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Carlos Bonna - Drugget (Original Mix) [SL Records] Carlos Bonna - Welcome Back - The Album https://soundcloud.com/carlosbonnadj SL Records Beatport: http://www.beatport.com/release/welcome-back/975476
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http://www.epictv.com In today's Surf Report, Sharpy from Surf Photo lends his words to Dave in a clever article entitled, "The Fix" - if you've ever surfed ...
Hola amigos pues aqui les traigo un corto video.. jugando wow.. Jugador: @Drugget Suscribete y dale me gusta al video. ----------------------------------------------------- Servidor : Pandashan Reino : Hellscream -------------------------------------------- Skype : produccionescabrera
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April 23, 2011 Ke$ha- Your Love is My Drug Get Sleazy Tour Orlando, Florida Downtown Disney- House of Blues.
Your Love Is My Drug!
Hola amigos wapisimos...y wapisimas.. Un video mas de nuestro queridisimo aburrimiento ¬¬ Jaja no mentiras espero que disfruten y gosen de este video.. suscribete y dale Me gusta..
What does drugget mean? A spoken definition of drugget. Intro Sound: Typewriter - Tamskp Licensed under CC:BA 3.0 Outro Music: Groove Groove - Kevin MacLeod (incompetech.com) Licensed under CC:BA 3.0 Intro/Outro Photo: The best days are not planned - Marcus Hansson Licensed under CC-BY-2.0 Book Image: Open Book template PSD - DougitDesign Licensed under CC:BA 3.0 Text derived from: http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/drugget Text to Speech powered by TTS-API.COM
This video shows you how to pronounce Drugget
Este es el video officila de drugget lin del 2010 espero que les guste.
Morocco play Love is the Drug & Get it On.
Ke$ha performs Your Love is my Drug in Davis on September 13, 2011. There are balloons!
What ho scoundrels! If life's taken a plunge, or your wives are chasing you about with a shotgun, bung a bit of this in your system, and put a glorious grin ...
The Brittas Empire s04e07 The Chop Gordon is teaching the staff how to play the 'Game of Life' which actually is a real game. Then Councillor Drugget arrives to the centre and tells Gordon that he is going to be given the sack. Gordon is cross and ignores him, then Councillor Drugget finds out that Helen borrowed £300 pounds for a dog that then causes trouble around the centre. Now Gordon has to choose: either he quits his job or Helen goes to jail. IMDB: http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0101054/ Wikipedia: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Brittas_Empire Series 1: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jGR4apxo1No&list;=PL4kW9ynp32lPLep80Yjo4yd6dDaenJNG3 Series 2: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VlkKulA0fco&list;=PL4kW9ynp32lPvMYrLUIdXzYp5GrAqoJVV Series 3: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8gQ5qCdkxJ4&list;=PL4kW9ynp32lNxJKOlzv4YdyjLLtnK8Oce Series 4: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R2cC9W-DL_o&list;=PL4kW9ynp32lPE0VZkzHZKc9PxvHC--r0K Series 5: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8MnaxYElm3g&list;=PL4kW9ynp32lNOZl3Moe9xo4uV655-FD8P Series 6: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vvfRAFjru_M&list;=PL4kW9ynp32lM37cv8boFX_yd6TKixnmze Series 7: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FTF2nTCabTs&list;=PL4kW9ynp32lO5fHS8Ta4HOMndNIvbicR8
Track 10, Face Up. Digging Dog, 2015. Twitter: @RonnieMizin , @DiggingDog Lyrics: Bridge Fresh drug, get high, fucked up, get low x4 Hook Oh, oh I, on you, I say, don't you? what's the same I say, fuck you Overdose, on my home come through all night long. Verse 1 Checkea my emergency landing, vuelvo a la órbita, sabes respondo una y vuelan sus incógnitas soy como un ave sin rumbo, no un buitre carroñero, apuesto por lo busco, busco por lo que quiero sin falsas tintas, homie, aquí la vida es más sencilla distinto es encontrar al cabrón que sea tu pesadilla si ese es mi título, lo siento voy a defenderlo, No worries and look at me now, estoy