got the picture no details
the perfect time still burns
all solutions can't prevail
information's shifting forms
you fiction us as we and you
need to feel all the no returns

don't look at me you don't know how
don't ask yourself you don't know why

another year in my bed is my best i can do
waiting for nothing else 

explore the nothing far too close
see something else beyond that nose
be glad to learn nothing at all
live grow and die without a soul

Lable it what (v0.99)

now i know, share your ability to share
now i know, love was made out by the poor
now i know, my only best friend is i
..trust no soul... now i know its best 
to ignore and abandon all your roots

trust no soul, the revolution of control

that's some cult, of people praying to survive
that's some cult of people searchin' for some love
has no role in this sad decaying world
of no laws, and no ways to break on trough
all the hate, instead of bind makes me forsake

my own soul, the revolution of control

Revolution of Control (v1.21)

if i could make a difference, and change it all around
all you fuckers out there would burn down to the ground
if all of us could rise up, and operate as one
we'll fry your rich fat asses, you'll be dogs on the run
because life is really simple without your evil greed
to live with no CRAPitalism no hunger god forbid

Change God For-Bid

the power of the spirit will conquer the machines
we'll free ourselves from slavery as weird as it might seems
and after all the chaos, and after the destruction
will be nothing but the fresh air 
will be nothing but the fresh smell of the death
fat, rich death...

Change God For-Bid

i play the music, but can you hear the notes?
you hear me screaming, but would you mind the words?
if you call yourselves the good guys why we hate you so damn much?
your rules, your order, nothing but corrupt backstabbing fucks
you think you got respect all dressed up in blue
your time will come coz we are here and u don't have a clue

Change God For-Bid

the power of the spirit will conquer the machines
we'll free ourselves from slavery as weird as it might seems
and after all the chaos, and after the destruction
will be nothing but the fresh air 
will be nothing but the fresh smell of the death
fat, rich death...

Change God For-Bid

Change God For Bid

:) mattana

if death is true then fate is certain
does it condone what i've been trough
can anyone really determine?
those dark white lines i've crossed for you
will you step up and say you worth it?
cause certain fate means death of truth.

is there hope to keep on fighting
instead the few things wide hands do
is there's a reason to look forward
too many thorns at my eyes flew

was there a clue at the beginning?
something a feeling might deceive
is there a point of going under?
find what confusion can retrieve
will you step up and say you worth it?
those dark white lines i've crossed for you

is there hope to keep on writing
instead the few things cut hands do
is there's a reason to look backwards
cause certain fate means death of truth.

Aaom

If death is true then fate is certain
does it condone what I've been trough?
can anyone really determine?
those dark white lines I've crossed for you
will you step up and say you worth it?
cause certain fate means death of truth.

is there hope to keep on fighting
instead the few things wide hands do
is theres a reason to look forward
too many thorns at my eyes flew

was there a clue at the beginning?
something a feeling might deceive
is there a point of going under?
find what confusion can retrieve
will you step up and say you worth it?
those dark white lines I've crossed for you

is there hope to keep on writing
instead the few things cut hands do
is theres a reason to look backwards
cause certain fate means death of truth.

An art of magenta

(drafts/versions/other anomalies of Genre Refugees)

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