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• Artiste: Ocean (The)
• Titre: Hadean
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Sitting out the goosestep Of the long march of the Yes-men As their gold card wielding wives Are consumed by bitterness It takes a lifetime to conceive That your days in the sun are but brief So they snivel, and repeat the echoes That buzz off every screen No wonder that the sociopaths At the top of the human thrash pile Refer to us as cattle: we are branded, sold and fatted We're raised for a purpose A drear existence on the work farm And then a quiet death in the nursing-barn "You must pay your dues", cries the humble mind We're distracted with excuses Why we can't reach for the stars And so we never spring to arms To claim back what's being taken from us here Every single fucking day "If you can't beat 'em, join 'em", another one cries... We're distracted with excuses Why we can't reach for the stars And so we never spring to arms To reclaim what we are loosing Every day