You call that a Violin? ....I think you'll find my violin's considerably smaller than yours

(Lyrics) 

it's all good cuz I've only ever felt shitty
and none of this medication is really helping me
felt dizzy as I fell deep into the self-pity
come and visit and I'll bring ya down to hell with me

go figure, "life's a bitch" oh diddums
no women no cry fuckin no kidding
i don't care if you don't listen
i doubling down on negatives so it doesn't make no difference

it don't get no better than this
i'm sick of being so opposed to where my therapist sits
he don't see the elephant instead he's penning a script
then he sedative "I take it, it'll help me bang my head off a brick" 

but i don't feel it working
only feel a burden, self-doubt's the only thing I really feel for certain
only pain I feel's at the window sill when searching
for some purpose through cracks in the curtain…so




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pretty sure that reality is not for me
but the same goes for anybody who is not Tory
mob rules, i don't give a fuck I'm not horny
and the last thing I need's another fucking sob story

i don't need you to validate my misery
happily managing it myself quite literally
maybe you too are feeling quite poxy
but if you relate to me it means I hate you by proxy

i like oxy - morons more than most
the least competitive I've never been the sort to boast
I pour my oxycontin on my toast
it sets me up for the day that I'm even more comatosed

communication overload
i break down like a lead balloon but pay no mind to those below
but dance with the devil till we're dosey doe
my own shadow's boxed in with the rope a dope

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but i'm not trying to pull on any heart strings
I just partial to the catharsis that art brings
i'm only rapping 'cause I can't sing
and I can't think anything else that makes me not want to harm things

i'm not looking for your sympathy
or any infamy but for your info I think my foe's got it in for me
see, he fucks it up instantly
and this is him reflecting in the mirror pretending it isn't me

but i've got my suspicions that he's a cunt
like he's got some addictions he don't even want
like the need to keep feeding these demons just so he can keep breathing
and the reason that he sees his son

what will 2moro bring?
other than more of his own effluence that he will inevitably wallow in
another downward spiral to keep following
hoping it opens a pit of despair that swallows him

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poor me, yeah pour me another one
i'm a bit poorly and my pores are all full of scum
if you're in the gutter you know where I'm coming from
but i don't care if ya feeling it cause I'm fucking numb

don't try to cheer me up... it's hopeless
I already as happy as a pig in my own shit
I only feel pity for those who don't notice
that masochism is the M.O and their motive

so...quit while you're ahead
quit wining ya wind up with an empty glass of wine while ya lying in bed
you could be smiling instead of dwelling in a living
hell forever when you'll have plenty of time when ya dead

it gets tiring 
stuck in a rut doing donuts spinning out about how the fuckin tires spin
give me the number of ya beast and I'll dial him
I'll challenge him to battle with my tiny little violin

"The World's Smallest Violin" | Calligraphy

Everybody wanna be famous
wanting everyone to know what their name is
want to get upon them stages
other than that they're fuckin aimless

pretty much fuckin brainless
starting to think that it was contagious 
and the way that it comes in stages 
sort of behaves in the ways that AIDS did

still, they all wanna make it
want their name up on that A-list
but it just consists of names of people
who suck them dicks for wages

yet they wanna do what they did
so they're gonna do what they did
if they did it anyone can make it
who said you need to be creative?!

and if you can't make it, fake it
just as long as you make them papers
who cares for integrity 
if it ain't gonna pay for your brand new trainers?!

nah, it's overrated 
you don't even need to make a statement
all you need is some basic training
in taking a dick in ya anus ain't it?! 

bend over and slowly take it
you sold your soul to satan
s'pose he's already claimed his payment
that'd explain why you're all so vacant

nowadays nothing sacred
but it don't matter to a bunch of pagans
got a big enough demographic to aim for
they don't even actually contemplate it

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you want to get up off the ground
and no longer be among the crowd
get on your knees and start sucking down
or may as well give up now

oh you wanna be up in the clouds
don't think you gonna stay so proud
need to get on to knees and start sucking down
or you may as well give up now

