This is a critique on primarily Western politics, though relevant to most organisations that operate via a power-over hierarchy. Presentation is theatrical heavy metal rock, with a philosophical undertone, under the screaming and shouting and double kick drums going at full pelt. It's a 7 minute long experience that could benefit from some focused time and attention both to the song and what it may evoke as regards to feelings and sensations.

Totally Anti-Life

This is a critique on primarily Western politics, though relevant to most organisations that operate via a power-over hierarchy. 

[Verse 1: The Role as Mask]
They wear the robe, the badge, the tie
Not to serve — but to justify
They harm because the role allows
And hide behind their stupid vows

[Verse 2: Façade of Virtue]
They preach of order, law, and grace
While stamping death with poker face
Each title shields the soul’s decay
Authority’s mask leads truth astray

[Pre-Chorus: Build to the Main Chorus]
They do it not from rage or need
But from the power to make life bleed
Let’s get real now — let the truth proceed

[Chorus]
Your system is corrupted
It’s totally anti-life
Your government is psychopathic
Full of psychopaths

Yes, psychopaths
Full of Psychopaths
Full of Psychopaths

[Verse 3: Peck’s Insight Embodied]
They harm not out of twisted lust
But cold routine, betrayal of trust
Bureaucratic demons in suits and pens
Where evil thrives in boardroom dens

Yes, where evil thrives in boardroom dens
Evil thrives in boardroom dens

[Break]
“We’ve seen evil wear a smile —
It joins committees, files the trial
It harms because it simply can
And calls itself a noble man”

[Bridge]
No horns, no fangs, no bloodied hands
Just memos signed with cruel demands
The lie is always in what they say
And in the roles they play each day

[Final Chorus]
Your system is corrupted
It’s totally anti-life
Your government is psychopathic
Full of psychopaths
[Musical Interlude]
Yes, psychopaths
Full of Psychopaths
Full of Psychopaths

[Verse]
They pretend to care, to delay all action
That gives the government satisfaction
They rejoice in cruelty on command
And more children are maimed, killed and starved to death

[Outro]
The velvet hush begins to fray
As voices rise with drums of clay
No corridors, no gilded gate
Can hold back truth — we won’t sedate
Red banners sway with rebel grace
Each pot a pulse, each chant a face
The cabinet cracks with every beat
As feeling floods into the street

Yes, feelings flood
Feelings flood into the street

Feelings flooooood
into the streeeeeeeeeet

Feelings flood
Feelings flood
Feelings flood

System is Corrupted

[Verse 1: The Role as Mask]  
Maen nhw’n gwisgo’r rôb, y bathodyn, y tei  
Dim i wasanaethu — ond i gelu bai  
Maen nhw’n brifo gan fod y rôl yn caniatáu  
Yn cuddio tu ôl i lwau’n ddiau  

[Verse 2: Façade of Virtue]  
Maen nhw’n pregethu am gyfraith a gras  
Tra’n stampio marwolaeth heb wyneb na llais  
Mae’r teitl yn cuddio’r enaid sy’n pydru  
Mae’r masg awdurdod yn troi’r gwir yn gelwydd pur  

[Pre-Chorus: Build it up]  
Dim o ddicter na diffyg maen nhw’n gweithredu  
Ond o’r pŵer i wneud i fywyd lifo’n fuddugoliaeth greulon  
Gad i’r gwirionedd ddod — heb unrhyw esgus neu gelwydd  

[Chorus: Full-on expression of raw power]  
Mae’r system yn llygredig  
Yn hollol yn erbyn bywyd  
Mae’r llywodraeth yn seicopathig  
Llawn seicopathi  
[Musical Interlude]  
Ie, seicopathi  
Llawn seicopathi  
Llawn seicopathi  

[Verse 3: Peck’s Insight Embodied]  
Maen nhw’n brifo heb chwant na chwantau  
Ond trefn oer sy’n torri’r ymddiriedaeth lawr  
Angylion papur mewn siwtiau a phensilau  
Ble mae drygioni’n byw mewn ystafelloedd bwrdd  

Ie, ble mae drygioni’n byw mewn ystafelloedd bwrdd  
Drygioni’n byw mewn ystafelloedd bwrdd  

[Break: A lull in the intensity, with the lyrics spoken]  
“Gwelsom ddrygioni’n gwisgo gwên,  
Yn eistedd ar bwyllgor fel pe bai’n gwen  
Yn brifo heb reswm, dim angen na thraw  
Ac yn galw ei hun yn ddyn o faw”  

[Bridge: Musical shift]  
Dim cyrn, dim dannedd, dim dwylo gwaedlyd  
Ond memos creulon yn llofnodi’r trywydd  
Y celwydd yw’r hyn maen nhw’n ei ddweud  
A’r rôl maen nhw’n chwarae bob dydd  

[Final Chorus]  
Mae’r system yn llygredig  
Yn hollol yn erbyn bywyd  
Mae’r llywodraeth yn seicopathig  
Llawn seicopathi  
[Musical Interlude]  
Ie, seicopathi  
Llawn seicopathi  
Llawn seicopathi  

[Verse]  
Maen nhw’n esgus gofalu, yn oedi’n barhaus  
Mae hynny’n rhoi pleser i’r wladwriaeth ddiawledig  
Maen nhw’n llawenhau mewn creulondeb ar orchymyn  
A mwy o blant yn cael eu hanafu, eu lladd, eu llwgu  

[Pre-Outro: Bringing down the intensity, more focus and stability, emotive and ending in a powerful finale]  
Mae’r distawrwydd melfedaidd yn dechrau rhwygo  
Wrth i leisiau godi gyda drymiau o glai  
Dim coridorau, dim giât aur  
All atal y gwir — ni fyddwn yn tawelu  
Baneri coch yn siglo gyda gras gwrthryfel  
Pob pot yn cur, pob chant yn wyneb  
Mae’r cabinet yn cracio gyda phob curiad  
Wrth i deimladau lifo i’r stryd  

[Outro: really leaning into the emotive, power of expressing feeling]
Ie, mae teimladau’n llifo  
Teimladau’n llifo i’r stryd  

Teimladau’n lliiiiifo  
i’r stryyyyyyyyyd  

Teimladau’n llifo  
Teimladau’n llifo  
Teimladau’n llifo

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Horonlar sustu, yürek vuruldu  
Al damar, mor damar, şah damar sustu  
Yoruldu yüreğim, yoruldu

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Bulutlar uçtu, bedava dert  
Yandı, kül oldu özlemim sert  
Hüzün geldi baş köşeye

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Kervan yürür, yolları seçemem  
Yıldız akar, uçsam da erişemem  
Yoruldu yüreğim, yoruldu

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