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Hypocrites! We gonna get inside your mind
Hypocrites! You will pay for your crimes
Hypocrites! We re gonna bleed you dry
Your pockets will be empty but you wont know why
Redistribution is the name of the game
All the cash that you stashed man, we re going to give away
Lizard man beware this is the digital under class
Coming from places you ve only seen from your car
Accountant, lawyer, financial advisor, PR consultant, journalist, advertiser
We know your game and you think that we re playing it
but when the bill comes though the door you re going to be paying it
Hypocrites! We gonna get inside your mind
Hypocrites! You will pay for your crimes
Hypocrites! We re gonna bleed you dry
Your pockets will be empty but you wont know why
ADF definitatly without a doubt have the skills to pay the bills
The word is community we shout it with impunity
It s so uncool, It s incendiary
No slogan, no sound bites, but a long term plan
Teaching the framework, building chains of command
So when the lizard man sticks out his tongue
We pull out our scissors and do a hit and run
This is the digital under class
Yes this is the digital underclass
ADF definitatly without a doubt have the skills to pay the bills

Ecstasy, that’s how I feel you feel for me
But loving you has only just begun like racing sun your way

You’re so sure
You seem to have the one like you by loving me
It’s not that nice
But freedom is the price...

feat. Pee

I am lost to you

All that i feel is fear of being all alone
All that I feel is I am lost to you without you
All that I feel is fear of being all alone
All that I feel is that I am lost to...

Looking over my shoulder at the road that follows
What once seemed to matter now dust at my feet
Memories whisper at the edge of perception
Silent reminders of a life incomplete

And all that remains
Are the scars to remind me
And all the lives I ve thrown away
And all that remains
Are the bars that...

Kwitnę w kawiarni samotny jak jamnik
patrzę na przejście dla pieszych
a po ulicach idą aż słychać
ludzie bo muszą w coś wierzyć
biegną z mozołem nogi pod stołem
na stole leży talerzyk
ktoś nie przystanął nic się nie stało
talerzyk leżał i...

If you could fill a veil with shells from Killiney s shore
and sweet talk in a tongue that is no more
If wishful thought could bridge
The Gulf Of Araby
Between what is, what is, what is
And what can never be
If...