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Brave New Lows
01:43
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Who set the bar so fucking low that you think it’s OK to act like you do? You’re reaching brave new lows with your disgusting habits. You crave validation for the outrage, but just remember to act surprised when it’s kick-off time. You’re reaching brave new lows.
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It's Up To Us
01:48
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It's up to us to challenge and fight back through gritted teeth: to never give an inch or to compromise our humanity because we've seen it time and again when vicious narcissists take to podiums and take a liberty with the truth. It's up to us to stand and fight against hatred and abuse because lying psychopaths don't know how to tell the truth. And we can't wait until it's too late to challenge this despotism. It's up to us. It's up to you to say: "Never Again."
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Priti Patel (Exile)
01:29
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Unfeeling and unhinged, you need to be binned. Or poetic justice, but unjust as it usually is: to the van with you. And why not so? You fit your own criteria now off you. Goodbye, Priti Patel. Exiled. Roughed up and shamed, number 10’s door is kicked the fuck in as the dawn raids begin... but no-one objects because for once it’s just – "exile the crooked and corrupt!". Just to see the look on your fucking face. “No one raised Hell, like Priti Patel."
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Backfoot
01:41
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Looks like we're on the back-foot again. Why can't we just attack? Give these scum a run and fucking fight back. They'll never play fair or by their own 'rules', and the right-wing press use every tool to discredit and disenfranchise. They leave no stone unturned. Dirty tricks are used to confuse, and to keep the 'rabble' deterred. Once again, we're out-manoeuvred, and outsmarted. Has this ship sailed? Our fate seems accepted. Dissent is curtailed. But it's not the end: the curtain hasn't fallen. We're on the back-foot... but our spirit isn't broken.
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The Woods
01:48
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Wasted days and darkest nights. Aches and pains and cracked up limbs. My marbles have gone, and my hair is wearing thin. It’s a long way out of the woods – all the bad choices and hearing voices. Unseen and unheard, gone without a trace. I’m not welcome here – they don’t like my face. But I’ve found a better day with her light shining bright. Out of the woods and out of the night.
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Last Calls
01:57
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You're making it so hard to see it from your side when you're steeped in stupidity and wish to die in senseless defence. For bondage and chains. And while they're killing the planet, you sit down and wait. Last calls - to turn it around, to fight for our lives or even gain some ground. Last chance for a reaction, to give something back and take some action. How the fuck do you change when you don't know how? You're made to submit, to constantly bow to the "great and the good." The so-called sacred and profane. Some think that they're followers, but they're just fucking slaves. For all this talk - where's the action?
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Shallow Graves
02:05
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At the end of my rope, I think about ending it all when I look out my window and see the world for what it really is: a shallow grave. It’ll be a shock if you ever wake and see the world as it is. But you really believe in the sacred; the false hope that they offer, but it’s rammed down your throat. You’re gas-lit and numbed out – careful you don’t fucking choke.
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Feels Like The End
02:15
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I did too much and now I’m not coming back: forgot where I was and what I took and went under the radar. Off the chart. Polo nose, dead eyes and no rapport. It feels like the end, the whole nine yards. Am I going mad? Feels like the end. There’s no-one home, so please don’t knock. Down in a hole and I didn’t want to stop – I just wanted to disconnect, but I didn’t want this. Stuck in hell, no reprieve or release. Get me out of this cell.
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Toph – Guitar
Luke – Bass
Jon – Vox
Blag – Guitar
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