Album: Diatribes (1996)
...you weren´t born with the world falling at your feet-
The path is long & agonizing being dragged on your knees.
...and the silver spoon in your mouth tastes spoilt with rust,
when all that glitters is not gold & fortunes turn to dust.
You are prime for the raping.
[Chorus]
And when you do not pander to meet the agenda,
scavengers start to gather.
Perverse visionaries taste the lather;
The just rewards in controlled rebellion.
Tossed & probed like a gristly piece of meat,
Lock, stock, & barrel slave.
You just don´t contradict big brother.
He has got the right to puch you under.
... & they pledge you the earth, then pull you six feet down.
And you are branded with the stigma: unusable dropouts.
... & with inspiration ravaged, you take the final bow,
the creative demeanor shattered into a million pieces.
You are ripe for the breaking.
[Chorus]
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