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subhas - red dot كلمات الأغنية

left, right
left, right
left, right
left, right

left, right
left, right
left, right

left, right. left, right. follow the cadence or you get left, right?
even if you stray you stay line of sight, but i ran, ran with all my might
i was born in ’92, living in ’84, stuck in this loop running hard from the truths
so i took my pain spit it in the booth. i can hear them already preparing the noose, but…

this is mind and my sanity i won’t lose

parents couldn’t pay rent so i’m trying to get real estate in a realer state
developing state? whatever narrative they use as bait
that supplements the sedative they administrate
to set you straight, to seal your fate, to propagate hate so we procreate
somebody please tell me is it too late?

because the potemkin metropolis is complete…

… and this concrete never had a heartbeat
and more than these decks are void
when the red dot is aiming right between your eyes
i never even had a choice

… and this concrete never had a heartbeat
and more than these decks are void
when the red dot is aiming right between your eyes
…

what price are we giving for this standard of living
statistics all lies, our eyes they deceiving
tell them there is order in chaos order in the mess
i want to live in a place i can see the homeless
the evil is more insidious if they not on the streets
sometimes i wonder how the marginalized sleep
they probably up late at night, plotting a plan
but this nightmare never ever ends…

they tell me go with the flow, but i’m swimming upstream
and f-ck staying afloat, i’ll be living the dream
change the whole course in the process, because the syllabus got me feeling less
euthanasia for these youth in asia through an iv. the drug? the os, the as, and even ibs
put them on the bell curve, grading by degrading, standardised testing, the abattoir is the next thing

so we conform to the norm as we march in uniform. cogs in the machine stuck in our routine
do well in your next test, work on that promotion. never ever question, display your emotion
and the powers that be, they look down to see, the -ssembly locked in as they hold the key
they ask for a headcount, 1-2-3…

but they made a mistake, forgot to count me

meritocracy is a hypocrisy that mainstreams mediocrity
it lies about the difference between you and me
but the majority they won’t pause to see. too comfortable, ac’s and sprees
the next time you read the news, take a second glance, a proper gander
what’s the real agenda?

it’s our minds they gerrymander

they say your birthplace is motherland, but where is home?
a place i don’t recognise, nothing that i own
we’ve made foreigners in our own land, refugees on our own sand. reclaimed everything but our minds
when they shaved my head, they cut my roots. i’m just here to tell the truth
and give voice to a generation, that asked who, asked why, said no

is this wishful thinking or blissful sinking? i don’t know

so the price on my soul they ask me how much
but some things in this life you cannot touch
and maybe right about now, you feel it too
that red dot has found its way over you
forehead sweating
temples starting to burn
but you must know the red dot does not discern
we all have red dots on our heads
some brighter than others, the choice between silver or lead
so as it sits there and burns right between your eyes
listen, trust me, we can make it out alive
we –

- subhas

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