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l.a salami - systemic pandemic كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1]
as i sit in isolation with my code
the enlightened construct of my roof has gathered mould
an absent god leaves free illusion’s stage for phallus acts
and my empire dominated act is gettin’ old
nihilists with capital may help you make the roads
but the masculine in m_s_ch_st don’t help a flower grow
men might build a house, but only women make a home
it’s houseless men that make me threat my earth, won’t make it home
genocide, psychopaths, warlords make the maps
a masculine audacity that’s woven in the stats
fеmininity in wanton touch, she heals her sеrvants back
and if healing is a balance act, let balance take control
[chorus]
i need some love to hold on to
outside the shadows that i’ve grown
i sell myself to the worth i belong to
via the buyers that i know

[verse 2]
by virtue of this bein’ plato’s cave
the crowd beholds the culture that enchants the shadow’s game
compartmentalisin’ colours by eye’s lie, evolve and change
to seein’ dark_coloured people in handcuffs gettin’ slain
a contrarian may hit you with the facts
that, by the numbers, the white deaths outnumber blacks
but in the western world, where the caucasian colour’s stacked
attacks based on the fact you’re black just means discrimination’s free to act
and if power needs an underclass sustained
then they’ll move blindly forward at the cost the weakest pay
and colour doesn’t matter if you’re just too poor to play
and power has no ear to answer weakness on their level of the game

[chorus]
you may need some will to hold on to
but i saw your shadow grow
i sell myself to the worth i belong to
while i watch my flower grow
you may need some will to hold on to
but i saw your shadow grow
i sell myself to the worth i belong to
while i watch my flower grow
in a culture that our ignorance begat
on the thrones where the old kings of nepotism had once sat
now sit the beasts of corporation’s technocrats
the structure minds our comfort to which our morals then adapt
individuals partake with road to gain
and racin’ to the top may seem a catalyst to change
but humans seem misguided by reprisals of their rage
the emotion that insists a soul engage
but power keeps your apathy sustained
exhaustion to earn your portion spent on escorts and cocaine
a tax on artefacts of the instincts that humans crave
and the cycle says there’s always more to gain
and the man might be designed to keep he and his fellows safe
but not at the cost of what is clean instead of sane
you get impatient on impartial ways to act
get out of line, you get exiled, or get your neck snapped

[chorus]
i need some love to hold on to
as you watch your shadow go
i sell myself to the worth i belong to
via the flowers that i know
i need some love to hold on to
as you watch your shadow go
i sell myself to the worth i belong to
via the flowers that i know

- l a salami

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