Vārdi:
Refused Songs To Fan The Flames Of Discontent

Somewhere along the line we lost Individuality paid the cost Close enough to inhale the security As always too far away We breed upon culture sickness

The need to dream makes it easy To provide a package to fulfill life Your prefabricated beauty Your tan, blank skin, your slim white torsos Your plastic

Is there a single thing That'd make you comprehend As long as we shut up We still sanction them My silence will convict me My silence will convict me

You knew what I was gonna say When I didn't, I did anyway, it seems I'll survive with self-respect intact And you? Every freedom needs a trust This trust

Staying up planning the downfall of your corrupted system What plot will I figure out, what thoughts will I pen down? I will have my coup d'etat I will

The bait... the prey... the mice Debate... the meth...od of... demise Debate... your high I'll lie beside you, walk you down and lay the beat beneath

Is there a single thing That'd make you comprehend As long as we shut up We still sanction them? My silence will convict me My silence will convict

The game is over Damage is done Fuck you for Playing along Break through the surface Only to suffocate Beating it into me - Beating it into me Burn

Turn Off Hail to the deafening End Life For ego reasoning Consumer of selfishness, feel it bleed Death traditions feeds the suffering Acquire by-products