The first official release of the Andre Beats' Album (2017)

lyrics

sandstorm cleaved through the city like claws to the guts, left us a deposit of rust,
class of the rubble are just, shapes in the dust, “please sir, which lie will i trust,” 
hogwash zone, puke fumes on a bonfire-sky, a seat for the squire on the gasoline pyre and the gypsy siren siphoning wagon bones, queued half-a-mile from the gates and back in our droves to say our piece to the men on the thrones, flip both birds to the cams in the drones, 
i’ll say what i want, i was born with a body and a vote, (AGH) a witness to the waste drum coup 
there be may be quiet in the streets but we’ll get loud in the booth, pass on the truth
yeah i’ll pass on the truth, got more ear to the glass than a sleuth, if data from the crypt gets misconstrued swear to god to give any god damn limb to the feud, bleep-bloop, dragged facts from the dregs, only to be used for the cyborg food (ooh) skeleton squad on a ship made of shipwreck, we could give a shit-less, rigour mortis mutineers map marauder volunteers, with a fatal, sense of interest, buckle-up boys, we vortex-stalkers are vicious, kiss the unknown like you saved the princess, we cry, listen, “things should be different” then they’re maimed in the maelstrom, now we’re nothing but giblets, nothing but giblets, sleep with the sleep with the, sleep with the fishes

learnt from the third law there would be a backlash, big as the antique sun that dried out the badlands, those whom we exiled, trialled, well they came back, watch the   outlaws ride on town on a horseback, restore the power to the wrong hands, flip a double digit at the pivot of a politician and cuss out the curse of the conventional wisdom, so brand them first with the names of the rich  ones, but we won’t get pissed on, by our masters who sleep in the sky with the tools for design atop of the system, but whilst they are sleeping, creep into the evening, talk to the ones labelled evil, the people, the opposite creed, that you disagreed with, the snapdragon glade sullies all secrets, silently feeding the keepers, safeguard the grove, carry the foetus of reason, rats in the  roads cuz the mill turned to fire, yelled help to my god, but the neighbours arrive, with pales and pumps and a purpose to  die, and i realise, soak this second in brine, we’re on the same side of the fight, lets survive 

i’d never support a war, or follow a hollow cause, but i’ll give my life and more to halt another holocaust; a force to knock an army off of the draw-bridge, like a dragon claw, tsunami hits the northridge, straddle a ravine like the rickety slats, abseil down the trail of a giant yeti’s back, backpack down the track with the magma streams, geezer plumes doom gas-balloon aeronautical machines, ice sheets of the damned manoeuvred between, ramshackle raft crafted by hooligan teams, all to find the proof that you’ve never seen, decor of the catacombs we explored in depth, mollusk musk of davy jones’ chest, a native jungle prison made of foreign bones and death, i dare you to name a biome, do your best, that i would not quest to bring the truth home to the nest 

We are not victorious 
You have not defeated us

AndreBeats