tocando el cielo fresh drug, keep flying, hoy la calle es nuestra, con ya minutos de ventaja como el Nesta ceros en mi cartera pero en mi visera dope dope-boyz, necesarios, como ver el sol, look Bridge Fresh drug, get high, fucked up, get low x4 Hook Oh, oh I, on you, I say, don't you? what's the same I say, fuck you Overdose, on my home come through all night long. Verse 2 todo el mundo quiere lo mismo, un 6 para cada dado, todos no luchan lo mismo y aquí están, los resultados todo lo que veo, lo que hay, es egoísmo, y claro no puedes sacar nada bueno, compi, de ese palo ya me centro en flotar, ni veo el horizonte, más allá de este humo, bottles and hoes sin cortes oh. es el sonido que les traigo, mama, oh. vivo el presente y fuck, al mañana All I want is worst, all I feel is thirst, rollin, 'round my city All I need is work and all I creep is hate hey, come and get it Look at the stars and you’ll get looking at me, tell, you do remind how could this overdose be, swell Bridge Fresh drug, get high, fucked up, get low x4 Hook Oh, oh I, on you, I say, don't you? what's the same I say, fuck you Overdose, on my home come through all night long. All night long.. ---------------------------------------------------------------QΣD------------------------------------------------------------------
Finally... You get behind the scenes of a DruggedChicken set :)
The Brittas Empire s07e03 Http Etc The center enters the 21st century as Brittas has everything computerized, which causes huge problems. Drugget is convinced it is a waste of money and will be Brittas' downfall. Helen's therapy course seem only to appeal to staff IMDB: http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0101054/ Wikipedia: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Brittas_Empire Series 1: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jGR4apxo1No&list;=PL4kW9ynp32lPLep80Yjo4yd6dDaenJNG3 Series 2: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VlkKulA0fco&list;=PL4kW9ynp32lPvMYrLUIdXzYp5GrAqoJVV Series 3: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8gQ5qCdkxJ4&list;=PL4kW9ynp32lNxJKOlzv4YdyjLLtnK8Oce Series 4: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R2cC9W-DL_o&list;=PL4kW9ynp32lPE0VZkzHZKc9PxvHC--r0K Series 5: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8MnaxYElm3g&list;=PL4kW9ynp32lNOZl3Moe9xo4uV655-FD8P Series 6: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vvfRAFjru_M&list;=PL4kW9ynp32lM37cv8boFX_yd6TKixnmze Series 7: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FTF2nTCabTs&list;=PL4kW9ynp32lO5fHS8Ta4HOMndNIvbicR8
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Woooh! That's the stuff they warned you about in D.A.R.E! Nixon the Anteater needed a pick-me-up and luckily Larson the raccoon was around with some freshly cut lines. But don't let this drug get away from you! Literally... Voice-over by: Dave Days Animation seen in: "7 Things Not To Do At A Party!!" by Dave Days (http://youtu.be/EIbcurSmc4c) Subscribe to get more Zoo University Shorts and visit The Zoo University Store: http://zoouniversity.bigcartel.com/
The old Irish-English expression "to speak drugget" meant "to speak well, but occasionally slip back ...
Huffington Post 2014-12-09... textile products and carpets, druggets, woollens, durries, cotton floor durries and rugs from 12.5
The Times of India 2013-10-07Druggett or drugget is "a coarse woollen fabric felted or woven, self-coloured or printed one side". Jonathan Swift refers to being "in druggets drest, of thirteen pence a yard".
Formerly, a drugget was a sort of cheap stuff, very thin and narrow, usually made of wool, or half wool and half silk or linen; it may have been corded but was usually plain. The term is now applied to a coarse fabric having a cotton warp and a wool filling, used for rugs, tablecloths, etc.
This article incorporates text from a publication now in the public domain: Chambers, Ephraim, ed. (1728). "article name needed". Cyclopaedia, or an Universal Dictionary of Arts and Sciences (first ed.). James and John Knapton, et al.