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ah they must be greatest
ah yeah they're everyone's favourite
it aint even up for debate
it's on every single radio play list

but it don't really matter who made it
it's been the same for fucking ages 
everybody acting the same it's
only really the name that changes

rebrand it and then remake it
all for the next re-generation
generate at the rate of inflation
just been a case of product placement

i don't know how you all fall for the same trick
when it is so fuckin basic
really the only explanation
is the population is fuckin brainless

isn't it nonsense? shit!
bunch of imposter pricks
most of em constantly gobbling dick
and then posing for pics for their sponsorships 

it's sickening really clearly the style is 
more important that substance
plugging a product in every discussion
but other that they got fuckin nothing

to say though, as malleable as playdough
but the labels they know they don't 
have to worry if all of the puppets
are on the pay roll

but he look so fresh at the dress rehearsal
got merch and it's universal
didn't he used to be controversial? 
not so much now they've gone commercial

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cut to commercial
cut to commercial
cut to commercial
ah you fucking sell out!
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"GIVE UP NOW" - (Underground Anthem) | Calligraphy

i'm in the middle in nowhere
you wanna know what's up? mate, i wouldn't even go there
i've been telling myself for so long that I don't care
I very nearly almost don't, yeah

I'm sick, meta-physically and mentally ?
if I could pull my finger out I'd at reset my memory
default setting seems to be set at lethargy 
negative energy'll definitely be the death of me

It's my destiny, aint no way to fix it
when I break down I get a little fatalistic
but I can never predict it 
guess determinism isn't all it's cracked up to be, is it?

is it buy one get one free still?
cause I've been paying through the nose for my free will
still, can't help wanting what'll never be
but it is what it is or so they keep telling me

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And i tried looking on the bright side
but it's all shite why would I put it in the highlights?
reel talk, I've been trying to turn a blind eye
all of my life to the irony of hindsight

fuckin tunnel vision
looking over my shoulder I see the light as it's slowly becoming distant
I find it tricky going over what I did 
and reminiscing even tougher looking back at what you didn't, huh?

well, lets look at what you could have won
can't beat a bit of bullshit after all
it doesn't matter what I could or would or should have done
if I felt I never had a choice but to act the fool

I'm just one zero in a flow chart
when you're at odds with yourself you got no chance
can't be helped if it's written in the stars
must be why I'm in the dark, thinking I can't

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who's to say what is and what should never be?
yeah fair, I should be in therapy
but it's hard to find the energy to get better
Especially when you're not fuelled by jealousy

why would I wanna keep up with the Jones'
in a human race I believe to be atrocious?
i don't see the point it's hopeless
so the best I can hope for is just to totally lose focus

maybe it's just part of my anxiety 
but i don't wanna be any part of the society
i don't wanna "make it" I just use music as a diary
Yes, today I wanted to disappear entirely

I made a song to take my mind off it
but I'm often self-fulfilling my prophecies until I vibe off it
and as the painter painted himself painting
well he was like it was it like, he was like "f*ck it!"

"Penrose Staircase" | Calligraphy

Sat with the medicine man, his elephant head in his hands
he reckons if everyone gets it together then we can keep watching the pelican dance 
hope ya reserved a table, if i was you i would check in advance 
the reign is coming the devil's already collected enough to develop the plan

the land is desolate better abandon the edifice soon
before the skeletal remnants of all of the elephant heads envelop the tomb
hieroglyphics were written in pencil but they eventually tell 'em the truth 
too late to administer medicine when they already consider us dead in the womb

we can't be aborting it now, seeds have already been poured on the ground
can dig in our heels till we're dead on our feet but we're already here and they're crawling around 
sure if we all put all our heads together we'd worm all the little deformities out
walking on water to forming a ball on the floor when you're born with a thorn in your crown

still we're insisting on building of a nest
gather the styx, the river rejects
chucking the mud on the wall of the cave and debating who painted the picture the best
neglected children will sit and reflect on the image the shadowy figure suggests
they're questioning if we can kick it, "kid, we literally kick it to death"


===========================

the populous topping the billions
building until were on top of the hill
and we got the monopoly over the crop 
and we're probably not gonna stop till it kills 'em 

won't somebody think of the children?
got the technology, we can rebuild 'em
as long as they're willing to swallow the pills
by bottle and follow the pilgrims

give em a million legs and I'm sure it'll help 'em to scurry around
they're bound to better at getting about if they're born with their head in a burial ground
settlement's menaces echo the sentiments, help 'em with getting the messages out
unable to hear what they're thinking themselves as the trees had all fell with a deafening sound

still they're insisting on making a mark skidding their way through the cave in the dark
thinking that maybe some miracle baby will save us if we just keep playing our part
it won't be a walk in the park, maybe embark on making an ark 
go 2 by too little too late at the end of the day to be making a start

we lazily lay in the dark placing our faith in the fate of the stars
that died a millions years before they were capable of even breaking our hearts
imitate imagery, cemetery symmetry, selling the symbols as if it is art 
but all of the flowers had lost their beauty the second the petals were taken apart


