Album: Words From The Exit Wound (1998)
It is a straight & narrow path
or is it fate which takes our hand?
Play the game, praise the man that fakes the masterplan;
take the rough with the smooth.
Whose loss do we loose?
What else could we disprove?
Who shapes the abuse?
You prostitute integrity & blindly steal identity.
Buy it out & watch it die;
fashion talks, the bullshit flies.
Bite your tongue & breath a sight;
take the fall or take the climb.
Streamlined & new improved,
a nation sadly out of tune.
Is it just old-fashioned - creation with a passion?
Just an observation of a machine generation.
Push this.
The same old song.
Is the message lost in this - that isn´t politics?
Theres a rhyme to this reason:
they are one & the same.
Take the heart they´ve broke
and the money they´ve choke;
you are left with no answer
to this industry chancer.
Just an observation of a machine generation.
Push this.
The same old song
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