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Where Do Ripples Go?
02:15
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Does this stone in my hand contain more than just sand?
Is there substance to make water move?
I’ve tried it before, but the rock hit the shore.
Now I’m questioning my field of view.
These waves seem like they’re too big to break.
Do I contain the strength it’ll take?
I’ve got it, I know it.
I grip it, then throw it.
But the impact just won’t seem to grow.
But dammit, I need this.
It’s worth it, I feel it.
I feel that there’s weight in my stone.
These waves seem like they’re too big to break.
How far can one ripple go?
Can I know?
This world filled with brutality sparks an anger that empowers me.
But can my efforts really change a thing?
I’ll never know it
Unless I try.
I’ll keep on throwing my stone,
And trust its impact with the tide.
Actions I need to make,
The kind that help things change,
Do they have a chance?
Maybe from far away a ripple might be seen.
Pain is sure to remain when we don’t choose movement.
If I suppress
What’s in my chest
I can’t expect
This cold world to improve.
So I won’t suppress
What’s got me pissed.
I’ll push regardless.
If not me, then who?
I choose to make water move!
These ripples I make,
I’ll never know where they go.
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2. |
Dissonance
00:53
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Must not think about it! (x3)
Don’t!
Please don’t make me doubt it! (x3)
I won’t!
What I’ve got I was taught by my parents along time ago.
My convictions lie in traditions I don’t question.
I guess I’m a clone.
Doubts? I do what I always do.
Justify.
Rationalize.
‘Cause I don’t want to understand.
My fear and comfort keep me here.
When my conscience speaks
I’d rather keep to the things I think I know.
So I push, push, push it away.
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3. |
Chastity Of Mind
02:37
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Remember how we used to dream of a future, of today?
Where cars could fly,
Homes in the sky,
Moonshots of a world changed.
Today was much better then,
So futuristic, so prime.
Instead we live a future primitive.
Damn our chastity of mind!
Still hooked on:
Hatred, the violence, racism, the silence, division
No surprise, we dreamt lies. Be certain, this wasn’t the vision.
If not the vision then why?
Was this your world?
Was this my world?
‘Cause this is our world.
So then why?
Hate controls us.
But how did that control bind?
Is this the kind of place that we wanted?
Is this what we had in mind?
Was this your world?
Was this my world?
‘Cause this is our world.
So then why?
It’s not what we wanted.
It’s not what we wanted.
It’s not what we wanted.
It’s not what we wanted!
Change is pain, but loosens chains.
And words alone keep things the same.
So let’s keep action fueled by rage,
‘Cause futures are conceived today.
But only if we try.
That damned chastity of mind.
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4. |
Commodified Existence
01:28
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I’m a human being.
Not a commodity.
So why does my life seem.
Expendable to the capital machine?
3 jobs, can’t eat, 2 mouths to feed, I choke.
It’s clear my wage is meant to keep me broke.
Bootstraps long torn, why can’t I flee this yoke?
I’ll tell you!
Focused with their “I’s”, the rich pretend not to see.
The world they dub “free” requires my poverty.
Their comfort and efficiency are strangling me.
The invisible hand’s around my throat.
How many lives go unlived,
Robbed by systems that deny humanity,
All because of greed?
They won’t stop it.
Can I?
I can start by recognizing:
I’m not expendable!
My life has value,
But not as currency
In a violent system
That relies and thrives on killing me.
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5. |
Halfway
02:49
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I’d say, I’d say this wasn’t quite what I wanted.
A new day, I’d say we’ve come upon it, but did I not want it?
I’d pay, for halfway if it meant a sliver of hurt will help the memories stay.
Please, let these memories stay.
I’ve learned this truth, a tinge of blue delays the fadeaway.
Through the years a subtle strain helps keep you here with me.
All consuming? No, I’m choosing to stay halfway.
So I’ll stay this way If it means I feel you by me.
This pain, when halfway, it’s like lightning.
For a moment my life’s brightened by you.
I need halfway to maintain your flame in me.
Halfway helps you remain.
So in times when I need you I won’t be defeated.
‘Cause I know you’re not far off.
You see, I used to think to fully grieve meant that I shouldn’t feel any pain!
But it shows me
War can’t steal you again.
In death you don’t have any pain.
And time can’t push you away.
Just as long as
I’m fully healed halfway.
And that’s exactly where I want to be.
I’m fully healed halfway.
I’m fully healed halfway.
Halfway’s like an open door.
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Viewpoint
01:57
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Through another’s eyes lives concealed reality.
Truth that starves without empathy.
Honesty only seen when apathy is consciously restrained.
When someone unlike you bleeds
Whose wounds bare witness to inequities
Why deny and cast it aside
All because it’s not a pain you recognize?
The hardships you’ve had, yeah you’ve had them.
Advantage doesn’t mean that life’s not hard.
What it means are the means to relieve the strain
Don’t take some equally as far.
We’re all a piece in a corrupted system
And it’s obvious it stains.
Once we admit it we can remit it
And work to rid the roots of unjust pain.
Peering through another’s eyes could mean a better way!
Listening to others is kindness.
Seeing from their viewpoint is faith.
Dismantling your baggage is progress.
Not trying? That’s spitting in their face.
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7. |
What Is It For?
02:40
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What makes us human?
Is it the gift to choose?
Then why choose damage the ways we do?
Then why still hatred?
Then why still kill?
Is to be human to crave power’s thrill?
Can we be cured then,
Of abuse of power?
Relief from allure, can it be now?
Please, can it be now?
Power, what is it for?
Why disregard
And why give hate
To those with whom
We can’t relate?
Why do we ravage?
Why clutch conceit?
Why do we harm
In the words we speak?
Why close our eyes?
Why turn our head
When shameful systems
Leave humans dead?
Is comfort worth it?
What drives our lust to feel above another?
Is dominion the source of esteem?
Why do we let pride undermine human kindness
And devolve us from kin to machines?
Do we think to compete is to live?
Does power demand that we take more than give?
When once shed of the addiction to power
Can we still be called human beings?
What kind of creature begins to exist?
What species are we without greed?
Do we think to compete is to live?
Does power demand that we take more than give?
Power, what is it for?
What is it for? (x3)
When a little power’s gained,
Do we ask what motivates the need for more?
What for?
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Bent Blue San Diego, California
San Diego Hardcore
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