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it's not just the fit that insist on surviving 
the blind'll be fine if we're getting behind 'em
let em eat cake and we'll kill em with kindness
if they cut it we'll give em a minute of silence

don't matter, no man is an island
he can survive if he is compliant 
but they'll kill em if they show a bit of defiance

a twenty one gun salute will serve as a suitable synonym soon
for Doctor Dolittle doing too little too late to be able to stitch up the wound 
we'd love to be able to let you in all on the joke but there isn't the room 
hope is distant as sticking the shitty end of a bit of a stick in the moon

caught in the slaughter house, the poor are all being tortured now
the blood lines is thicker than water but surely it's soon to be even more watered down
really lucky to walk around the factory farming them quarter pounds 
it won't be long before all the ground is gone and we're forced to drown

the black storks are coming to darken the doorstep in the morgue 
beckoning days of reckoning ways of wrecking it all with the weapons of war

banging are head on the walls building it till it eventually falls
send in the clowns they're settling down the curtain calling an end to it all

"Black Storks" | Calligraphy

ya mother ya father 
ya brothers and sisters

everyone you've ever known
that has ever existed

they never gave a fuck 
no, they never resisted

they all come complicit huh?
==========================
they're all clapping at the circus 
where the mirrors are broken

the clowns on fire 
but they thought he was jokin

then they laughed even louder
when the fuck ups and choking

and they love them even more when they're dead

pic 2
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oh whatever's the problem, child
we're all in it together 
there's always a problem, child
and we're all in it to-get-her

pic 3

Dear mother nature
what have your children done
we can't abort the failure
we're the cancer that's in your lungs
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pic4

ya wanna be normal
ya wanna fit in

but all ya lil' loved ones
are guilty as sin

you would like to put end to it
but where to begin?

ya bend over and take it all on the chin
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while the rebels are banging
their heads on the wall

they've got the contract to rebuild
if it actually falls

they laugh all the way to Banksy
at the Catholic school

cuz the wall never existed at all

pic5
======================
uh oh we're in trouble
something's cum and the population's doubled
I'm sorta starting to enjoy the struggle
now I know we're all in it to get her
pic6
oh mother nature
what have your children become
we ain't done no favours
unless youth in asia is what you want
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pic 7 sewage
we're drowning in the cess pool
where the scrap heap is flooded
let's act like we're above it chucking
shit from the summit fuckin

dump in the gutter 
sweep it underneath the carpet ban 
they're passing through in parliament 
while rebels form a marching band

we're the creme of the crop 
yeah we're the scum of the earth
we're the cancer 
that can't quite quench its thirst

how's ya ego, worrier? 
ya want some help?
a real eco warrior 
would kill themselves

pucker up and suck a dick 
you're a puppet bitch
come and kick it for the fuck of it 
and tick it off your bucket list

pic8
===========================
oh mother nature
no black sheep among your sons
been miscarriage of justice
we're still born, too late to run
we've only just begun
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pic9

no solution
the gene pool is polluted

it's usually too stagnant 
to gather a movement

and public executions 
always stop revolutions

and you know they'll only do it again

Dear, Mother Nature (Problem Child) - Calligraphy

A short time away in a not too distant Galaxy....


Luke Warm in a Cage held captive
better call the captain and tell him we're radio active
let 'em know our aggression is past passive
maybe we can make 'em trade blows for some acid 

yeah devolution imminent 
nuclear family tree won't fall far militant
the poison apple watch over the innocent 
to make the great American Godwin again

if you believe what ya read in the newspapers 
ya soon see we're needing to call in a few favours
a new super team that's equipped to produce lazars
them cape crusaders from the cartoon pages

we need a sabertooth tiger who can fly through the future
and manoeuvre through the sky like a bird or a plain
a super human worthy of the name 
who can take your worst enemy and burst into flames

