In Shoals

The city's sky blows blackened doom Onto the little life that's left You're still glued to a screen While the real world turns to dust Mind control devices Installed for education Are focussing your energy On the furthest thing from reality They keep you deaf To the sound of revolution They avert your eyes From the sceptic's decapitation Seek no solace digging for roots There is no interpretation for truth No solace for truth Omnipresent secrecy Under the flag of democracy There's feds at the door Oh it's just fed ex Thought I heard walkie talkies Must've been them redneck neighbours of mine They fuckin' with they cb And we in the spot watchin' c.o.p.s. on tv You have been sold You always bought what you've been told You have been sold You always bought what you've been told You have been sold You always bought what you've been told You have been sold You have been sold You have been sold You have been sold

Submitted by Grave666 — Feb 21, 2026

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There is no hope You're living in a concrete cage Under black concrete clouds The concrete paths you walk with pride You walk them gagged and folded blind There is no hope, concrete fingers will squash your house There is no hope, concrete teeth will chew your kind There is no hope, your fat from wealth There is no hope, will be ripped out There is no hope, it will feed well There is no hope, the starving wretch I don't want to be Nailed to a concrete cross I don't want to obey A concrete god I don't want to be Nailed to a concrete cross I don't want to obey A concrete god There is a crook at your door With every second ring They want to sell you the world And though it's tempting to give in Don't let them in Don't let them in Don't let them in Don't let them in Don't let them in The concrete paths you walk with pride You walk them gagged and folded blind There is no hope Your fat from wealth will be ripped out It will feed well the starving wretch I don't want to be Nailed to a concrete cross I don't want to obey A concrete god I don't want to be Nailed to a concrete cross I don't want to obey A concrete god I don't want to be Nailed to a concrete cross I don't want to obey A concrete god

Submitted by Grave666 — Feb 21, 2026

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It all changes so quickly You dress away insecurity And your friends prevent you From forming identity What is everyone else doing? What kind of identity crisis is the most common? Where the hell are you today? And who really cares?

Submitted by Grave666 — Feb 21, 2026

You can't link me to your life Can't link me to your goddamn lie Your made-up character The only person you are fooling is yourself You fashion posers put me down We don't have anything in common Everything you do, everything you say Means nothing to me Fans are your merely subjects And you're the ruling class Living by a status quo Which few will disobey Disobey You can't link me to your life Can't link me to your goddamn lie Your made up character Speaking of your so called markets Trust me one day you will find yourself Surrounded by dead cities

Submitted by Grave666 — Feb 21, 2026

You're under surveillance But they force you to smile The grin of suppression Makes the face of regression Understand what situation you're in And ask the right questions You still give up What will never become You still give up What will never become Self-determination Versus higher income Your freedom has a price And you pay it from the taxes Which pay their coup d'état The rise of the establishment Operations under false flag Are their power, your retirement You rather buy things you don't need From money you don't have To impress people you don't like Who keep the job 'inside'

Submitted by Grave666 — Feb 21, 2026

The new economy curs They are barking again Their chants are ringing out Above the city's roofs As they cross my way Looking for a vent I will bring them down With my bare hands This is the oldest brood Clawing its way, its way through Armed with brief-cases Dressed in tuxedo suits Welcome to the jungle This is what I've become Note down my words: I don't owe shit to anyone! This is the oldest brood Clawing its way through Armed with brief-cases Dressed in tuxedo suits

Submitted by Grave666 — Feb 21, 2026

Lazy and convenient she is The mother of the nation The mother of creation She spends more on, on commercialising a cause Than she does on feeding her products Forget about the news News are her advertisement Speaking too many cold words chopped her lips Forget about the news Speaking too many cold words chopped her lips

Submitted by Grave666 — Feb 21, 2026

It’s hard to find the right words My language is foreign to yours It separates us from each other I just want to believe But you want to verify Science never solved our cases I never asked for anyone's acceptance Never wanted to be anybody else Never wanted to be anywhere but here

Submitted by Grave666 — Feb 21, 2026