,
I show my city my ass,
I pass out on the grass,
I wake and go piss,
Can’t get enough of this.
I know I’m just the rat of society
and I’m proud to say I don’t fit in.
Pure anger, anarchist anxiety,
Hooliganism aint no sin.
I drink Black Label
and I make my own clothes
My friends are whiskey,
Stuyvie blue and gin.
I stole your dads savannahs
and your moms papsak,
Im walkin’ out your yard
With a grin.
Just gimme one chance
and I'll teach you to dance
To Timothy
and Choking Victim.
You’re all fucked,
Fucked youth.
You’re all fucked,
Fucked youth.
You're all fucked youth!
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9. |
Misfit Love
04:22
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She kicks over drum kits
and breaks bottles at both ends,
She dresses in tartan,
her open mind is her best friend.
She said that it was meant to be
but he spits in the face of destiny.
The future doesn't mean much to me
just as long as I'm in it with you...
I know that it's silly
to think that it's myself that I've met
but I don't care, we have fun
and drink until we forget,
drink until we forget.
She said that it was meant to be
but he spits in the face of destiny.
The future doesn't mean much to me
just as long as I'm in it with you...
She stops me from wanting
to hit out a dickheads tooth,
I help her out with safety pins
to fix up her all start shoes,
to fix up her all star shoes.
She said that it was meant to be
but he spits in the face of destiny.
The future doesn't mean much to me
just as long as I'm in it with you...
as long as I'm in it with you.
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10. |
Infectious
01:27
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Homosexuality is a disease,
feminism is a disease,
free thought and charity is a disease,
Interracial love is a disease,
anarchist thinking is a disease
and I am the infection...
The only cure being
greed and apathy,
religious lifestyles
and white supremacy,
Money, wealth, power
and stuck up snobbery.
It's funny how your cure
is the thing that sickens me...
We're starting an infectious disease,
sick and tired of no individuality.
Kids are filled with bliss and materialist complacency,
revive the movement and bend the bars of this shit society.
I am a disease,
a beautiful disease,
an infectious breed
and your cures sicken me...
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Everybody wants to be a cat,
because a cat's the only cat
who knows where it's at.
Everybody's pickin' up on that feline beat,
'cause everything else is obsolete.
Now a square with a horn,
can make you wish you weren't born,
ever'time he plays;
and with a square in the act,
he can set music back
to the caveman days.
I've heard some corny birds who tried to sing,
but a cat's the only cat
who knows how to swing.
Who wants to dig
a long-haired gig
or shit like that?
When everybody wants to be a cat.
A square with that horn,
makes you wish you weren't born,
ever'time he plays;
and with a square in the act,
he's gonna set this music back
to the Stone Age days.
Everybody wants to be a cat,
because a cat's the only cat
who knows where it's at;
while playin' jazz you always has a Welcome mat,
'cause everybody digs a swingin' cat.
Everybody digs a swingin' cat.
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FiveSidedDice Port Elizabeth, South Africa
FiveSidedDice is a multi-genre music project from the coast of South Africa which was started in 2008. After attaining an inclusive degree in music having done a year of a general diploma in music at Nelson Mandela University, the journey of FiveSidedDice remains ongoing, and the sound ever-changing and evolving. The music of FiveSidedDice and affiliated projects is available across all platforms. ... more
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