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This is a message to persons unknown Persons in hiding, persons unknown Survival in silence isn't good enough no more Keeping your mouth shut, head in the sand Terrorists and saboteurs each and every one of us Hiding in shadows, persons unknown
Hey there Mr average you don't exist, you never did Habits of hiding soon will be the death of us Dying in secret from poisons unknown
This is a message to persons unknown Strangers and passers-by, persons unknown Turning a blind eye, hope to go unrecognized Keeping your secrets, persons unknown
Judges with prejudice Policemen deal dirty tricks To persons unknown
Flesh and blood is who we are Flesh and blood is what we are Our cover is blown
Don't you know what it means when you hear the pain in a song ? I know what it means when you walk away when i sing my song I've got nothing to gain and nothing to lose and what you're doing is wrong
If you could just see the beauty These things i could never describe
You to me are The sorrow of tomorrow
Your petty prejudices Will again push you into maliciousness
The children all play clever games, the grown-up's give them clever names
Turn them all from very young on to the drug competition
Feed them t.v. every day, teach them just how they should play
Then for the ones that start to stray, cut them off till they obey
If our little friend is not the type to want to have to stand and fight
The bully boys will pick upon the lonely little kid
The grown-up's will look hard and long, then say he's got two feet he can stand on
They never like the sickly ones, the boisterous ones are much more fun
He'll find it hard to socialize
'Cos when he laughs or cries in the wrong place
He'll be chastised, an idiot to be despised
One step closer to the edge I'm about to break
You fake it so much, you are beyond fake Someday you will ache
Words sometimes don't seem to mean much Feelings from the heart that have been distorted and mocked Thrown around in the grand social circus
Up against the grey visionless robots who control our lives The things that we have to offer sometimes seem so frail As they plan destruction and gain respectability We offer our creativity and are made outcasts Why is it that the kind and gentle are subjected to violence and ridicule ? Critics say that we are just naive anarchists Hoping to discredit us with their labels and definitions
You're living in a world that you really hate Reluctantly you take the bait
Money, Money, Money What wretched inhumanity
Possession junkie, consumer slave, your objects are the subject of my contempt Brush chromed trash, plastic wrap, my life and vision is worth more than that Lusting for objects, man-made prefab, polyester lies I don't need carrots dangled in front of my eyes
Avoidance of self is what it's all about, pretence and illusion to avoid who you are Don't work on yourself just polish the car Cheap glossy surface to cover up the lie, cheap easy answers to the what, where and why No one really wants to get it all together, it's easier just to grab what you can Everybody's going it hell for leather, building little castles in the sand
Hypocrisy, delusion, lies, pretence and deceit Think only of yourself and the world's at your feet Well i don't believe the things you say, you defile the truth The game you play's offensive and your life's the living proof
With your painted faces and elegant style As you decorate your lifestyle with cheap consumer bliss How about trying to think for a while ?
You have this life, what for ?, tell me Spend it on trash, your ignorance appals me You serve me your morals, changed for a fiver Upright citizen, porn subscriber You won't print the word, but you'll beat up the wife In your ignorant, arrogant, terminal life
You have this life, you deprive me of mine With your twisted imbalanced idea of sin Revolves around money, how much are you bought for ? A tenner, a fiver, is that what your caught for ?
I'm sick of your pride, you think you can rule me With your crappy judgements from your respectable majority Majority of what ?, you self oppressed idiots i'm not going to carry you, i'm no compatriot
How many times do i excuse and forgive the damage inflicted by the way that you live ? I hold my vision against your oppression, your final defence, your only possession I'll show you the blood, but you still point the gun If the money's enough, or can you show you're a man
You have this life, twist and abuse it, morals, money and media controls it Can't you see the dead children, blood in the street ? Every fist that you raise is a corpse at your feet Every time that you are bought, i don't care the amount You are the rapist dealing in death count And you do this with mercenary morals, you trash You've been told about dignity, down in the pit Respectable working man, honourable wife A waste of energy and an insult to life
You talk a lot But, you're not saying anything
Making compromises, brave fronts, deceitful disguises Turning a blind eye to lies, just to keep it all together What do you know, what do you care ?
Smiling and socialising, endless philosophising Surface agreements, statements of fact What do you know, what do you care ?
Bargains and sacrifices, cheap tricks, cheaper devices Holding the vision, losing the sight What do you know, what do you care ?
Sometimes i wonder whether it's worth it I wonder who can see through it Endlessly searching solution I wonder how much is just institution When i'm alone like this What do you know, what do you care ?
