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Tsunami Rising - Slitting Your Wrists With a Competitive Edge

From the album A Silent Spring by Tsunami Rising Available here: http://tsunamirising.bandcamp.com/alb... Lyrics: Educate, indoctrinate, increase constraints to compensate the weight of ethical debate. The minds of children need the state. While social status separates us, generations devastated, no one even hesitated, bigger plans became instated. Then we begin to deplete with TV scenes and sporting teams. We pledge allegiance to competing, losing freedom we once needed. Now divided, fear inside us, once excited, now in hiding. Though in spite of who is right, nobody's fighting up the line of command, cause we demand, help of the man. Nobody stands to bite the hand or understand deceptive plans of elite clans. Herds of steer herded by fear, unnerved by beer, unheard, unclear. The future's near, the future's bleak. The pills are strong, the people are weak. One day we finally will see that the dreams we seek will not be achieved but planting seeds can grow a tree and seeing your cell will set you free. These walls are closing in. We need to make our move. The time has come to go, stand up or run away. Now new gods accept all major credit cards. Paid politicians play facades for laymen's alms while dropping bombs like Vietnam while Viacom subsides and calms anyone's qualms with funny sitcoms. Sins seem absolved, rage soon dissolves, all problems solved then the money revolves to the top. People screaming inside job see demons deeming sins of god. In business fraud, no sentence is sought. Judges and priests commend and applaud the death of independent thought. Descendants taught dependence not transcendence past repentance for fueling the prior fire of desire to acquire more than we require. Your life is a lie if your leaders are liars. A destructive empire with an angelic choir. A think tank with four flat tires made of kings and the sires that build the plans that transpire. Our wages low but the prices go higher and higher. These walls are closing in. We need to make our move. The time has come to go, stand up or run away. A constant butting of heads with the shadow in my own. A confrontation with labyrinth walls. A yeasayer living nay. A balance we cannot keep. The curse of Aquarius. The water bearer's plague. These walls are closing in. We need to make our move. The time has come to go, stand up or run away.