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Clean cut appearance strong
Pearly whites guard a gate that can't utter any wrong
Family man here's a photo op
The faithful in your corner keeping you on top
Trust is the objective reach it at all costs
Truth is subjective buy insurance for the loss
Distortion, spin the purchase of immunity
Uneducated masses are a perfect opportunity
Propagate
Everybody listening
Captivate
Audience captivity
The truth is what you make
We won't call it duplicity
And/or Propaganda
It's publicity,
Publicity.
You can pretend that you're the good guy
and They can pretend that you're the good guy
and If we start to believe that you're the good guy
You'll start to believe that you're the good guy
Mandate madness
Rhetoricaucus
Talking pointillist
Deepest pockets
Lay your head down
softest pillows
the highest count Egyptian cotton sheets
a clear conscience spawns the deepest sleeps
beautiful dreams
dream your beautiful themes
scheme your dutiful schemes
for your loyal regime
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Sophistical apologetics
Logic leaping acrobats
Analytical absurd aesthetics
The heresy of facts
Sophist sung apologesis
Suicidal cosmetic acts
Warm in the glow
Feels like it's fine
It comes from below
The Synthetic sunshine
The canary has died
Still we're down in the mine
And we'll bask 'til we're done
In this synthetic sunshine
When the science is convenient
There's no conflict with its use
When the science is convenient
The information is abused
When the science disagrees with this
Then the findings are refused
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Ministry of Culture
03:15
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Give up the ways that you were raised?
Walking a trail your forefathers blazed
now overgrown
A world full of choice is a foreign place
Raise your voice protesting in disgrace
Are you hoping to settle this score
Fighting a lost culture war?
Stare through the haze of ideals razed
scorned instead of praised
controls erased new thoughts embraced
A world full of choice is a scary place
(Seeing fit to demonstrate
Your down-home charm is unsurpassed
though you can't recall when you last ate
at the table of the common caste
Are you grasping at the slimmest hold
A desperate oligarchic fold
Is your weight on a dated crutch?
Does it sink in that you're out of touch?
Will you seek the experts' careful slate
To propagate another lie?
The one about how you do relate
There are still things you cannot buy)
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His hands are old but his face is new
He’s not to do anything I wouldn't do
Distractions sought to fill those holes
when its time to give up those protector roles
He's maybe not aware the worlds a different place
If he doesn't see it written on my face
The panic that floods you with the strong force pull
When you realise that there's no control
And I start to get that I'm standing in a long line of heartbreak
Rummage through another day
We're all victims of these games we play
Riding home on the train
The earbud bleed saturates my brain
and I just can't seem to keep the pace
So I swear off the human race
another in a series of lonely nights
Staring off into a Great Lake of head lights.
and I know I've been standing in a long line of heart break
Yeah I guess that we’re all standing in a long line of heartbreak
Her face is old but just to me
Her smile's beautiful but cringe worthy
The whole thing wreaks of familiarity
And nags of what I maybe once wanted to be
She made my world a different place
And I wear those changes on my tired face
My hands are worn like my wary sole
Ancient veterans of no control
In a long line of heartbreak
Thinking everything I've done is wrong
Making mistake after mistake
And passing all my errors on
And every new endeavour
Dissolves or just doesn't take
Feels like I've been standing forever
In a long line of heartbreak
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We've been blessed with a penchant for waste
Gifted to ourselves in the era of haste
Settling ponds of the latter day
A rejection of how we were made
Run off on a colossal scale
A deserted ocean's systems fail
Ground water in a desperate state
In an urgent situation we are told to wait.
So be it
No going back from whence we came.
We grew up in the epoch of our name
trying hard to defer any blame
we lost the contrast between infamy and fame
and the distinction between pride and shame
Try Again
and try Again
When it's over it's over
When it's gone it's gone
We've been blessed with a penchant for waste
Prone to consumption without time to taste
Losing ground at an alarming rate
In a dire situation we've chosen to wait
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Ministry of Supervision
02:19
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Sure the world's in tatters
but if it's not in your backyard it hardly matters
Take the paws for the cause
An apex predator who can't get hard
In the grip of your spoiled claws
Who cares if its not in your back yard?
Seek out the alternative
Placebo superstition
When your greed bleeds a fragile niche
It seems you're in need of some supervision
Slice the fins for our sins
The natural world is our garbage can
Put a freeze on the bees
The pollination of a trillion hands
Chop the tusks for our lust
Redline until the engine's charred
and take the bile for the vile
apex predator who can't get hard
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7. |
Ministry of Commerce
03:50
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Motivation, there's very little that stokes the fire like
Compensation, an ability to obtain desire
Concentrate now get in on it near the source
Lies in wait and attacks with frenetic force
A world is spinning on its axis
Sources force us to compound
A world is spinning on its axis
And money makes that world go round
Natural forces, few are strong as abject greed
Holy orders climbing over themselves to get a piece
Liquid courses through the veins of the plutocracy
Stretching borders, the ever hazy lines of need
Come on and give me credit
Inflated, indebted, embedded and ground
I'm inclined to dread it
But money makes the world go round
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Off in the woods the dark corners unexplored
Hard memories pass the external is abhorred
Longing to be heading back toward
That familiar comfort zone
This frightening world seems so
Foreign
Back from the vast agoraphobic plains
Dark corners past but the panic still remains
Weary from these dark and deep campaigns
Wanting to be alone
Longing again to know
That familiar comfort zone
This frightening world seems so
Foreign
Waking up again and shaking
All traumatic dreams displacing
Softer thought attempt embracing
Pools of sweat, that ship has sailed
Washed up on the rocks left wasting
Tried and tried it always fails
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Armed forces
Squandered Resources
Everything's just fine, right?
Just fine
Always on the brink
always out of sync
Stave off and breathe
The gasses through your sleeve
You just have to believe
Everybody's gotta...
Everybody's gotta… Everybody.
Everybody's gotta protect
Protect
We all really gotta protect
Protect our interests
You can see through all the nonsense
Disproportionate responses
When they bring in the armour
And train their arms on you
The diesel smell endorses
The discourse of their forces
Of course you're scared
And they're scared too
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Perhaps we're out of touch
Perhaps it hurts too much
Perhaps we're doomed to be doomed
And once it’s all consumed
Seems like our graves exhumed
Would tell a tale of hardy fools
No one wants to make a fuss
But I guess it's up to us
The people are responsible as it stands
Live to fight another day
Try To stop the power play
It's in our hands
An end of life crisis looms
While drifting through the fumes
No amount of wishing, prayer or niceness
Will make our problems disappear
A price put on our priceless years
An end of life as we know it crisis
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Jordan Venn Toronto, Ontario
-Born and raised in Port Alberni, BC (South Port represent) by a logger and music teacher.
-Lives in
Toronto
-Version 5.3.9 (DOB 1980.07.15)
-Has written a lot of songs.
-Has done some low medium profile studio work.
-182cm, greeny grey eyes
-Loves Phanerozoic fossils
-Loves Anthropocene animals
-Loves pizza
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