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From The Blow
03:54
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My skin cracks from the blow
A thirteenth blow just to show
What they think I should know
I'm bleeding, bruised, on the floor
Still the copper goes from more
To thrash my body crush my core
A battle since the dawn of power
Passionate trauma by the hour
Society tastes so fucking sour
But our resolve is strong
They feed it with their constant wrongs
I know the revolution will be long
But I believe in revolution!
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Raven
03:24
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Force sexless of nothing
Envelope me in your void
Surround me with your blackness
Encompass this dark world
Esoteric happening
Love of the crone reborn
Flying through black ether
Living from known scorn
The yew calls this darkness love
Oak shines in the rain
Crowing from another realm
This underworld's refrain
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Is the point of life just to have more things
To earn more cash get super thin
buy the next TV, the right Asian food
Feed the fads, feel anew.
Is the point of life to drift aimlessly
Down the tow path with the family
Dress the kids in the latest threads
Then drown the puppies ripped from their beds
Is the point of life just to have more fun
Keep on drinking girl fuck everyone
Keep the vomit down although that seems absurd
Keep trudging through, don't speak a word
What am I looking for in all this fun
What am I looking for on the canal with Mum
TV is shit and makes me scream
I've starved myself and shaved pristine.
What are we looking for in the latest car
As we drive about poisoning the stars
Is this the peak of it our time here
Buying things because we're lost in fear
Created woes are now our everyday
As we take the kids to the park to play
Our thoughts are locked by those who know the game
Those who work against us, with no shame.
Keep buying things don't think beyond
Keep buying things and you'll belong
Keep buying things you dunno why
Keep buying things that make you cry
Keep buying things that make you coo
Keep buying things that manipulate you
Our thoughts are boxed our thoughts are holed
By corporate greed and those in the know
It doesn't pay if we search for truth
In the soil we walk on, in horn and hoof
It doesn't pay if we look around
At all her nature at the profound
Then you're lost in the world unknown
Despatched departed dismissed as stoned
Keep buying things don't think beyond
Keep buying things and you'll belong
Keep buying things you dunno why
Keep buying things that make you cry
Keep buying things that make you coo
Keep buying things that manipulate you
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Anarcho, pagan, gothic, psychedelic Witchpunk band from London.
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