1. |
Enabler
01:24
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No one’s gonna shoot you down
Look at the pedestal you've built now
You surround yourself with yes men
A counterfeit city under the sun
Enabler
Fuck You
Who shoulders the weight?
Not that you could give a shit
The bubble's never going to burst
There's sand on their lips
Enabler
Fuck You
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2. |
Doubt is our Product
01:41
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It’s a hard pill to swallow
You’re killing yourself
For privatisation
For corporate health
Your head’s in the sand
It's a golden ticket
Trust in a system
Built on big business
Now it's too late
You’re a dead weight
Shackled to a deathbed
Shackled to a sad fate
As they drink deep
From what’s left
They drink deep
From what’s left
Of your life
They want you sick and subdued
They want the aches
And the pains too
They want you sick and doubting yourself
They want malaise
They want you dependant
They want you sick and subdued
They want the aches
And the pains too
They want you sick and doubting yourself
They want malaise
They want you dependant
They want you sick and subdued
They want the aches
And the pains too
They want you sick and doubting yourself
They want malaise
They want you dependant
They want you sick and subdued
They want the aches
And the pains too
They want you sick and doubting yourself
They want malaise
They want you dependant
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3. |
Throat
01:24
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Boots on the ground
A boot on your throat
If you want to survive
What choice do you have?
What choice do you have?
Under the cover of crisis
Descend on the weak
With your teeth bared
Ready to pick the bones fucking clean
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4. |
Terminus
01:04
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Our memories erased
The catalyst remains
But the history pages
Are blank and frayed
I
Can't
Stand
The
Greed
I can't stand it
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5. |
No Glory
02:48
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All the hearts turned to stone
All the backdoor deals in the shadows
Won’t save your wretched face
Or this sinking ship
Now the table’s left bare
For the ignorant faithful
They continue to gnaw
On the carcass of hate
Forlorn
Under a tattered flag
No glory
Those days are dead
The old crones decreed
“a hecatomb!” for the rich and the wealthy
You bastards made your choice
You made your choice
Forlorn
Under a tattered flag
No glory
Those days are fucking dead
You bastards
You bastards
You bastards
You bastards
You bastards
You bastards
You bastards
You bastards
You bastards
You bastards
You bastards
You bastards
You made your choice
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Fatalist Manchester, UK
Blackened Post-Something Heaviness.
Email us at: info@wearefatalist.com
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