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Can't Turn Back.
Face your hate, face to face.
Got the feelings in my blood tempting me to tempt fate.
You're in arms reach, I'm armed to the teeth,
and I can't believe.
Look into your eyes cold as steel,
knuckles getting tight and I start to feel.
Pins and needles down my spine,
the familiar grip of the beast inside.
And it's not letting go.
I can't turn back.
No running no hiding,
Face to face, you gotta fight it.
You can try, yes you can try.
But you can't run away from the darkness inside.
Neon lights and I'm losing control,
losing myself selling my soul.
So much time spent on the dark side,
if I saw the light would I remember what it looks like?
Devil wants to dance?
You'd better say never,
because a dance with the devil might last forever.
As he rolls away he's whispering that,
I've fallen and I can't turn back.
And he's not letting go
I can't turn back.
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Turn the Tables.
Exponential growth means one thing - inevitability.
Stress the systems fault lines, showing the fragility.
More people slip by the wayside, more cases slip through the cracks.
We poor have fed on rich blood and we're not turning back.
So turn the fucking tables and let the world burn.
Let it fall to pieces beneath our feet.
Turn the fucking tables and let the world burn
I dream a day is coming, when all the systems fail.
No rules, no kings, no cages, every man for themselves.
High rises evacuated into the panicked streets,
lined with liar politicians, throats cut and left to bleed.
So search in vane for your police they're hanging from the trees.
Smoke rises above the city, it smells like liberty.
So turn the fucking tables and let the world burn.
Let it fall to pieces beneath our feet.
Turn the fucking tables and let the world burn
Let it fall to pieces beneath our feet
So turn the fucking tables,
and let the world burn.
I'm rattling the keys to the kingdom,
as it all falls down.
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I won't Forget.
I walked alone in a world that,
gives life but then tries to take it back,
by any means.
But I fought my way out of this mother fucking worlds trap.
Claws dig deep, tight like a vice grip.
These streets are tools to take your life with.
But then you came,
everything changed, I got put on to the right shit.
Life will get you bent but you can make it pay,
long term strength comes from short term pain.
Life is parrallel to hell but I must maintain,
I got 99 problems and I can't complain.
Everyday I struggle to deal with lifeís heat,
Releasing all my rage through these hardcore beats.
Strip it back. The blood, sweat and the tears,
Push to find a purpose to stare down all my fears.
In one split second everything changed,
I won't forget what you did for me.
Cause you don't turn your back on the fucking scene,
that only ever gave you everything.
Even after all these years these motherfuckers still talk shit.
See if I give a fuck, fucking see if I disappear.
More than music, more than faith.
The life we live, every day.
One split second everything changed,
I won't forget what you did for me.
Cause you don't turn your back on the fucking scene,
that only ever gave you everything.
Everyday we struggle to deal with lifeís heat,
Releasing all our rage through these hardcore beats.
This is for the underdogs, this is for the true,
We will not turn our backs, we will see this through.
In one split second everything changed,
I won't forget what you did for me.
You don't turn your back on the fucking scene,
That only ever gave you everything.
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No Sympathy.
I watched you laying there,
your eyes rolled back, track marks up your arm.
You're already dead to me,
for the shit you've fucking done.
I should've done, what I could've done.
I watched you turn a friend,
and make him bleed.
You think you've made amends,
but not to me.
I watched you laying there,
on that dirty couch your life decayed.
I prayed to god that you were dead then walked away.
I watched you take a man almost take his soul.
I look back ashamed of myself that I could've done more.
No sympathy, for an O.D.
You're dead to me.
I should've done, what I could've done.
All I could've fucking done.
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The Struggle - ONE MAN
02:15
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One Man.
One man, on his way home from town,
done working the markets the sun was blistering down.
He reached his street and saw ashes, smoke and blood,
an old woman crying, it rained hell from above.
Who could he fight against, the sad truth is,
a pawn needs to cross the chess board to be deemed better than useless.
TSA stop and question him, "Sir what's your home like?",
he fails to mention he's a victim of a U.S. drone strike.
One man, grey suit blue tie,
wondering what the fuck had become of his life.
He started out premature thought the world should be peaceful,
now the flick of his signature meant the death of a people.
He thought he'd blister the system inflicting change from within it,
but the system twisted and changed his winston vision in minutes.
He gets an email 'Sir there's been another attack',
he puts his face in his hands and feels the weight on his back.
We live as prisoners imprisoned by prism,
under a tyrannical democratic political system.
Life on a chess board at risk of cold war recidivism.
The citizens minister sinister visions.
Sever the head of forward thinking to our social detriment,
perpetual war death for debt and investment.
I fucking hate this world we live in.
Our leaders rape us and we forgive them.
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The Struggle.
I've done some things that I had to do,
kept that dirty hand type of attitude.
Had to fill my pockets and hit the fucking concrete,
had to live some places that you'd never fucking believe.
But I kept on ducking and weaving,
conscience ain't a thing when you're just trying to keep breathing.
Retrospect sometimes keeps me up at night,
but perspective comes into frame and I turn off the light.
Swam the dark waters fought to keep my head above it,
so don't ever fucking tell me that I don't know how to struggle.
The struggle is real.
So fuck being fed from a silver spoon,
it might taste nice but it's no good for you.
Because when you're alone and feel the grip of reality pull,
you might not be surrounded by family but by ravenous wolves.
Sometimes the worst foe is that voice inside,
but it's only you that gave it life.
When the battered thought comes to fill ya head,
shatter it on the floor like Silvas leg.
You gotta take this life.
You gotta break it down.
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