I thought by now you'd realize There is no way to hide your lying eyes
What space is there for self-expression and development ? When over half of the world's population is starving There are so many things that need to be done But for the sighing and dying of our world But for the suffering We would be part of it rather than apart from it
System, system, system, death in life System, system, system, the surgeons knife System, system, system, hacking at the cord System, system, system, a child is born
Poor little sucker, poor little kid Never asked for life, no she never did Poor little baby, poor little mite Crying out for food as her parents fight
Send him to school, force him to crawl Teach him how to cheat, kick him off his feet Poor little schoolboy, poor little lad They'll pat him if he's good, beat him if he's bad Poor little kiddy, poor little chap They'll force feed his mind with their useless scrap
They'll teach her how to cook, teach her how to look Create another victim, teach her all the tricks Poor little girly, poor little filly They'll screw her mind so they can screw her silly
He's grown to be a man, he's been taught to fit the plan Forty years of jobs, pushing buttons, pulling knobs Poor sucker worker, poor little serf Working like a mule for half of what he's worth Poor sucker grafter, poor little gent Working for the cash that he's already spent
He's selling his life, she's his loyal wife Timid as a mouse, she's got her little house He's got his little car and they share the cocktail bars She likes to cook his meals, you know, something that appeals Sometimes he works till late so his supper has to wait But she doesn't really mind, 'cos he's getting overtime He likes to put a bit away just for that rainy day 'Cos every little counts as the cost of living mounts
Then they'd take a trip abroad, do all the things they can't afford She'd really like to have a fur, he'd like a bigger car They could buy a bungalow with a georgian door for show He might think of leaving work, but no, he wouldn't like to shirk He'd much prefer to stay and get his honest day's pay He's got a life of work ahead, there's no rest for the dead She's tried to make it nice, he's said thank you once or twice
Deprived of any hope, taught they couldn't cope Slaves right from the start, till death do them part Poor little suckers, what a sorry pair Had their lives stolen, but they didn't really care Poor little darlings, just your ordinary folks Victims of the system and it's cruel jokes
The couple views the wreckage and dreams of home sweet home They'd almost paid the mortgage Then the system dropped it's bomb
Millions of people in the factories and offices Aware there's something missing, living with their losses There's no fight to get to where they'd want to be Only the acceptance of dependency Wait in the shop for what you ain't got Lying on the beaches for the social elite Fear, guilt, abuse, love and moral truth War in your bedroom, bodies in the fridge Domestic violence, the tomb you dig
You try so hard to please the teacher, play it straight and toe the line You try so hard to win their favour But it's just a bore, a waste of time You wanted something from your teachers Something real that's worth your time But they let you down, they taught you failure
You sit at the back to cheat the teacher They've got you now and they want your future So you go on the run to steal back some time Kids from before you can remember Were chained to their desks but what's the crime They broke the locks, escaped the numbers Bunking off to find some pride You meet your mates out of sight Disobey, it's the basic right
You go where you go, so they can't get you Rush the streets like running water Remember what it's like to feel alive
Trapped all day behind a window Trained to work from nine to five Taught to feel you're just a number Forget what it's like to feel alive Your body's trapped and they waste your mind
So you jump the wall and break for freedom Where the air is fresh and the sky is high You roam the streets and laugh for pleasure Go where you can for love and laughter Remember what it's like to feel alive
They tell you to do it, grow up and toe the line They tell you if you do it, everything will turn out fine Oh yes, what a wonderful life, god, queen and country Colour telly, car and wife It's great if you can do it, doesn't take a lot Just means you must destroy what sensitivity you've got Well that's an easy bargain for the things you're going to get You can treat the wife like trash, own a car, a telly set Slip off in the evenings for a little on the sly If the wife complains, take her first and then black her eye
Passive observers there's no point just mouthing the words Shock slogans and token tantrums just aren't enough
Why should we accept servility as a bargain for dignity ? Why should we passively accept death as a bargain for living ? Why accept this robbery of life, why accept this pillage ? The rights of the individual are dependent upon you realising Your rights as an individual People are so easily deluded thinking they have instrumented choice When in reality they're nothing but passive observers
Passive observers do nothing but soak up creativity and say "Wow, this is me" Passively soak up destruction and say "Oh no, not us, not me"
There are those who strive for value and meaning Who search for reason and purpose Their efforts are negated by the passive observers Who are too easily forced into tokenism Making hollow gestures aginst the wheels of the juggernaut
Passive observers offer nothing but decay How easy it is to simply not bother