I like spring and dogs
and rusty screen doors
candle light on creaky wood floors
a good sunrise and fireflys in a jar, yes
banjo wingin thru the Pines
Way I feel on a home-made wine
And jug fishin' under a sky full of stars
I'm ok,Yes I'm just fine
Just wish the world would move slower
Or that I could go back in time
Well I'm just a down home southern
Lord Don't need nothin'
just enough to get me by
I was raised at an early age
When you shake a man's hand
You look him square in the eye
I'm a real cool old school
Don't you lie to me fool
There ain't a dang thing
About the day
Cause I'm a modern day John Wayne
Took my dad's last name
Born 50 years too late
What ever happened to an honest days work
Sweatin' hard in a flannel shirt
It's a fast paced red race
No givin all taker
Who's gonna finish first
Now day's it's safe to say
That a damn dog's got more rights
Cause the administration is tryin'
To rule the population
Folks we gotta stand up we gotta fight
Don't complain
Take it all in stride
Seems the old world it has changed
Almost overnight
Well I'm still a tell-all southern
Don't mean nothin' just enough
to get me by
I was raised at an early age
When you shake a man's hand
You look him square in the eye
I'm a real cool old school
Don't you lie to me fool
There ain't a dang thing
About the day
Cause I'm a modern day John Wayne
Got my daddy's last name
Born 50 years too late
I'm just down home southern
Lord I don't need nothin'
Just enough to get me by
I was raised at an early age
When you shake a man's hand
You look him square in the eye
I'm a real cool old school
Don't you lie to me fool
There ain't a dang thing
About the day
Cause I'm a modern day John Wayne
Got my daddy's last name
There’s a starry eyed woman.
Lives up the road.
Pick her wild flowers, oh and she tells me no.
I don’t know why, I want her so bad.
Guess you always want what you can’t have.
I guess that’s life, oh that’s just the way it goes.
Well you won’t get something in your hands that you aint never got to hold.
And I don’t know why I need her, she’s about to drive me mad.
But I guess you always want what you can’t have.
There’s a little piece of land, where I used to go.
The river runs clear and wild, oh and at times it moves slow.
Your man he won’t sell it, no matter how much I ask.
Guess you always want what you can’t have.
I guess that’s life, oh that’s just the way it goes.
Well you won’t get something in your hands that you aint never got to hold
And I drive past that old man’s land; I just shake my head and laugh.
I guess you always want what you can’t have.
I guess that’s life, oh that’s just the way it goes.
Well you won’t get something in your hands that you aint never got to hold.
And I don’t know why we need it; it makes us forget what we had.
I ain't no movie star,
No, I ain't no politician
I ain't no suit and tie
Lord, I wasn't cut out for that type of livin'
And some folks choose that
And I reckon that's alright
But I'm a fan of the simple life
I said I'm a fan of beer ice cold
A-wavin' at my neighbor when I meet him on the road
Kissin' on my woman in the moonlight
Yeah, I'm a fan of the simple life
Give me a good pair of boots, a small piece of land
A little old house where I can hang my hat
I'll be a happy man, yes I'm I fan
Of the simple life
I'll take a country road
Yes, I'll take a row of beans
I'll take an old church pew
With my family sittin' next to me
I said, a sunrise, sunset
Grillin' on the back steps
Pickin' on a good song tonight
Yes, I'm a fan of the simple life
I said I'm a fan of beer ice cold
A-wavin' at my neighbor when I meet him on the road
Kissin' on my woman in the moonlight
Yeah, I'm a fan of the simple life
Give me a good pair of boots, a small piece of land
A little old house where I can hang my hat
I'll be a happy man, yes I'm I fan
Of the simple life
Yeah, I'm a fan of beer ice cold
A-wavin' at my neighbor when I meet him on the road
Kissin' on my woman in the moonlight
Yeah, I'm a fan of the simple life
Give me a good pair of boots, a small piece of land
A little old house where I can hang my hat
I'll be a happy man, yes I'm I fan
Of the simple life
A fan of the simple life
I like spring and dogs
and rusty screen doors
candle light on creaky wood floors
a good sunrise and fireflys in a jar, yes
banjo wingin thru the Pines
Way I feel on a home-made wine
And jug fishin' under a sky full of stars
I'm ok,Yes I'm just fine
Just wish the world would move slower
Or that I could go back in time
Well I'm just a down home southern
Lord Don't need nothin'
just enough to get me by
I was raised at an early age
When you shake a man's hand
You look him square in the eye
I'm a real cool old school
Don't you lie to me fool
There ain't a dang thing
About the day
Cause I'm a modern day John Wayne
