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Draw the shades and disengage.
Isolation.
The mask comes off and the pretense fades.
Isolation.
Seeking comfort from a machine.
Endless grind of the same routine.
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Don't tell me stories about fairy tale movies,
where cowboys in squad cars inherit the glory.
I know the truth.
Protect and serve, fallacy,
uphold pride and bigotry,
I didn't do nothing but still feel their eyes on me.
I know the truth.
Expect me to submit.
Kill all who resist.
Give a little lip and end up with a bigger fist.
Got a fucking gun.
Makes you stand real tall.
Knowing that no matter what, you make the fucking law.
I don't feel safe when I see you around.
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Woke to a nightmare, drenched in fear,
prone to delusion, it's all too clear.
Constant surveillance.
Disinformation.
Endless Data.
Indoctrination.
No one is righteous.
No one is stainless.
Total submission is not progress.
Closely conditioned to dissatisfaction,
ease the nerves with another distraction.
Undistinguished and undesired,
unrepentant and uninspired.
Panoptic prison. Under suspicion.
Watchful eyes in the midnight skies,
hidden forces, consolidation.
Suits and ties with the most to hide,
paranoia, subjugation.
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Boarded store fronts and empty homes,
package stores next to payday loans.
Trepidation, eerie silence,
midnight gun shots but there's no sirens.
Urban wasteland.
Nike's hanging from power lines,
remnants surviving on petty crime.
An epidemic of wanton neglect,
life and death over disrespect.
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Seats of power, church and state.
Foundation fractures under the weight.
Abandon nature for isolation,
summoning demons of our creation.
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Create our wants then deny us what we need,
build up dependence so we don't bite the hands that feed.
Systematic abuse of human rights,
observance of our patterns through iron sights.
Social formalities, a thing of the past,
historical documents treated as trash.
Silver spoon fed an abundance of shit
so the next generation will remain compliant.
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Predetermined consensus,
manufactured consent,
shouting down any voice that threatens to dissent.
Reinforcing bias and feelings of relief,
no harm in opinions until they become beliefs.
Tell me what I want to hear.
You better have conviction,
you better fall in line,
drop down onto your knees,
make sacrifices to the shrine.
Drink deep of the collective,
accept assimilation,
shoot down opposing views without any consideration.
Tell me what I want to hear.
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Blurred emotions,
a blatant disguise
casts a stone,
a glass house awaits it's demise.
Inevitability strikes and it shatters.
Severing ties from all that once mattered.
I'm so disconnected. What do I say?
My vision is hazy and I've lost my way.
Excuses.
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We're burning the borders,
new avenues for trade.
How can you tame it?
Through data we wade,
a digital age
so hard to contain,
no concept of boundaries,
or what that might pertain.
Gnashing it's teeth; the invisible beast.
No way to know which boundaries to police.
Progress supersedes individual needs.
Technology fanning the fires we feed.
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Brought into a world,
corrupt and unjust,
one which there no words left to trust.
Survival of the fittest,
only the weak submit,
while the ones with open eyes stand tall and never quit.
I know where I belong
-I'm fucking lost.
I know true happiness.
-But at what cost?
I know where I stand.
-The earth is cracked underneath.
I know my heart is sound.
-But yet it skips a beat.
It seems the goal's to conquer and divide,
destroy compassion, leave us rotten and desensitized.
What will we have left once empathy is erased?
Another withered minds ideals misplaced.
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released December 6, 2015
Recorded / Mixed / Mastered
by Tom Gardner at Rift Studios in Brooklyn, NY
www.riftstudiosnyc.com
Album Artwork insert from "Context" E.P. by Mark McCoy
