music video
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PyXcRp0jl4s

MERC SWAZEY X EPPSILON - EVERYTHING IS OURS (PROD JUDDABARZ)

Vocals and Song Writing - Bee Virginia
Production - Dane Blake
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Mastering by Aaron Patey

Blood

Truth Ft. Lover

MUSIC VIDEO LINK:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2UEJHUqt3D8
(Directed/Shot/Edited by Hoodwolf)

Produced by https://soundcloud.com/nettsmoney
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Recorded by https://soundcloud.com/mixedbyjd @ Studio 52
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Mixed by https://m.soundcloud.com/juddabarz

Mastered by https://soundcloud.com/tigermoth
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Lyrics:

VERSE 1:
There's no foes left to regard nor petard to hoist him
What's to do in this town besides drown up in the poison?
Or let the white noise in to destroy your poise &
Just feign enjoyment in plain avoidance of all your poignant disappointments
Gain employment, build your picket fence all peachy
What's a safety blanket gonna do? There's a bed of nails beneath me
I'm so sleepy, but I never seem to catch a wink, on the brink of slumber
Kept awake by a fear that aches, will I escape from underneath this
Firmament? it seems so permanent, looming overhead
With all these overheads I'm broke & owe some debts but there's no regrets
& no defence so hoe the trench to own some pence 
& don't dare vote against the dogma set, don't you know the threats?
Stay immersed up in the circuit, Live to work & serve to worship 
the earth myth of a flat surface 
Shovel the gravel to the fire in the pit of the belly of the beast like there's a tally i'ma reach
Jaws are snappy for the feast, So I'm swinging my pick, 
In this shaft on a shift, but the candle's Wick isn't lit
& The canary's stopped singing it's bit
But still I'm here wishing to dig my way out from all of this
If there's a god
we'll smoke him out in the hope he'll drown
On these potent clouds (yeah we'll choke him down)
If there's a god 
We'll smoke him out in the hope he'll drown
Have him buried in this hole that we've burnt in the ground

HOOK 1:
The premises you're best to clear
Go get up out & disappear
The promises of yesteryear
They fester here

HOOK 2:
Run for the hills, flee for your lives!
Or rot with the ghouls 
But please don't be surprised

VERSE 2:
It's best that you know less, so you'll go with no protest 
& Progress through the Grotesque, process of the processed
They'll leave you high & dry, strung up; by hook you're caught
Just Take it all with a pinch of salt, I'm sure you'll be cured!
Ignorance is bliss I guess so bless me with delusion, 
Laud me with derision, let me lose to the illusion, 
I wish not to know the true height of the sky
Or where the wild things are, the world is wide & I'm shy
& It'll siphon you dry, but better the one you knew of
Than the devil that you do not, now you rot
& The more you know, the more you know you do not
So burn the books so we can build a new god,
We'll build ourselves a new god

Truth Ft. Lover

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