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letra de brave towards the apogee - when thieves are about

staring up at skies shaped out by blacksmiths
commercialized underground fortress
built to keep you safe
but hunger always finds its way
it’s steep as you climb up to find there’s no way out of here
programmed bots: a species coded to combust
untaught, our sovereignty had turned to dust
gasp, the circ-mstances strikingly unmapped
actions have been stripped of meaning
survival has you trapped
cause as the napalm dropped
you turned your cheek, cleaned up, closed shop
in the vault, you’re desperate mine will always l-st for hope within it’s rust
as it stands, when will i get a say?
voted down, when will i get a say?
(i’m holding out strong like vines that scale up buildings)
partisan, why don’t i get a say?
(infidels come to tear it down)
sleight of hand, why don’t i get a say?
like vines that scale derelict buildings
fearing what’s beneath
silencing the uprising
i want to fight but i’m faltering in dread
newsflash, fear brought to mislead your brain is caught in between the press machine ink blot
what’s left to win?
freedom of speech is just a gesture that means
that you can use your voice within
the chalk outline that marks your prime
these borders seal your fate with time
freedom of speech is just a gesture that means that you can use your voice within
we’re hanging on edge
never letting go as long as we can get a grip
each being bleeds red
let’s torch our way out to escape the bullsh-t that we’re fed
this mortuary’s lined with stars and stripes of flags we’ve never flown, with faults shown
spreading rampant like cancer cells
remission, walking on egg sh-lls
doctors say this is the fourth stage and chemotherapy won’t save
december of existence brings a battle chorus we all sing
and we are wanting to, longing to, forced into, but never dared to
as i look in my reflection, who would’ve known?
(fear is a deity we will defy)
i would’ve got a recognition, a soul once owned
the coroners report containing the details of our final days will be obstinate, malcontent
dissident, so come and get us
bayonets and loaded barrels
empowered by the harshest truths
attuned as we prepare for battle
we wave goodbye to november to brave toward the apogee

- when thieves are about

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