Rough, sharp, dangerous. Muffled ominous bassline plays out at an Rough, sharp, dangerous. Muffled ominous bassline plays out at an energetic pace as scratchy vocals repeat lyrics about a dangerous individual. Rude synth and guitar parts give a post-punk sharpness. Eerie pads fringe instrumentation softly, contrasting chattering stabs of synth, conveying a sense of industrial power. A group of people rising up politically.歌词
You got a weaponised mind, You got a weaponised mind, You got a weaponised mind, You got a weaponised mind.
You forget, What happens, Rhetoric, Hands clapping, Moves slowly, Step by step, Controlling, Lies you're fed.
So what, Got you getting riled up again, Blood clot, Vein pops, As you start to vent, Pre-programmed, Can't escape the dispatch, Broadcast back-track, Didn't mean it like that.
You got a weaponised mind, You got a weaponised mind, You got a weaponised mind, You got a weaponised mind.
Cold regret, Splits atoms, Better stick, To your weapons, Fear growing, Keep your head, Bank rolling, Lies your fed.
Good shot, Get the guns loaded up again, Neighbours watch, Vein pops, As you start to vent, Pre-programmed, Can't escape the dispatch, Broadcast back-track, Didn't mean it like that.
You got a weaponised mind, You do what you have to, You got a weaponised mind, Just do what you came to, You got a weaponised mind, You do what you have to, You got a weaponised mind, Just do what you came to.
You got a weaponised mind, You got a weaponised mind, You got a weaponised mind, You got a weaponised mind.
You got a weaponised mind, You do what you have to, You got a weaponised mind, Just do what you came to, You got a weaponised mind, You do what you have to, You got a weaponised mind, Just do what you came to.
Rough, sharp, dangerous. Muffled ominous bassline plays out at an Rough, sharp, dangerous. Muffled ominous bassline plays out at an energetic pace with shallow drumwork. Rude synth and guitar parts give a post-punk sharpness. Eerie pads fringe instrumentation softly, contrasting chattering stabs of synth, conveying a sense of industrial power. A group of people rising up politically. Instrumental version.
Rough, sharp, dangerous. Muffled ominous bassline plays out at an Rough, sharp, dangerous. Muffled ominous bassline plays out at an energetic pace with shallow drumwork. Heavier drums burst in with force, giving a powerful atmosphere. A group of people rising up politically. Stripped back underscore version.
Grimy, lamenting, downbeat. Shrouded bass melody rides on top of a Grimy, lamenting, downbeat. Shrouded bass melody rides on top of a big post-punk drumbeat as male vocals dictate with a sharp charisma. Lyrics about a society that push people down and denigrate humans, a system built on fake and struggle. Downbeat passion communicated in shuffling rhythm and melancholy but sharp guitar in chorus at 00:41. Meaningful moment @ 1'50 as instrumentation softens and becomes thoughtful.歌词
No patience, Not going anywhere, We don't route for the underdog, no, Complacent, Never had a care, don't argue, just do your job.
lost sleep, Rinse and repeat, Get lost in the sound of your grinding teeth, Reality, Checks are free, Can't you see here we're all in need.
Problem processing your payment, You better know your place in the simulation, More an inmate than a patient, You better know your place in the simulation, It's a sign, It's a sign, Never ask why, just comply, It’s a lie, It’s a lie, Does it remind you that you're breathing, That you're still alive.
Did your job, Can't see the point, We don't route for the underdog, no, Replacement, Life’s never fair, Doesn't argue, just does the work.
Best believe, No inner peace, Uncross your legs and take your leave, Reality, Never been free, Price goes up when we're all in need.
Problem processing your payment, You better know your place in the simulation, More an inmate than a patient, You better know your place in the simulation, It's a sign, It's a sign, Never ask why, just comply, It’s a lie, It’s a lie, Does it remind you that you're breathing, That you're still alive.
We don't route for the underdog, No, no, don't argue, just do your job, Your job, your job.
We don't route for the underdog, No, no, don't argue, just do your job, Your job, your job.
Problem processing your payment, You better know your place in the simulation, More an inmate than a patient, You better know your place in the simulation.
You better know your place in the simulation, You better know your place in the simulation, You better know your place in the simulation, You better know your place in the simulation.
Grimy, lamenting, downbeat. Shrouded bass melody rides on top of a Grimy, lamenting, downbeat. Shrouded bass melody rides on top of a big post-punk drumbeat. Detuned lead rises up with a sense of dirty power. Downbeat passion communicated in shuffling rhythm and melancholy but sharp guitar in chorus at 00:41. Meaningful moment at 01:50 as instrumentation softens and becomes thoughtful. Instrumental version.