Took my dad's last name
Born 50 years too late
What ever happened to an honest days work
Sweatin' hard in a flannel shirt
It's a fast paced red race
No givin all taker
Who's gonna finish first
Now day's it's safe to say
That a damn dog's got more rights
Cause the administration is tryin'
To rule the population
Folks we gotta stand up we gotta fight
Don't complain
Take it all in stride
Seems the old world it has changed
Almost overnight
Well I'm still a tell-all southern
Don't mean nothin' just enough
to get me by
I was raised at an early age
When you shake a man's hand
You look him square in the eye
I'm a real cool old school
Don't you lie to me fool
There ain't a dang thing
About the day
Cause I'm a modern day John Wayne
Got my daddy's last name
Born 50 years too late
I'm just down home southern
Lord I don't need nothin'
Just enough to get me by
I was raised at an early age
When you shake a man's hand
You look him square in the eye
I'm a real cool old school
Don't you lie to me fool
There ain't a dang thing
About the day
Cause I'm a modern day John Wayne
Got my daddy's last name
Pressure to succeed,
pressure
Pressures to succeed,
depression
Pressures to assimilate,
pressure to conform
Pressures that begin at nine and never end at five
Like a vice with a grip so tight
we can scarcely breathe
With a weight so dense
I am the face of the despondent neighbor I am the face of the disparate masses
I bear the weight of my dormant anger I am the bomb that must explode I am the grasp of a malignant system I am the craft of profit addiction
I am all attached within us I am the mask of what we have done This banal existence has wound its way into tragic despair
A barren landscape of a ravaged world
Forgotten remnants of a savage war
Vultures scatter, buzzards swarm
Darkness descending from the heavens' scorn
The caches of riches mean nothing now
A scalpless skeleton wears the crown
Empires fall and all are equal in death
Peasant and slaver take their last breath their last breath
Hand in hand, time after time, insane despots
Execute by design, taking the world down
With them in vain, colors fade into a sea of grey
No in blindness, life stops breathing
No signs of life but the scavengers feasting
Every last ounce of sympathy, every last bit of emotion
Saturated with this bitterness and situations,
Stacked end on end end on end
And tonight there will be no resolve
For those who lay awake clutching their children
Listening to bombs drop and boots marching down barren streets
My mind shut off like a switch on a machine*
Rejecting all pleasure, denying all pain
Numbing of senses, body decays
Panic! panic! rabid panic
Caught in a shadow of doubt and confusion
Panic coursing through panic veins
Eager patients, we swallow with ease
Keeping us sedate
Panic! panic! rising panic
Like death walking, struggle each day
Go through the motions, fight to maintain
Panic! panic! rising panic panic! panic! rabid panic
Like pawns on a chessboard, we are directed
Shuffled, misplaced and used to build a barrier
Between madmen and their enemies
In the eyes, in the eyes of madmen
In the minds, in the minds of madmen
Peace is a privilege reserved for those
Who can afford not to fight in the wars
They created, in the wars they create
In the eyes, in the eyes of madmen
In the minds, in the minds of madmen
In the eyes of madmen, we are just figures on a chart
We are just barriers in their path towards world
Only a fool truly believes
Education to be bought and sold
Yet still we worry about make believe
Ivy leagues and secret societies
Of hallways and arches where everyone wins
Down here we are assumed insignificant
Pressure builds, ready to blow, flammable device
Set to explode, ire stabbing, never fades
Migraine fury, venomous rage, locked and loaded
Soon the snap, lost sanity, no looking back
Tolerance running low, day by day impatience grows
Peddlers of hope promising salvation, closing their
Eyes, proclaiming peace in a wartorn world of misery
Of misery, optimism is the madness of insisting that
All is well in a sea of disease, sea of disease
Do you feel the scalding heat? do you feel the urgent beast?
Do you feel the last hopes fading?
Clutch our chests and gasp in disbelief
Squint our eyes to see,
if we missed the fine print to small to read
Check our pulses to see if our hearts still beat
No help from anyone to help us understand
This confusion, this abomination, never ending
And as clouds darken, the asphalt swells,
and as the clouds darken, the asphalt cracks
The sky darkens one final time
Gears cease turning, the machines malfunction
What we deserve, what we deserve
We don't want to be the next in line
Used and abused then disposed of
In you assembly line of mass produced homogeneous dreams.
