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Lyrics:

How cheap can a little life be?
Born to suffer, cradled by filth
For cornucopias and profit
In failures of the imagination 

Gains, no margins!
Orthodox saints but failed sacraments
The antithesis of imperative
As morality becomes relative 

||:To feel, to face, embrace; we calculate your price:||

Extradite your ludicracy
Share a little piece of lucracy!
Feeble hands can feel no shame
When worthless lives can't shift blame

||:To feel, to face, embrace; we calculate your price:||

||:So righteous, afraid 
As their faces melt away
Your price is to be paid
In blood, and tears, graves:||

||:So helpless, afraid 
As their faces melt away
Your price is to be paid
In blood, and tears, graves:||

Black Market Groove - Calculus

Written, arranged & recorded by Black Market Groove in 2012.

Lyrics:
The unrelenting voice of the little man inside
Is giving you no choice but to turn against the tide
It’s a force to be reckoned with; the power to decide
The nerve to cut your own path, to follow or decline

The sickness of the people
This burden of every man
Hell bent on becoming what ever you can

Forced into submission but programmed to disobey
A hopeless coalition but not one that’s here to stay
Free men, free thoughts, free words and free ideals 
No man, no one can take that choice away

It is a victory;
Our moral injuries

Moral Injuries

Written, arranged & recorded by Black Market Groove in 2012.

Lyrics:
This is a confession 
About all oppression
An assault on your way of life
Your abuse of control
Is losing its roll
Prepare for the oncoming strife

False! Your words and your laws are poison
Verdict! You are accountable, and soon to fall

Heads up! Hear that roar?
It’s your fucking wakeup call
Fuck off! We’re afraid no more
It’s your fucking wakeup call

An explicit mind
A contradiction
Tearing down your fiction
A clash with reality 
From here till infinity 
It’s clear that your system has failed


Wakeup Call

Written, arranged & recorded by Black Market Groove in 2012.

Lyrics:
Take a shower, shit and shave
Too little, too late, due date, no more
No fucking more
Murder! Where’s my coffee?
I´m drowning in a pool of apathy

Stress born desk society
No end of anxiety

I’m confined and undermined
All the time
By deadlines
Without pain there is no gain
Or so they claim 
Brain pain

Slave to my salary
My boss is kicking me
Pencil pushing bureaucracy
Burnout! Where´s my whiskey
I’m drowning in a pool of my own pee


Deadlines

Written, arranged & recorded by Black Market Groove in 2012.

Lyrics:
Too much is too much
Its fun but I’m wrong
I’m lying in a pool of myself 
My hands are shaking
I’ve got to have a brake
These seasons are making me regret;

All I’ve pushed away 
All I’ve hurt
For what I stole
Left in the dirt
All I took but never gave
I left my loved ones in a hollow grave

I’ve got a monkey on my shoulder
With an ice-pick in it’s hand
It’s chiseling away at my brain
The devil is in my blood
Running round and round
Driving me insane

Pain-game
Living a half-life and I’m to blame
Pain-game
My fault, stuck in a frame 

Paingame

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Rambage- Marseilles

5. Tohu Wa-Bohu

The fires are burning
Obstinacy is chosen
By demons we are driven
Wisdom in flames

Fortunes of birth
An accident of mirth
The ones that are chosen
Are set loose on earth

Faith no more
Earth is our whore
In the end of times -
A new world order rises
From the dust
And to the dirt
Forged in blood
By the sacrifice of myriads

Stand in the ashes of a million dead souls
Silence – your answer
Where did we go wrong?
Give up on our children
For the good of the strong?

War is peace
Freedom is slavery
Ignorance is strength
Unseen, unformed

What about freedom, what about beauty, what about truth, what about love?

All hail the new king of kings
All will bow to the new king of kings

Tohu Wa-Bohu

3. Loyalty and Confirmation

Come to our fate
My children of hate
Feel the joy, take the pride
Stand by my side
Manifest your destiny in borderline obsession
Take your pride in acts undone, but felt as one possession

There is no limitation
To the failure of imagination
Watch as the books are burning
But the pages keep on turning
In our minds the cause is right
When you kill rats you do not spare the children
The first stones are thrown
And the seeds of hate are sown

Feel pages turn
Feel rage burn

Come back to the faith
To the people that you hate
Feel the joy and pride
Stand by their side?

Come my child 
Give your mind
Help you see
Make you free

Loyalty And Confirmation

2. Obedience

There is a societal tension
That requires intervention
The unwanted acting up again
What to do when everyone is afraid?

Who is right, who is wrong, who is to say?
When the streets are reeking with sweat and fear.

They are the natural enemy
Despising the order we bring
Round them up, tag them, bag them
Fist of the law to pacify them

There are no guilt free solutions
Responsibility becomes my contribution –
Steady yourself, see the plan
Focus on the mission at hand

They are all the same
Chaos with a different name
Control – the only way
I will make you unafraid

They are the natural enemy
Despising the order we bring
Round them up, tag them, bag them
Fist of the law to pacify them

The ones we blame are all the same in my eyes
Their eyes are filled with ignorance and hatred
The ones I blame are all the same
Their faces are filled with ignorance and hatred

Obedience

1. Us and Them

Us and them
Divide the children
Feed the beast
Be released

As your subconscious mind
is still undefined
Divided by our teachers’ hand
Who drew new lines in the sand

Confined, confused by changing rules
Though not to question but obey
All we know – how to be ruled
Conform in the face of authority

Pride, prejudice, conformity
Hate, prejudice, conformity

Identities, battered and broken
The elders have spoken - All feeling is lost
Blame, shared on our shoulders
Then shrugged off and left in the dust

The presence, the essence of hierarchy - comforting, warm and secure
Their actions were justified as they preyed on the weak as never before

Us and them
Divide the children
Feed the beast
Be released

Us And Them

4. The Bystanders Dilemma

She stands apathetic and calm
Undecided, on moral high ground
No one, nowhere, no way
No autonomy to go all the way

Face down, beaten, and bound
Freedom lies without a sound
First the makers, then the mothers
Now time for all the others

Brainwashed, socialized
She believed all their lies
No one, nowhere, no way
No authority to make her stay

The fumes of freedom now beckon her
First the makers, then the mothers
Now time for all the others

Keep my peace
Despise the leash
Still appeased?

Let them drown
Without a frown
Burn the crown

Thorns of sacrifice
As freedom takes its price

Black Market Groove

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