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Get ya cape on 
pray for the renaissance
before long you'll have a face full of napalm 
you can try carry on concentrating and stay calm
while they make bombs live from the slave farm
where they trade arms all day long
they put the shadow in the box better ring alarm
but i don't know how you're thinking you'll survive 
in a cave waiting for a fuckin symbol in the sky
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but alter egos didn't seem so random
after little Johnny Blazed on his Green Lantern
the new heroin would pay the Queen's Ransom
it's the fiend's anthem you better be standing down

in the sewage, where they're moving to the music
but the fluid that makes them mutate has made em too stupid
mouths malnourished unable to move toothless
mutiny is muted.. it's mutual, assume nuisance 

its nothing new since soothsayers said so
he's got his noose and it sits on your neck bone
it projects death row in stereo headphones
it's telekinetic you gone get it in the end zone

the anti-man-tium clause under your skin
like a splinter in the middle of a nuclear winter
where the Antman sits with his TV dinner 
in the gamma rays waving goodbye to his sphincters 

Mr Supersize needs to get a better diet plan
what's another phoenix, if we feed it to the frying pan
before the dragons breathing fire through his diaphragm
spin a web of lies and do anything a spider can

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in a sulk the hulk smashed the whole stash
looking like hulk hogan rocking a false tash
but he only ever answers to those that don't ask
talking hyperbolic balderdash in some mouldy old mask

somebody stop me, smoking
the heirs getting thicker and we can stop choking
I don't wanna watch the world burn, I was only joking 
but the fire escape just won't open 

we all float up on cloud nine
where we wear our underwear on the outside but only in our down time
assemble the X-men, generate the truth
and then watch 'em all change when they get up in the booth

(bazooka bluetooth) light up the metropolis 
cyclops tunnel vision is perceived bottomless
hop into the rocket ship, operation monolith
if we leave soon we should make the apocalypse 

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in the twilight, chromosome zone out of it
see their little faces when they're shown those magic tricks
the boot's snug but it's also counterfeit 
please turn it down with that "go, go Gadget" shit

it's so tragic the traffic is at standstill 
still the man thinking that he's king of the sand hills 
but they can't kill the lil cockroaches so the same ol' vultures
still circle over the landfills 

so fill ya boots while ya sitting in the waiting room
praying that Dr Doom's able to enable you
he's has a lot of patience, he'll bring 'em to the table soon
he's got the tech to fit em all in a tailored suit

so give it up for them sabertooth tomb raiders
living in-between the pyramids and the moon craters
they shake the room with them little blue lasers
waiting for player 2 who can make look dangerous

"Avant-Guardians Of The Galaxy" | Calligraphy

Having always lived in fear of being surprised by the worst, 
I have tried in every circumstance to get there first, 
head started firmly planted in the dirt
I fling myself into misfortune long before it occurs

it occurred to me, i get along quite well with someone only at their lowest point, 
call me when ya down n out, i'm down to smoke a joint
but if ya ego needs inflating, then ya may be disappointed
so probably best that I spare you my inner voices

it's your choice, ya wanna wonder round the wonderland
i understand it's blissful building little castles on the sand
"life's a beach?" yeah, I never really was a fan 
i'll sit alone and suffer my existence till it's gone to plan

but if ya thinking misery needs company
i'll fluff your pillow for you, make sure you are sitting comfortably
if ya ever find yourself suffering from the fuckery
then the abundance of my nothingness is really something to see

================================
can we rewind?
let me remind you? 
I think you'll find
it's right beside you
===============================

don't be alarmed, only time will tell 
maybe I can help next time you're beside yourself
when you're going through hell you'll find my mind as well
somewhere between there and orion's belt

a little distant but it isn't ever out of reach
the clouds ain't that far away from the mountain peaks
if you discount looking out from the balcony
i'm pretty down to Earth just chilling out on the ground beneath

"what's the matter?" does it matter if it isn't?
it's a matter of opinion, as it happens i think it actually didn't
if you add up all the minions,
is it really that despicable to be such a fanatic of indifference?

i don't place blame for those who find faith in a book
but it's always the last place that you look
if ya look further than Copernicus observed,
then I'm certain that you'll learn of more bait for the hook

==============================
can we rewind ?
let my remind you? 
I think you'll find
it's just behind you
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what's the point in suicide? dunno if i'm out of touch 
but you can do it whenever you want, so what is the fuckin rush?! 
i'm not gonna budge, i'm too stubborn 
holding on until the bitter end of life like a fucking grudge

but i wouldn't want anyone else to have to pull the plug
anymore than i would want to pull the wool above 
ya eyes to hide you from the summer sun
so until then i'm undercover keeping fuckin buttoned up, umm

keep schtum! kaput! capiche! done! 
i put my foot in it once but it wasn't much fun
nah but i'm in the gutter if you want a one on one
still slumming it, stuck in the same rut we come from

in all honesty I'm probably 
not even as crazy as the average cunt out there on the street 
not that I've ever been fan of democracy
"but I thought we all wanted to watch the game on the screen?"

