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Keep Buying Things
04:08
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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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Path of Orchids
03:27
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The orchids burn and the juices flow
Searing my abdomen my cries aglow
From the wounds in my groin, the mounds of my pleasure
My prahna ebbs, I have lost what I treasure
Supine and vulnerable like at no other time
The chill through the window brings hope alive
The death god breezes past me and leaves to the fool anew
And from the inside chattering louder grew
Face down in the abyss with no destination vision
I fear I've seen what I'm to become - initiation into the final ritual
Five aspects, acquisitions lived
This path I know will take more than I can give.
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Filth
02:48
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Don't you touch me sir
I mean who the fuck are you
To even attempt to
Tell me what to do
Your existence in this time
Is sick, control and cruel
So get your fucking hands off me
You stole my life force, you
It's you who kills the children
You who rapes the aura
Of everything that lives
Created spiritual diaspora
Get the fuck away from me
you lowlife piece of scum
You not only took my life
You take everyones
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Rites of Hadda London, UK
Anarcho, pagan, gothic, psychedelic Witchpunk band from London.
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