Grimy, lamenting, downbeat. Shrouded bass melody rides on top of a Grimy, lamenting, downbeat. Shrouded bass melody rides on top of a big post-punk drumbeat. Detuned lead rises up with a sense of dirty power. Downbeat passion communicated in shuffling rhythm and eerie synth. Meaningful moment @ 1'50 as instrumentation softens and becomes thoughtful. Stripped back underscore version.
Melancholy, wistful, dystopian. Rough simple key melody lands on top Melancholy, wistful, dystopian. Rough simple key melody lands on top of a muffled bassline. Restrained bass meets with slow methodical drums as sultry male vocals with lyrics about a pained society built on suffering. A sense of monotony from trip-hop style. Impassioned guitar solo @ 2'05 gives a sense of uncontrollable sombre energy. Ode to a metropolis.歌词
Take what you get, heart pumping, You take what you learnt for free, You fake what you can together, Now lay down, look up, what do you see.
Something blue, You gotta feel like suffering through, Monday, make do, Yeah some day, you're gonna break through.
Take what you get, heart pumping, You take what you learnt for free, So pick your battles, Still got your head up in the clouds, Cages you rattle, Ring true, familiar sounds.
Something blue, You gotta feel like suffering through, Monday, make do, Yeah some day, you're gonna break through.
Something blue, You gotta feel like suffering through, Monday, make do, Yeah some day, you're gonna break through.
Melancholy, wistful, dystopian. Rough simple key melody lands on top Melancholy, wistful, dystopian. Rough simple key melody lands on top of a muffled bassline. Restrained bass meets with slow methodical drums. Sludgy bassline gives a sense of a struggle, matched by the monotony of trip-hop style. Impassioned guitar solo at 02:05 gives a sense of uncontrollable sombre energy. Ode to a metropolis. Instrumental version.
Melancholy, wistful, dystopian. Muffled bassline meets with simply Melancholy, wistful, dystopian. Muffled bassline meets with simply dirty drumline conveying a monotonous trip-hop style. Piano and sombre euphoric elements give a sense of struggle and melancholic force. Stripped back underscore version.
Frantic, dirty, loud. Fast drumbeat and bassline give a sense of Frantic, dirty, loud. Fast drumbeat and bassline give a sense of chaotic strength channelled through simple but powerful instrumentation. Lyrics suggest criminality and rebelliousness. Sense of political upheaval through the the tenacious overdriven guitar chords. Sharp guitar solo @ 1'18 further illustrates fiery energy.歌词
Holding a brick in a carrier bag, Driving round town in an unmarked van, Smash and grab, just stick to the plan, Play by the rules, what a business man.
Sanctioned hits, Not stealing, Bad memory, Keep em dreaming, You don't get this, you're not believing, Bad memory, Keep em bleeding.
So twist an arm, And break a fall, Born to rule, Born to rule, You'll waste your time, If you try to clumb this ladder up out, Born to rule, Born to rule, Born to rule.
Touching down in a private jet, Self sabotage, messiah complex, Smash and grab, won't break a sweat, You play by the rules, this is what you get.
Sanctioned hits, Not stealing, Bad memory, Keep em dreaming, You don't get this, you're not believing, Bad memory, Keep em bleeding.
So twist an arm, And break a fall, Born to rule, Born to rule, You'll waste your time, If you try to clumb this ladder up out, Born to rule, Born to rule, Born to rule.
Sanctioned hits, Not stealing, Bad memory, Keep em dreaming, You don't get this, you're not believing, Bad memory, Keep em bleeding.
Born to rule, Born to rule, Born to rule, Born to rule, Born to rule, Born to rule, Born to rule, Born to rule.
Frantic, dirty, loud. Fast drumbeat and bassline give a sense of Frantic, dirty, loud. Fast drumbeat and bassline give a sense of chaotic strength channelled through simple but powerful instrumentation. Chunky power chords give a sense of sadistic energy, exploding into chorus with layering of overdriven chords. Sharp guitar solo @ 1'18 further illustrates fiery aura. Instrumental version.
Frantic, dirty, loud. Fast drumbeat and bassline give a sense of Frantic, dirty, loud. Fast drumbeat and bassline give a sense of chaotic strength channelled through simple but powerful instrumentation. Deep and chunky overdriven bass launches in giving a driving sense of power. With dirty guitars @ 1'04 communicating a rebellious sadistic energy. Stripped back underscore version.
Rough, anticipatory, spooky. Low bass thuds along with kick drum as Rough, anticipatory, spooky. Low bass thuds along with kick drum as heavy drumming launches forward with a sadistic rock energy. Synths begin to layer futuristic beeping melodies as bass lifts at 00:34 to convey an emotive moment. Dirty guitar enters, offering more rock power. A sense of exploration but danger. Wobbling guitar tone gives a sense of eerie terror.
