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• Artiste: Bread And Circuits
• Titre: Bread And Circuits
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Justice runs a Clorox beat up and down Valencia street. What are the neighbors to think? You know blood stains wash out in neon ink. On every block a ticking clock rests anxious on the hour. The city fathers are terrified we might realize who holds the power. Pick your poison, division or diversion, we're given Bread and Circuits for a purpose-- to keep us tranquilized. Pioneers with settler fears circle their wagons tight. A pioneer with settler fear... I know -- I also lock my doors at night. From the Fiances of Death to the financiers of downtown debt, I hope we never forget the signed the checks in our name. Pick your poison... The blood suck fucks of vampire alley, I owe my life to their fix. This voice was nurtured with the milk of commerce, but I just might learn how to use it. And I've heard the call to take their capital, but from the boulevard the words are bleeding, "settler plow at your own peril". They raise gates around Valencia Gardens, but their tiring iron will fall.