We believe none of your promises
And follow none of your backhanded schemes.
We take none of your offerings
We hear none of your lies
We choose none of your options
A fire sparks inside after a drought was declared
Ashes once dormant react and ignite
Chain reaction follows, reaction follows
Distraction on distraction, no tears will flow tonight
The corpse of the vanquished fight comes to life
Comes to life, what was forgotten now takes over
The mighty fools revelled in their victories too soon
Undead in our spirit to consume their fragile rule
Do you feel it? do you understand?
Do you feel it? do you understand?
Do you feel the hunger for the freedom to be free
Do you feel the thirst for something not so incomplete
As the sinking world we find ourselves
Forcefed to accept, as the stinking world we find
Ourselves repeating to reject, to reject
Do you feel it? do you understand?
Do you feel it? do you understand?
Do you feel it do you feel it, do you feel it
Do you feel it do you feel it, do you feel the hunger?
From hands that beat us senseless come offerings of apparent help
From mouths that told judges lies come pleas of disarmament
As we lay wounded in growing numbers with explosive fury
They fly the white flag at half mast
Calling for, the laying down of arms
Calling for a truce, they must be.
They must be losing it to think we'll just pick up our bruised bodies and gather at their feet
No truce, no mercy, no surrender, no rest, no more, this is war
The midnight hour near's and we prepare for attack
Conditioned inside and out to the point of no return
to what we may have been without all this shit we were born into:
Poverty, depression, power and despair
Conditioned inside and out to the point of no return by a world not crafted
by hands of our own yet still we march in step to the cadence of its
irregular beat
The damage has been done-
irreparable and all-encompassing
Nature is as archaic word that could never explain this mess
Worlds become obsolete like ideas and they won't have to burn the books
No motivation, defeat
No time left for passion , dictation
Pictures in magazines, dissection
Pictures in magazines, defeat
Lives remain incomplete
Marching in tandem, they come in drones
Strictly waiting with their strongest intent
Polishing their guns and boots
Searching for moments of truth, they wait for
Direct orders under someone somewhere's
Sure fire command, polishing their guns and boots
And despite all... despite all the cries and screams
And despite all... despite all the death and defeat
Watching closely with absolute refusal to see
Searching for truths predetermined
Salivating for action, for god and country
Eyes glazed over with fear and confusion
Muscles tense from anxiety and fatigue
Senses overloaded from constant manipulation
And despite all... despite all the cries and screams
And despite all... despite all the death and defeat
Scientists and profiteers sweat out another year
Of almost and maybes keeping secrets under lock and key
Filed neatly away from those who need, from those who bleed
You are a fucking experiment
As they claim no cure for their designer disease
And while military design takes on a mind of it's own
Discarded rubbish left to dissolve like a castaway
Stamped as a reject, sworn to reject, you're a castaway
No one will have you, nowhere to call home, you're a
Nameless stray, rules don't apply, no I won't follow
I'm no master's slave scarred at birth, bloodstained
Never sold, thrown away
No false salvation can alter the mind of a castaway
No regulations will straighten the path of a castaway
Antisocial, anti-society, we're all castaways
They fashion the leash, but I won't wear it
I'm no bastard's slave scarred at birth, bloodstained,
Never old, thrown away
On the surface we appear to comply only because
That makes us harder to detect
Under the radar, under the radar
Dismantling the plans, sabotaging the schemes
You came for us as children, while we slept
Robbed us of our youth, our innocence
Don't think that we've forgotten,
Don't think that we'll forget
You, you've got a number, you've got a name
You can run, you can hide but never close your eyes
Beware the sands of time, they're on our side
You came for us at birth with pills in hand
Told us we were unbalanced, told us you had a plan
Another institution, another padded cell,
Another induced psychosis, another hell
You can run, you can hide, but never close your eyes
Beware the sands of time, they're on our side
You, you've got a number, you've got a name
You can run, you can hide, but never close your eyes
Beware the sands of time, they're on our side,
Is it violence of our culture of death that keeps us from resolve?
Never knowing solace, never knowing peace...
