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Full Scale

Feel It

 

Feel It

(альбом: Full Scale - 2005)


Energy, apathy, becoming one thing controlling and numbing the minds of the
poor things. The struggle becoming a battle you've already lost to discover
yourself, as a pillar a structure, but what have you got? To defend to repel
to begin the resistance that never has ended. We live in a world in a nation
that can't even fly it's own flag. We hang on to the past, with its
brutality and division. Why cant you just make a decision? The future is
yours. It's not theirs. It's not gods. It's not anyone's who presumes to own
you or the thoughts that make an original, shift all the subliminal brain
massage from the rich man's poet who's bright lights will lure your weakness.
Just keep the guns locked out of reach of the Children. Keep the guns locked
out of reach!

Can't you see you're breaking me
Can't you see you're faking me

Feel It
Can't You Feel It
Can't You Feel It
Can't You Feel That They've Failed You?

You're slowing the drugs in your veins are numbing every pain, every twinge,
every singe from the fire of globalization, you're warming your hands on the
bodies of children that learn so that MacDonald's can jack their yearly gross
earnings if it wasn't real it would seem to absurd. The fear grows, the fuse
blows on just one more bomb set by extremists that could have been me or
been you. A push or a shove when a smile or some love would have helped out
that kid off his face on his dexies, his parents shove down his throat so
they don't have to divert their attention from making their quota or buying
that sofa that's just oh so comfy. As all the porn pours in vein the Nike
channel, just keep your guns locked so very far out of reach!

They've Failed You
Breaking Me Down With Their Holy Water

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