but the bug that's up ya ass is getting ticked off,
dunno if you should shit or wind up your wristwatch
ya got the time, but there's nothing that I want
life is fickle and always been something of a cunt

so never mind all the cognitive dissonance
ya not a loony now, son. Nah, you're a fisherman!
there's plenty out there if ya willing to be ignorant
to all the guilty pleasures while ya clinging to your innocence 

but I forgotten how long it has been like is
i must be crazy to be in a loony bin like this
ya wanna run around like they yabba do, huh?
a little dab'll do ya, be screaming hallelujah 

so have a blast for me after we've laughed with a 6-pack
i tried "goddammit", least i did that!
it's old news and i'm willing to admit that
now here's johnny with the weather and a pick axe!

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can we rewind ? 
I've got half a mind too
I think you'll find
it's not that far behind you
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"Where Is My Mind?" (Let Me Remind You) | Calligraphy (Pixies ReWork)

No more do I choke on the overture
i need no introduction
I don't turn up to the function
ending's begun
it's abundantly clear the crescendo's redundant

and i could have sung along with the chorus
but I got bored by thought of the tour bus
responsibility, it diminishes accordingly
nah it's it's nothing out of the ordinary

they all make the same cadence it sounds
like they ain't got the same inclination to doubt (eh?)
maybe my intonation is out-dated 
I'm out of sync and sick of waiting around, now

hang in the silence
in between the suicide notes wrote over tiny little violins
is it ringing any bells, when I'm dialling 
I'm tone death, preaching to the choir full of sirens

but fuck the concerto, 
was never concerned with going to the concert so
I swerve the ensemble
I fly so high when I'm solo 
still trembling I'm haunted by the ghost notes

hear it in voice I'm a little low 
even when screamed through a megaphone
hard to get by stuck to a metronome 
need to get high "lend me a tenor?", 

"No fuck the soprano's" 
singing that ya "got a gun" from the rooftop of ya castle
I don't care what ya bar chart shows
just another chorus line of more arseholes 

i do it my way but unlike Sinatra
I sing "fuck life" over Moonlight Sonata
I spaced out to the echoing of laughter
and i could barely compose myself after

There's no sign of a 12bar turn around
yet my theme tune always been the delta blues
the House of the rising Son's burning down
and the roof? the roof's on fire, nothing else to lose

i'll get back to my roots when i plead the fifth
but I think I've hit fever pitch
given the high and low's of life, I know she's a bitch
deep down my hearts offbeat a bit

lacking the Verve of a bitter sweet symphony
soundtrack gets drowned out willingly
but the beat goes ya can never stop it
I get down so I use my pen-t'-tonic (northern accent haha)

and i get it popping while living in a bubble
and i do it without delay... on the double I fade away
subtle as the passing notes 
that passed hands at the back of the class, is cool

I'm ok, just a little upset man
a bit unbalanced I've been long since dead pan
just another night on the other side 
I don't need a lullaby I'm constantly banging my headstand 

I can only dream of a requiem 
no recompense, sleep through the decadence
i could synthesise a sequence of events 
but i never believe redemption songs were heaven sent

nah it never ends, this aint a love ballad
fuck "hymn", I've had enough God, dammit
i try to go with the flow but i suck at it
and singing to imaginary friends is just tragic

it's tough being upbeat when ya beat up and depressed 
though I pick myself up, "hey presto"
another line in my libretto
nobody on the same wavelength when you're at a low ebb though

(3rd verse didn't fit)

"Escape Music" - Calligraphy

This is written as an Agnostic Hymn.

It is addressed to "God" as if (s)he was a friend suffering from depression. It may also be written to myself from a few of my multiple personalities.
I hope it helps you, I and God find ourselves.
May your God go with you x


we know you aint had it easy mate
there's few of us who feel the same
but ya can't just lie there asleep for days
there's a lot of things ya can't leave to fate

and God only know how ya need ya space
but there's a few things that need to change
and God bless anything that can ease the pain
but ya can't keep escaping for heaven's sake it's time

time to get it together now
been so long seems like forever how
you gonna get better when you never out
gota get ya head out the cloud

we can't it can't easy to be you
not if you feel same as we do
it'd be great if you'd show your face,
seems a few people all eager to see you, 

maybe you find it in yourself 
finally find yourself some help
amend and mend your mental health
instead of blaming everybody else

you could it put it off but it won't get no easier
burying your head in your memorabilia
forget the bullshit they feed to ya
it's your skitzophrenia we believe in ya

