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letra de eppsilon - false idols

verse one (eppsilon):
welcome to the modern age, a world of incomprehension
we’ll bomb a foreign section beneath this false flag for
a cheaper drop in your engine
manufactured consent: it’s us against them
honour the henchmen then rob them of their pension
since when doesn’t it make economical sense then?
rhetorical question
your common sense is off in the wrong direction
geneva what convention?
they playing dead, we ain’t playing dumb
as if we got exemption from this horror penchant
why so serious son?
all to relieve the comic tension
winning wars in the comment section with pretentious condescension
on our beloved tech
nil-logical inventions
sacrifice for the god’s affection: all attention’s offered

hook:
there’s an elephant in the room, a ghost at the banquet
i don’t know if i like how it’s been anch-r-d
return the false idols i used to worship
search through the trash for the proof of purchase

vesre two (billy crisps):
open up my eyelids to a land so f-ckin’ priceless
modify the harvest so it looks right in the market
sign in wireless devices so they can stay right beside us
& resource demand trumps environmental crisis & uh
m-sses gather and support the backward actions
of decisions delivered from lifeless leaders lacking p-ssion
a currency priority, pollies and twisted policies
more concerned about being top dog than following morals
a fantastic saddening, i take my hands and i clap them
we inhabit and damage, our own planet’s -ss-ssins
our number and names, bloodstained handed to banks
and any mending agenda seems a ridiculous happening
so tell me, is there really no more room?
between the roo and the emu, which part of human is evil?
all i believe it’s true, in a world so far from equal
deceitful, i see such similar people

verse three (eppsilon):
just wanna cower in the corner but can’t afford to stand still
those against the grain get trampled
gotta earn my keep in this anthill, i’m so thankful
for my -ssembly line position, bashing this anvil
just take your soma capsule, it can all be so tranquil
never mind the heavy metals seeping out the landfill
as well as seas that rapidly fill with plastic that k!lls
the plankton and krill, outnumbered a mill to practically nil
just make bank for the bills, there’s a tank to be filled
i’ma beat this high horse well past it’s last legs
farming the flesh, target a market that’s starving to death
charge an arm and a leg, the “bargains” are theft
but the margins are met, can’t harbour regret
til no arbours are left, just carbon for breath

- false idols

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