It comes apart
From Parisian slums
To nola's gutted heart
Up from the ground
With the sounds of running in the aftermath
The Blowback and the Fallout
Understand
The implications of a fucked cycle in decay
Symptoms of decline
Your privilege on parade
There comes a point
When the bow bends and breaks
When the fucked push back against
The cradle of the state
The Spirit ofl
'68
'56
'99
2006!
So while you while you while away your days,
The underbell's strain, the back-alley rage
Growing down in the depths of the master's estate,
The communities dispersed where the levies break
You can hear the pins drop
Because they're under the nails of those in Bagram
And Guantanamo Bay - proxy satellite states
In every case, the themes are the same
The same themes remain.
Compelled to push back like never before.
From the seams It comes apart From Parisian slums To nola's gutted heart Up from the ground With the sounds of running in the aftermath The Blowback and the Fallout Understand The implications of a fucked cycle in decay Symptoms of decline Your privilege on parade There comes a point When the bow bends and breaks When the fucked push back against The cradle of the state The Spirit ofl '68 '56 '99 2006! So while you while you while away your days, The underbell's strain, the back-alley rage Growing down in the depths of the master's estate, The communities dispersed where the levies break You can hear the pins drop Because they're under the nails of those in Bagram And Guantanamo Bay - proxy satellite states In every case, the themes are the same The same themes remain. Compelled to push back like never before. Explain Request ×
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