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why do you feel so betrayed when someone goes their own way
and follows what’s in their heart? just because they don’t agree with you?
you say ‘you should stay true’, but this you just disregard if they don’t follow your rules.
you use your sxe pride to act superior.
what happened to acceptance? no one is inferior. you don’t have a clue.
you say ‘you should stay true’, but this you just disregard if they don’t follow your rules.
what happened to this scene?
we’re no longer one entity.
there’s too much segregation.
let’s bring back unity!
if we just stick together,
who gives a fook whatever juice we drink?
it doesn’t mean a thing.
so, you, stay true to you
and i’ll stay true to me
and that’s how it should be.
oh shit no! we don’t conform
to your hardcore punk rock uniform
isn’t punk rock about individuality?
not conforming to a norm?
passion not fashion – actions speak louder than hair
passion not fashion – it’s time to show you really care
what a load of junk
being a clone doesn’t make you punk
it’s all about the latest trend
will this still be cool next month?
passion not fashion – actions speak louder than hair
passion not fashion – it’s time to show you really care
passion not fashion – stop judging my look
passion not fashion – cos i couldn’t give a.....
you gotta have the tightest jeans
you gotta have the hair
you gotta have the pretty pout
youth large hoody, check you out!
we’re in it for the music, not for popularity
and it’s pretty plain to me you’re all about the scenery.
another bomb blast, smoke clears, see the fingers pointing
at islamic extremists. could we put less emphasis on their religion please?
it misleads stupid people and fuels racism. shut the fook up,
islam doesn’t equal terrorism!
don’t let them win! they want that segregation that spawns from racism.
together, we’ll never let them win!
i’m not promoting islam, or for that matter any other religion,
but i don’t see why innocent folk should be subjected to such mindless persecution.
it’s not the muslim people, just a relatively small group of sick individuals
how is that a sport? look at what you’re doing.
sitting on your high horse while your beagles do the chewing
of a fox, or whatever other creature
you pick to make the feature of your chase.
stop! what are you doing? what gives you the right
to take the life of an innocent, who can’t put up a fight?
inheritance... that’s your excuse.
you say that your ancestors gave you the right to cause this abuse.
but wait, i think the fox has been here longer,
therefore his argument is stronger, so
you say ‘it’s cos they’re vermin’, but think about it...
humans do the biggest damage to this planet.
war and pollution: we’re the real vermin,
not the innocent lives that you are taking.
anarchic syndicism is fundamentally flawed
call yourself an anarchist, smoking 20 a day and getting totally pissed.
you’re not going to change the world like that.
that’s not going to change a thing.
what do you think pays for those guns and bombs. do you even care?
giving money to the government.
you’re paying for your death.
‘proud to be white’, what a load of shite
it’s only skin
proud to be black’, what a pile of crap
it’s only skin
skin is all it is. nothing more, nothing less.
what is that to be proud of?
it’s only skin.
i don’t believe that they believe they’re fighting a war for peace.
i don’t believe that one day soon this constant slaughter’s going to cease.
when the fighting’s done, when all are dead, peace is all that will remain.
when all are dead, no one left to kill; peace is all that will remain.
i don’t believe that they believe they’re fighting this war for peace.
how the hell can killing be for the sake of our humanity?
it’s greed for power
causing so much terror
and it seems like it’s
going to last forever
i can’t save the world ‘cos i’m a middle class white girl
sleeping on the concrete ‘cos they haven’t got a bed
living in a house that looks more like your garden shed
built so close to the water that consumed their kids and lives
hear the crashing waves at night, wake up, and run just to survive
charity begins in the pockets of the government
the fat cats will make sure that your money is well spent
and the roofs of these sheds are made from corrugated iron
if you want to know what that’s like spend some time inside your oven
if you kept your pet dog in these kinds of conditions
no way would you pass an r.s.p.c.a. inspection
everywhere you look, empty promises are found
but actions what these people need, there’s not enough around
if you really want to know what happened to your donation,
it got swallowed down deep into the guts of corruption
you say you hate them. who are them? i want to know
who gave you the authority to put people into category?
how can you hate somebody you don’t even know?
it’s such a strong word. it causes so much hurt.
stop the hatred! you don’t know my name.
stop the hatred! we’re not the same.
you say you want a better world, a safer world. but how can we
make that possible, when people like you are so hypocritical?
can’t you see its hate that causes violence, killing and rape?
your hate is the same as it all, so destructive, so detrimental
generation couldn’t give a shit
gotta have the bargain clothes. doesn’t anyone suppose
it’s cheap because the labour was? exploiting lives to cut the cost.
i know that factory uses people like they’re machinery, not as human equals.
the money that they see is not even a fraction of the price i pay, but do i take action? no.
generation couldn’t give a shit
generation couldn’t give a shit
and what if we could?
would the situation even change one bit?
i think it could.
maybe it won’t, but at least we’d know we tried.
i’ll know i tried.
that chocolate tastes oh-so-nice, so nice you just don’t think twice
about those mothers’ babies dying, cos of the sweets that you are buying.
that’s right, cos of a lack of education that corporation can trick a nation
into buying milk that they don’t need. disregarding life to feed the greed.
sacrifice my integrity for the sake of beauty ‘because i’m worth it’.
but am i really worth the suffering of all those lab animals?
and anyway, do i really deserve it? coating my hair and skin in who knows what chemicals.
your adverts don’t fool me.
buying your stuff won’t set me free.
your adverts won’t fool me.
i can see you’re trying to brainwash me.
in a nation weighed down by obesity, still you promote all your junk food shit.
clogging up the youth of today’s arteries. they won’t live so long, but they’re ‘lovin it’.
brainwash!
you’re paying them to give you a heart attack
you’re paying for the violent killing of innocent creatures
you’re paying for the destruction of the environment
and you’re paying for the hypnotisation of your children by their advertisements
all for what? a scrawny little burger that looks shit all like the one they put on the picture.
you’ve been had.
they’ve got you addicted to their junk.
if only you knew.
happy meal, schmappy meal, no smiles on the faces of the workers that slave in those miserable places, the animals that die for your next piece of pie, clogging up your arteries, encouraging you to die!
those burgers fund murder!
you’re paying with your money to feed yourself, but isn’t it funny, you feed them too, fuel their greed, so your junkfood-loving generation will never be free!
blood-spattered walls.
stained by the teardrops from those weeping limbs.
i see you hurt, so why make your suffering even worse?
knife. slice. flesh.
blood flows. swollen eyes!
sometimes i think those cuts hurt me more than they hurt you.
sometimes i think you know it too.
that knife is gashing my sanity as it cuts away your arms.
then you tell me you want to throw your life off the multi-story.
what do you think that distressing talk does to me, your friends and family?
why die? live.
why die? live your life!
the other country’s people are killing machines.
it’s ok to shoot them. they are not human beings.
this is what they tell you. that’s what you believe.
the propaganda you are fed has made you their blind slaves.
strike back! retaliate!
vicious circle filled with hate.
strike back! retaliate!
why stop now? it’s already too late.
but the other country’s people are suffering like you.
they feel love. they mourn loss. they’ve got families too.
this they do not tell you, so you just ignore,
the smiles and tears that touched these faces, won’t grace them any more.
too late? too late? it’s never too late!
you ask me my plans for the future.
i tell you. you say “ok, but what if that doesn’t work out? what’s plan b?”
i haven’t got one, no way!
why can’t you understand?
music is my love, my life, my reason for existing.
i don’t understand why you find that idea so hard to grasp.
you say “get a good job: one that brings in lots of money.”
9 til 5. bored to death. married with children… you’re funny.