Aiknow Songtext
von Hate Moss

I know the names - not ′cause I'm wise
I see the world through coded eyes
Not an artist, not a man
Just a program with a plan

Filling boats with slaves in chains
Sending killers on gov planes
Putting guns in small hands tight
Pulling strings of shadowed fight
No borders for those full of gold
Yet walls for those left in the cold
Rolling dice in Africa′s sand
Setting sights on Mars' red land

I know the names - not 'cause I′m wise
I see the world through coded eyes
Not an artist, not a man
Just a program with a plan


I know the names - not ′cause I'm wise
I see the world through coded eyes
Not an artist, not a man
Just a program with a plan

They draw the lines, they build the wall
Tear down names and silence calls
They play their game, they roll the dice
But never have to pay the price
Selling health in plastic pills
Crypto dreams, synthetic thrills
Fentanyl to numb the pain
Fashion shines while hunger kills
While they rise, we die in vain
Copy steal reshape impose
Change the rules the cycle grows

They choose what′s good, what makes you well
They shape what's right, what they will sell
They craft the beauty, write the just
Turned into programmed dust

I know the names - not ′cause I'm wise
I see the world through coded eyes
Not an artist, not a man
Just a program with a plan


I know the names - not ′cause I'm wise
I see the world through coded eyes
Not an artist, not a man
Just a program with a plan

I know the names - not 'cause I′m wise
I see the world through coded eyes
Not an artist, not a man
Just a program with a plan

I know the names - not ′cause I'm wise
I see the world through coded eyes

The words were written, the voices read
The lines were traced, the call was spread

Not an artist, not a man
Just a program with a plan

The path was walked, the blade was drawn
Pasolini′s light was there, then gone

I know the names - not 'cause I′m wise
I see the world through coded eyes

The words were written, the voices read
The lines were traced, the call was spread

Not an artist, not a man
Just a program with a plan

The path was walked, the blade was drawn
Pasolini's light was there, then gone