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Enough
05:24
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YOU’RE THE LIAR!
When will enough be enough?
Imaginary needs, that can never be satiated.
What’s the point of the game?
You can take it with you?
Result of this game
And it’s just another game
More rubbish swirling around the ocean.
When will enough be enough?
Imaginary needs, that can never be satiated.
Like it doesn’t mean a thing.
Another broken back or wing.
Doesn’t mean a thing.
Buy, that prize.
Buy, we buy, our bloody prize!
Can your values, be bought and sold?
Can your mind, change in a moment?
Change in a moment!
We’ ve seen our values, bought and sold.
We’ ve seen our minds, change in a moment.
Please don’t turn off the lie...You’ve turned off the light!
Turn off the lie!
Please don’t turn off the lie.
Turn off the lie!
This is purposeless, running around, in circles.
This is purposeless, running around.
YOU’RE THE LIAR. LIAR!
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Left for Dead
04:25
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What’s the name of the game, is something suffering?
When will we realise, we’re just a lot of eyes?
Staring out into the nothing, filled with something.
We place value judgments on hold,
For a comfortable feeling.
Where we say what’s right!
Where we say what’s allowed!
Cos we say it’s right!
Yeah you don’t say?!
We’ll be left for dead.
We will be left for dead.
We will..
We’ll be left for dead, forgotten eventually.
No matter how high we build, or try to hold back the sea.
No matter how hard we press, the ink on the page will fade.
No matter how hard we try.
The elaborate lie.
Where we say what’s right!
Where we say what’s allowed!
Cos we say it’s right!
Yeah you don’t say!
We’ll be left for dead.
We will be left for dead.
We are...left for dead!
Absolute, total, desolate, annihilation.
We’ll be left for dead.
We will be left for dead.
Left for dead
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We Owe You
04:51
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(We’ve all lain awake, at night, wondering...)
WHY?
Holy walk. Holy talk.
Holy books. Holy what!
You’ve just been wholly fucked!
You claim to walk the line.
The line which you have drawn.
But I just see a lie.
A lie which you have borne.
WE OWE YOU!
WE OWE YOU NOTHING!
WE OWE YOU? YOU OWE US!
No shame just break the line.
The line it is now torn.
You free you from the lie.
A new you now reborn.
WE OWE YOU!
WE OWE YOU NOTHING!
YOU OWE YOU? NOTHING AT ALL!
NOTHING, NOTHING AT ALL!
Blind obedience to hating any difference.
Life of service to mindless existence.
Death to anyone standing on the outside
‘Cause you worship, something in your own mind.
Your true colours, your true colours
NOTHING AT ALL! AT ALL!
WE’RE NOT YOUR GOD’S DAMN THINGS!
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Politics
03:56
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LIARS
Men must be led. So we are told
Animals fight yeah to claim that right
By tooth, claw, beak, bone and ...jaw
We succeed by politics, we succeed by illiterate vote
Boy do we suc(k).....ceed
Men must be men. So we are told.
Then why do the weak seem to run this show?
Cos money’s not muscle, money’s not...guile.
Money’s a cagey scrawny device
Politics in just a word - Politics is ....
SUBJUGATION. DOMINATION.
SUBJUGATE - DOMINATE
Bunch of wankers wasting millions.
Bunch of useless corporate puppets.
As we all stand so afraid. oh so very afraid.
Politics in just a word, politics is....
SUBJUGATION DOMINATION
SUBJUGATE - DOMINATE
LIARS!
YOU BUNCH OF FUCKEN LIARS
Politics in just a word, politics is trickery.
One big wilful complication.
Domination, subjugation.
One big wilful complication.
To Dominate, yeah to subjugate.
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Back to Hell
05:44
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FIRE...BURN...
Tortured souls, driving us all.
Tortured souls, find your way home.
From a fire, we were born.
From destruction, all of this has become.
Sunlight that burns, yet gives us life.
Earth’s molten core, sustains us all.
Tortured souls, driving us all.
Tortured souls, find your way home.
Light in the sky, burns and yet gives us life.
Deep underground, furnace begins to rise.
Furnace begins to rise!
FIRE...BURN...INFERNAL...RETURN
Light in the sky, burns and yet gives us life.
Deep underground, furnace begins to rise.
Tortured souls, driving us all.
Tortured souls, find your way home.
BACK TO HELL!
Total compression, end of it all.
Middle finger, from the nothing.
To the something.
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BULLETSCRIPT Cape Town, South Africa
BULLETSCRIPT is a Cape Town (South Africa) based metal band that pushes the envelope with an emphasis on solid song writing,
and intense delivery.
Committed to playing metal beyond trends, and with the necessary societal menace, that makes metal the music of choice for so many, in today’s interesting times.
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