All That I've Got (borntothenight) wrote in esp_is_dead,
All That I've Got
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"Born Frustrated"--Rancid

Is it you?
Is it you who's been orchestrated?
Is it you?
Is it you who's born frustrated?

Hey! Hey! Hey!
Is it you?
Hey! Hey! Hey!
Is it you?
Is it you who's born frustrated?

American shopping malls,
Where a product is sold and bought here,
Euthanizing the public,
While the dead walk the escalators,
the drone from the loudspeakers,
repeat a subliminal message,
that hypnotizes you to consume
and there's no way to fight it.

Is it you?
Is it you who's been orchestrated?
Is it you?
Is it you who's born frustrated?

Hey! Hey! Hey!
Is it you?
Hey! Hey! Hey!
Is it you?
Is it you who's born frustrated?

Is this human freedom,
Hedonistic excess?
Junky consumerism,
Mass-production, toxic sickness,
Everyone is wearing now,
Plastic masks that they hide behind,
Marketing massive slabs of nothing,
Everything is for sale here.

Is it you?
Is it you who's been orchestrated?
Is it you?
Is it you who's born frustrated?

Hey! Hey! Hey!
Is it you?
Hey! Hey! Hey!
Is it you?
Is it you who's born frustrated?

The arrogates are spewing nonsense,
Well, they're so aggressive,
Yet so repulsive
Well, it's a noxious culture,
Of the swarming vultures!
And I an imposter,
And he's coming to get you!

Is it you?
Is it you who's been orchestrated?
Is it you?
Is it you who's born frustrated?

Hey! Hey! Hey!
Is it you?
Hey! Hey! Hey!
Is it you?
Is it you who's born frustrated?

"Arrested In Shanghai"--Rancid

They assured me I was guilty but I commited no crim
They said confessions bring lenience so they put me on the line
So I protest the massacres at the Tiananmen Square
My friends said yo, stay away man, you better not go fucking back there

They wouldn't let me write about my opinions about the state
And freedom of expression they would never tolerate
And the military secrets that I never did steal
I didn't start no violence, and there was nobody that I killed

So I have a clear account of all the abuses of power
And the memories of my homeland have now gone sour
And I only got one weapon, its so plain for me to see
My only weapon I call.. poetry

And I don't even know why
The truth seems like a lie
In my cell there is no sky
When I was arrested in Shanghai

Into wealth and priveledge, huh, I was not born
But a devotion to freedom and liberty, I was sworn
So every emotion is studdied, watched and controlled
Who gets paid, who gets disciplined, who gets rolled

A transmitter beams my coordinates anywhere on earth
And radio waves, surveilance, satellite burst
Open up your skull and let some knowledge come in
Crack open the cranium and let awareness begin.......
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