Pressure Plate

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Take a deep breath
Take a step back
Take a moment…..

Take off that mask throw off the disguise
Look at yourself through your own eyes

Don’t give into the pressure of pliable perception
Don’t be a fool and fall for this societal deception

Switch off the TV if you really want to see
Into the very depths of your own soul

You can’t put a price on your own self worth
You have been programmed since your birth

Anxiety, depression the symptom of a sick society
In an insane world why strive for conformity?

Just be who you want to be
Not who your friends and family want to see
Not some character beamed live through the TV

Live for your own reality
Remain true to yourself….

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Generation Alienation

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Dreaming of a life we can never attain
Drinking in big brother convincing ourselves sane
Brainwashed on reality TV, fame aint setting in
Where did it go wrong, where did it begin?

Brought up to believe the world could be ours
Told to constantly keep looking at the stars
Now it has turned to ash in our mouths
We are pissed off for being left behind
No second to stop constantly on the grind

We thought we’d be kings of a better tomorrow
Our dreams slowly fade as reality sets in
Before you know it we are settling for sorrow
Hiding in vain all our shame and our pain
Lost in a world focused on material gain

Corruption Capitalism

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Creed of Capitalism
Is the greed of capitalism
Bringing about the fall of capitalism
There is no hope of reforming capitalism
We can only settle for abolishing capitalism
Solely because of the crimes of capitalism
Forget about the lies of capitalism
Focus on the destruction of capitalism
Socialism the only cure for capitalism

Deforestation

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Magic money tree
give us a war
some trident missiles
plus the bankers want more

Oh magic money tree
we can’t do without
the fruits of our labour
give us the benefit of the doubt

Magic money tree
Its an autumn of austerity
A winter of discontent

Magic money tree
decimated a decade

A lonely whisper is a scream

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That little voice in the back of your mind
It always pops up during quiet times
Not quite sure what to make of it
Its offloading all its self doubt
Stalking shadow out and about
Try to outrun the little voice
Foolishly thought I had a choice