Rough, anticipatory, spooky. Low bass thuds along with kick drum as Rough, anticipatory, spooky. Low bass thuds along with kick drum as heavy drumming launches forward with a sadistic rock energy. Dirty guitar enters, offering a rock energy. A sense of exploration but danger. Wobbling guitar tone gives a sense of eerie terror. Stripped back underscore version.
Melancholy, sad, powerful. High-pitched overdriven guitar gives a Melancholy, sad, powerful. High-pitched overdriven guitar gives a post-rock vibe as morose male vocals sing about suppressing feelings, letting emotions build and approaching the world in a sombre way. Downbeat energy supported by minor chord sequences and emotive guitar. A sense of defeat and emptiness.歌词
Live, laugh die, You block out more than you realise, Cutting ties, Some day You'll have to compromise.
Lucid state, Clarity now compensates, Familiar mistake, Gets worse as you carry the weight.
Lottery hangover, You played, You lost, Now you can say it sober, At no cost.
Broken smile, The rush has been gone a while now, Blood on the tiles, Escalates, gets so hostile.
What a state, No clarity to compensate, Comfortable mistake, Gets worse as you carry the weight.
Lottery hangover, You played, You lost, No you can say it sober, At no cost.
Live, laugh die, You block out more than you realise, Live, laugh die, Some day You'll have to compromise.
Lottery hangover, You played, You lost, No you can say it sober, At no cost.
Melancholy, sad, powerful. High-pitched overdriven guitar gives a Melancholy, sad, powerful. High-pitched overdriven guitar gives a post-rock vibe with a power from sturdy drumbeat. Pulsing dirty bass offers strength in a depressing situation. Downbeat energy supported by minor chord sequences and emotive guitar. A sense of defeat and emptiness. Instrumental version.
Melancholy, sad, powerful. High-pitched overdriven guitar gives a Melancholy, sad, powerful. High-pitched overdriven guitar gives a post-rock vibe with a power from sturdy drumbeat. Pulsing dirty bass offers strength in a depressing situation. Downbeat energy supported by minor chord sequences and emotive guitar. A sense of defeat and emptiness. Stripped back underscore version.
Dirty, determined, sadistic. Rock bass pushes out with a rough rhythm Dirty, determined, sadistic. Rock bass pushes out with a rough rhythm as male vocals whisper with a charismatic enigmatic vibe. Sturdy drums burst through giving a strong backbone to a determined driven spirit. Synth arpeggiations offer a sense of dystopian. Neon green materials and industrial backdrop, supported by phased vocals.歌词
Hmm I'm well, What did you want me to say, I got the same new reasons, Why I don't pray, I know there's no way in, That I’ve not ignored, I’ve tallied up the sins, I think Im winning Lord.
Yeah I got, Two halves of a lot some would say, Im on the winning machine, My lucks not going away, You call a straight line crooked, It’s in what you say, Just a sign you're looking, For a way not pay.
To get out of yourself, Become somebody else, It’s a good dream, Like morphine, Like your on screen, Can't wake up, It's a good dream, Like morphine, Like your on screen, Can't wake up.
I'm ok, What you expect me to say, Thought I was the hero, Everything was going my way, Now I got no way out, Can't find an exit here, I scream and I shout, But the words don't come out clear.
To get out of yourself, Become somebody else, It’s a good dream, Like morphine, Like your on screen, Can't wake up, It's a good dream, Like morphine, Like your on screen, Can't wake up.
To get out of yourself, Become somebody else, It’s a good dream, Like morphine, Like your on screen, Can't wake up, It's a good dream, Like morphine, Like your on screen, Can't wake up.
Dirty, determined, sadistic. Rock bass pushes out with a rough Dirty, determined, sadistic. Rock bass pushes out with a rough rhythm. Sturdy drums burst through giving a strong backbone to a determined driven spirit. Synth arpeggiations offer a sense of dystopian. Neon green materials and industrial backdrop. Instrumental version.
Dirty, determined, sadistic. Rock bass pushes out with a rough Dirty, determined, sadistic. Rock bass pushes out with a rough rhythm. Sturdy drums burst through giving a strong backbone to a determined driven spirit. Neon green materials and industrial backdrop. Stripped back underscore version.
Strong, sleazy, loose. Chunky overdriven bassline gives a chaotic Strong, sleazy, loose. Chunky overdriven bassline gives a chaotic texture as male vocals communicate a rebellious, provocative message, teasing about conforming to society. Heavy sharp guitar @ 0'33 gives a thudding energy. A careless coarse atmosphere, contrasted glitchy synths at 00:57. Indie sleaze style.歌词
Hey, Get through the day, If that's what it takes, To fill the space between your ears, Just holding place, Not losing face in all this fear, Familiar taste, Sharp and bitter, All too clear.
Taking a backseat, One with the concrete, Bittersweet heartbeat, You take it for granted, Can't eat, don't sleep, Wasting on the scrap heap, Bittersweet heartbeat, You take it for granted.