Or is that culture only a projection of the violence in our minds?
Forever seeking fullness but never knowing solace
To never give up, to never give in
Becomes a vision of impossibility
A the bombardment worsens
Narrowly defined roles now easier to play
To never give up, to never give in
To the incessant intoxication of the senses
The allure of the machine
Is a full time job without pay
Fighting for survival
Can we call it life?
when the beating of hearts has ceased
Can we call it life?
with our days spent taking a beating
Can we call it life?
When our daze reeks of death
Strung up by the hungry hordes, left to decompose
At the feet of sheep, modern day witch hunt
Barbaric acts, scapegoats for the righteous cause
Scapegoats for the righteous cause
Crucifier, crucifier, crucifier, crucifier
Seek out targets of practice, each time feeling
More proud, bringing home the kill for devouring
Displaying heads as trophies, displaying heads as trophies
Crucifier, crucifier, crucifier, crucifier
Carry out the valiant fight with the morals of a
Perverted priest, hypocrisy is redundant
Might obtained from the blood of others
Demanding adherence to their own laws while
Breaking them in secret, on the surface is sterility
The filth is kept in hiding
Crucifier, crucifier, crucifier, crucifier
They juggle their numbers, they examine their charts
The sum of our ignorance, they submit their reports
Year after year, information is suppressed
After years of toil and strife and decades of debate
The equation is solved correctly, all scientists
Finally agreed, happily report their findings
Too late to turn back now happily report
Report their findings: all life will cease to be
The defeat of mankind lies not in their answers
But in the question that we never asked in
The arrogance of our waste, in the knowledge we refused
To retain and when the waves hit again, with baffled
Blankness they'll stare, clutching their possessions to their
Watery grave, destruction no technology could save
Blindly followed out of fear, out of
Desperation for something more than this
The remnants of a life once significant
The remnants of minds once thoughtful
The remnants of hopes once realized
The force of law, the defeating of all life
The defeating of all life, defeat, defeat
Kept in line for years and years
Patience, obedience, clenching fists
The force of law, the defeating of all life
The defeating of all life, defeat, defeat
The pressure's mounting, shown in our vacant eyes
Hardened by never ending stares and obstacles
Unsurmountable, unsurmountable
Blindly followed out of fear
Blindlow followed history
Blindly followed out of obedience
Handcuffed and gagged, bled until dizzy
Consumed with fatigue
Acquired from years of crawling
Closer to the edge of the abyss
Only to be kicked in the knees
Dismantled again
Our eyes strained, their muscles stretched taut
Teased by visions of escaped
Viewed through narrow windows
Of missed opportunity
And windscreens of regret
Disabled by morality imposed
By those who would dispose of us
Except that our last ounces of energy,
Our last hopes generate their wealth
Our last hopes keep us I wait
And our waiting is our incarceration
Born to the sound of gunshot fire,
Shells scatter the floor
And in the distance there's the chiming of bells
From empty churches where no one worships anymore
And the feeling in the air is a feeling of war
You can die in their hands but not of your own
They declared it while we slept on nightmares of death deprivation
Unable to put an end to this painful ringing in the ears that hear nothing
We can't hear nothing
But propaganda and commercials, sermons and machine gun fire
Loaded and cocked, the guns in our hands
Serving only one function
Only one function
And suicide is not an option: it's illegal and punishable by death
You came for us at birth with your proven techniques
For molding model citizens, forced us into compartments
Where we didn't fit in
Brought us with a full schedule of television and revised history
Classes that had us believing this is "just the way it is"
You came for us with grins and smiles,
Systematic persuasion and coercion that we might have become robots
If it weren't for
Our undying hatred, our unyielding drive,
For reprisal, for retribution, for retaliation, for revenge
The hunt is on, the war is on
We come for you in life, until death.
We comprise the backbone of this leprous body, of this life(less) from
Ambiguous and vaporous, it moves through us all
Saturating all with its foul odor of stale blood and sweat from our tired hands
that took out your garbage and swept your floors,
filled your orders and delivered them to your fucking doors
We carry the weight
As we find ourselves barely conscious, we struggle to our knees
Looking for a sign that says this is life, and not a dream
There is a sign and it read: "hope is the leash of submission"
Moral bondage forges it's cage, once again filling us with guilt and shame
Moral bondage tightens it's grip, once again crushing us with fault and blame
For how long will we carry these crippling loads?
