
Date of issue: 26.05.2013
Record label: Illa State
Song language: English
Let It All Happen |
Existence is resistance in a world that |
Thinks the human instinct should be held back |
And all of our wisdom we we should sell that |
Destroy the difference that we all have |
And make use clones for the throne |
Serving their agendas |
Even when we think we oppose |
We’re really their defenders |
Look at what is given to those |
Who chose for their repentance? |
To fold to the goddess of gold and be cold henchmen |
For stars spangled with banners |
That dangles cars as carrots |
Strangle Mars with cannons |
Mangle arms with malice |
And channel arms so callous |
And banish bards that challenge |
And challenge half the planet |
The great USA |
With a British dog on a leash |
We are the bringers of peace into the Middle of East |
You are invited to Feast |
On the tasty flesh of a beast |
It might be someone’s seed |
But why worry there is no need |
We intravenously feed |
On dead carcasses |
Yeah they’re starving cos |
They wanted to own their own wealth |
And they are not part of us |
Most of the time I think of myself |
And I can palm it off |
Sometimes I think of the world |
It gets me started off |
So so what do we do now |
Make ways that praise more than a few how? |
Their fake ways we kill it with a tool blaw |
Or go back to the way we’ve always done it |
Whatever we do there’s always gonna be division |
Whatever we do there will always be a thieves' religion |
Whatever we do they’re just gonna build another prison |
So let’s just do nothing and let it all happen |
Whatever we do the universe just keeps on giving |
Whatever we do the Earth will always keep on spinning |
Whatever we knew we still won’t understand beginnings |
So let’s just do nothing and let it all happen |
Existence is resistance in a world that |
Thinks the human instinct should be held back |
And all of our wisdom we should sell that |
Destroy the difference that we all have |
Every freedom we believe we’re receiving this evening |
But believing is deceiving |
When there’s no meaning |
In not a syllable |
However how lyrical |
Spouted from the mouths of a clout |
Devout criminals |
Hegemony is as old as humanity right? |
So we’re told |
So let us scramble for the globe until everything folds |
As long as pockets always have enough dollars to fold |
As long as rockets always have enough venom to scold |
A daddy’s daughter |
A mother’s son |
Or anyone |
That has not come to succumb to a murderer’s tongue |
So we’re told |
Worship a gun |
From the palace of permanent slums |
Purchase a ton |
From whoever will sell you the Sun |
And sell it back to whoever can give you the funds |
The race is run |
But I don’t know if we lost or we won |
It’s all perception, death and resurrection |
A lack of answers won’t stop as asking the question |
Resisting the system? |
Please tell me what’s the mission |
Cos we would probably be oppressors |
If given position |
Yeah I try to spread a message, but really ambition |
Is what is driven through my lyrics |
I’m really a gimmick |
Not that I don’t put my heart and my soul in the words |
It’s just I ask |
If the bars are changing the Earth |
How arrogant to believe we can change it |
Through art |
Only slightly less arrogant than those |
Who believe that we can’t |
So pull a bit harder |
We may just crumble the house of cards |
Never to slumber it’s strength in numbers |
Whenever we charge |
There is a charge, lays these bars lace the guitars |
Aim for the stars |
Game for the part, straight as dart, pain from the heart |
Great for the art |
Start fighting |
Or never should ever you pen to the page |
Start writing |
Or never should ever you empty the gauge |
Murder a phase, verbally slayed |
The coroner could not determine his age |
Hard as a foreigner earning a wage |
From the conservative nerd of a sage |
Not heard? |
I’m a permanent page |
Written in the ink of the blood of a slave |
No cotton so burn on a wage |
Buried at the bottom of the ocean of rage |
Existence is resistance. |
x15 |
So so what do we do now? |
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