No, I'm not alone, Made this a home, Dragged with the undertow, Rest in the deep below, Take what you're owed, Make no mistakes, In the weakness you show.
Taking a backseat, One with the concrete, Bittersweet heartbeat, You take it for granted, Can't eat, don't sleep, Wasting on the scrap heap, Bittersweet heartbeat, You take it for granted.
Never been so low, Never been so low, Never been so low.
Taking a backseat, One with the concrete, Bittersweet heartbeat, You take it for granted, Can't eat, don't sleep, Wasting on the scrap heap, Bittersweet heartbeat, You take it for granted.
Dystopian, dirty, explosive. Coarse texture with scratchy guitar and Dystopian, dirty, explosive. Coarse texture with scratchy guitar and synth support whispered vocals lamenting a futuristic soulless society. Overdriven guitar and bass give a pressurised power, exploding at 00:39. A determination to break out of conforming society. Synth interlude at 01:44 gives a sense of emotion and meaningfulness before another explosion.歌词
Your humanity has become a museum piece, Brutality resurfaces when It's warranted the least, Turns out It's predetermined no evolutionary leap, You suffer but you're earning that proverbial kick in the teeth.
There ain't a lot to me, There ain't a lot to me, What I need to be, No curiosity.
I'm ok, no future, plug me in computer, Have your say, No offence, Enjoy your day, anonymous user.
You view yourself through the lens of all your hopes and dreams, So far from reality it drowns out the screams, From the eminent creeping approach of the thinking machine, Doesn't matter what you feel or say or what you choose to believe.
There ain't a lot to me, There ain't a lot to me, What I need to be, No curiosity.
I'm ok, no future, plug me in computer, Have your say, No offence, Enjoy your day, anonymous user.
Who are you, Who are you.
Anonymous user, There ain't a lot to me, Anonymous user, There ain't a lot to me, Anonymous, Anonymous, User.
Dystopian, dirty, explosive. Coarse texture with scratchy guitar and Dystopian, dirty, explosive. Coarse texture with scratchy guitar and synth give a mean-sounding energy. Overdriven guitar and bass give a pressurised power, exploding at 00:39. A determination to break out of conforming society. Synth interlude at 01:44 gives a sense of emotion and meaningfulness before another explosion. Instrumental version.
Dystopian, dirty, explosive. Coarse texture with synths give a Dystopian, dirty, explosive. Coarse texture with synths give a mean-sounding energy. Overdriven guitar and bass give a pressurised power, exploding at 00:39 with alarm sounding guitar riff. A determination to break out of conforming society. Synth interlude @ 1'44 gives a sense of emotion and meaningfulness before another explosion. Stripped back underscore version.
Evil, epic, rough. Chugging synth bass joined by echoing vocals about Evil, epic, rough. Chugging synth bass joined by echoing vocals about modern society, a spirit of rebelliousness supported by dirty drums and synths, moving into more emotive melodic sequence. Vocals soar above swampy instrumentation along with post-punk guitars with heated solo @ 0'50. Wall of sound from resonant sharp bass and assault of guitars. Classic guitar solo at 02:26 with trills gives a more classic rock energy.歌词
Treading water, disconnect, From the model world you play on, Like a deaf God, Can't hear the firing squads, Wrong day to take the blame on.
Just give em a lie, To play on, Fear is the state, Just give em a lie, To put the blame on, Fear is the state, Control propagates.
Something pulls you further in, Anything to believe, Always in need, part of me.
Treading water, disconnect, From the model world you play on, Like a deaf God, Can't hear the firing squads, Wrong day to take the blame on.
Just give em a lie, To play on, Fear is the state, Just give em a lie, To put the blame on, Fear is the state. Control propagates.
Something pulls you further in, Anything to believe, Always in need, part of me.
Some make a choice, Some take it, Some burn, Some let it go, Some make a choice, Some take it, So tell you what you wanna know.
Tell you what you wanna know, Yeah tell me what you wanna know, What you are, Yeah tell me what you know.
Something pulls you further in, Anything to believe, Always in need, part of me.
Evil, epic, rough. Chugging synth bass joined by dirty drums and Evil, epic, rough. Chugging synth bass joined by dirty drums and synths, moving into more emotive melodic sequence at 00:34. Post-punk guitars with heated solo at 00:50. Wall of sound from resonant sharp bass and assault of guitars. Classic guitar solo @ 2'26 with trills gives a more classic rock energy. Instrumental version.
Evil, epic, rough. Chugging synth bass joined by dirty drums and Evil, epic, rough. Chugging synth bass joined by dirty drums and synths, moving into more emotive melodic sequence at 00:34. Wall of sound from resonant sharp bass and heavy drums. Stripped back underscore version.