And when will we unlearn the lies, refuse the cost and throw it all to the dogs?
Throw it all, throw it all, throw it all, throw it all to the dogs!
Signs statements of release Relinquishing all duties
Offer a refusal with no regrets
Sever the religious romantic ties
Throw off the guilt and the faithfulness
For how long will we carry these crippling loads?
Mouths hang agape and drool,
Mumbling incoherent anthems of acceptance and fidelity
Trained by clever men
Hell, hell is here
In hidden laboratory backrooms splicing atoms,
Reducing humanity to a study on a slide
With microscopes staring deeper into eyes glazed over by fear
And desensitization from injected violence and reruns of cops
With rods they prod at our culture: scanning for DNA
And an elusive gene that they can steal bottle
And sell for profit as the next new thing
Radiation settles, water turns black with ash and discharge
Chemical imbalance
Laden with synthetics, genetically engineered life end sustenance
Ingredients unknown
Chemical imbalance
Set your channel for imminent collapse
No reforms can save us from ourselves
A travesty generations old
A tragedy written in stone
Engraved on our tombstones that mark our scars on the earth.
Etched in towers threatening to obey the curse
The churning continues
Accelerating so that short of complete and total extinction...
Days of destruction follow days of destruction
Reducing life to such horrid display
That a redefining of words is needed
To explain the wretchedness of the endless tunnel
With no light at the end.
Only darkness following darkness swallowing darkness
Days of destruction follow days of destruction
The skin hangs from bodies that tried to run from a blinding flash
The children have no mouths with which to speak, were they ever alive?
An empty shell now stands where yesterday a hospital stood,
Medicating the sick with more sickness?
An empty shell now stands where yesterday a schoolhouse stood,
Teaching children how to follow orders
A graveyard of smokestacks stands where yesterday stood factories,
Mass producing useless products, mass producing greed
All that remains are the stacks and stacks of radiated corpses,
All that remains are the piles upon piles of our excessive debris,
All that remains are the skeletons of the once alive
Concrete!
The lights never seem to dim at night with you.
And the street lights are so bright.
They always pave the black concrete roads with a hope that I cannot describe.
Sitting at picnic tables,
Apartments broken and chipped paint holding doors and walls together.
Men and women crying alone, through windows, for no reason alone.
Holding on to themselves.
Heads on tables, I tend to hide my eyes all the time I think.
Just go home alone again.
We can go home together.
And so many times I watch the city and find a greater hope.
These relationships falling from themselves.
We look to the city.
Our great monuments are the broken windows and abandoned buildings.
I watch from my home.
Our ancient ruins are the graffitied underpasses I walk under each night.
Our great cities are falling right now.
We are falling right down with them.
Together.
We can fall apart together.
The questions and pesterings begin.
I miss this feeling.
Now it's a shame.
All I ever wanted was to remain awake.
Feeling alone and bitter,
Trying to push you away.
I miss this and you've got to help me.
All I wanted was to remain awake and spill my every last emotion.
When the scientists find our remnants, what will they say?
When they find our bloated carcasses
Ridden with sickness and cancers, what will they find?
And what... what will they say?
Will they recognize our self-abuse
As a product of the abusive hands that molded our lives?
Or will we remain, a mystery?
Deformed from malnourishment
Our blood coagulated and inced with disease:
The preservatives, the alcohol, the cigarettes.
The meat we gorged ourselves on,
For all those years.
Will they recognize our self abuse
As a product of the abusive hands that molded our lives?
As experts scratch their heads
No words, no words can explain the anger from years and years of being beaten down
No words, no words can relay
No words, no words can erase
Brainwashed, domesticated, bound in chains
No words, no words can relay
As the giant steamroller called progress
Mows down the last fragments of what once was
No words can explain the rage as another factory replaces another field
No words, no words can relay
No words can begin to say what would be said if the dead could replay,
If the napalmed children,
The tortured dissidents,
The publicly executed,
The burned villages,
The silent masses could
Cry, could scream,
Could speak...
Telling tales of tragedies for which we find no words