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although It might be hard to tell
we i  wish you well
I hope you find yourself

oh my god
oh my god
hope you find yourself
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you can't keep pushing everyone away
you should try to treat everyone the same
sorry but ya can't shun and shame
everyone  but you're own son it's not ok

there's a lot of people a lot of pain
there will be a lot more sorrow tomorrow mate
people let you down won't wan't to stay
gotta stop wanting ones that have got away

gotta come down from ya cloud now
your talking to yourself out loud
it's a head fuck yeah without a doubt
ya just don't know  how proud we are

ya made it made it this far
lord knows how it can get hard
just look up up up in the stars
see how insignificant the bits are shit are

try to get it all into perspective
i know you feel that you've been neglected
you ignore attempts to get reconnected
it's only you who can correct it

but you're so holier than thou
so high up on that moral ground
nobody gonna come and follow now and 
it only brings you down

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 i know you're only trying to help 
on behalf of everybody else
keep your morals to self


oh oh god
oh oh god
hope you find yourself
or see you in hell
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ha ha ha
lalala lu jah
tut tut to you
see you in hell

uh oh lord 
uh oh lord
it's Ok mate
we'll see you in hell
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and you too
and you too
and you too
and you and you
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we still believe in you 
though we ain't had no proof
oh my you

swear to god we do
it's the gospel truth
oh my you

"Empathy For The God Complex" | Calligraphy

how we gonna gather a movement
when we can't gather in more than 2's and
pretty much everyone's close to the edge 
and the rest are jumping to conclusions?

everybody's part of the problem
ain't nobody gota new solution
It seems like everybody's got 2cents 
but they're too senseless to use 'em

all fighting amongst ourselves
in a Empire State of confusion
all click on the missing link
they televised our devolution

fake news and mass delusion
diluting the truths we're clueless 
translucent, we see through it
still see no sign of improvement
=======================
yeah the truth's we're stupid
idiocracy's been booming
all been conned by the constitution
that constantly gets more convoluted

all rise for the prosecution
how lucky we got included
even though we're destitute and democracy's
been part of the big illusion

they divide and conquer they want us to ponder
upon the pawns inclusion
Kings and Queens and the other puppets 
profiting off our every movement

practically practice prostitution
we're caught in the traffic, human
freedom is costing an arm and a leg
but the head of the snake is still consuming

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There was coughing in the street
now there's coffins in your dreams
and all the coffee was decaffeinated 
anyway or so it seems...

well how d'ya take the head of snake
in the middle of a wild goose chase
when ya sold your cash cow got slaughtered
for some motherfucking magic beans?
=============================
I'll tip my hat to the new constitution
Take a bow for the new revolution
Smile and grin at the change all around
Pick up my guitar and play
Just like yesterday
Then I'll get on my knees and pray
We haven't been fooled again
=========================
how do you start a revolution
when wheels are banned from moving
and essentially ya can't move anywhere
without them approving?

how we gone face up to them
when we're facing persecution
if we gather they've got the gavel ready
they're gonna send the troops in?

then they're gonna start the shooting
a couple public executions
probably best that we all comply
with the quarantine and self seclusion

solitary confinement is were you'll find us
voluntarily choosing
silence over defiance as the 
Stockholm syndrome keeps ensuing
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salivate while they put your food in
swallow lies and keep on drooling
our mental condition's been 
Pavlovian ever since our schooling

the radio star is dead
and the marching band can't change its tuning
everyone's singing a different hymn 
and the satirists have all been muted

not sure about global warming
but the gene pool's been polluted
they removed the elephant 
while we were too distracted to dispute it

how deep is the evil routed?
does it stop at Trump and Putin?
who was it that placed the snake
right next to the fruit when it was blooming?
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now there's no one in the streets
they're at home watching a TV
and they're fighting amongst themselves 
for some remote control...

and the men who sold us dreams
like they were buy one get one free
have all fucked off now the crossroads closed 
you can't sell your soul
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I'll tip my hat to the new constitution
Take a bow for the new revolution
Smile and grin at the change all around
Pick up my guitar and play
Just like yesterday
Then I'll get on my knees and pray
We haven't been fooled again
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