Nations Songtext
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Nations Songtext
Face to face with a very ugly transgressive leisure
Enough poverty is not only obscene but nausea inducing
This evolved into the shit on the wall blanket protests
And much worshipped horror tropes of their forebearers
Split personalities, decades of deception
American Gods infringe or go beyond
The boundaries of a moral principle
The taboo diseased
Toussaint′s sacrilege long before any of these things became famous
You better believe aggressive sex and
The village of the dead never imagined
Scandalosity, twisted logic, heliacity
And colluded from the delusions of time
The mirror of this text
Denial of service attack
The real madness
Deranged victims of gruesome consumerism
Conveniently blamed on your psychotic other half
Maybe nothing surprises us anymore
Maybe nothing is sacred
The disappointed voyeur
More suburban numbness
More existential boredom
The zombification of society
The cross contamination, invisible positives, predates
Fascination, defiance, dark, the other
Wholesale lies, out of the shadows
Barbarians at the gates
Transgress the 21st century
Robbed of its villages
The multiple swart robots
Physically non-violent forms
What brand of truth is yours?
No new freedom, trash aesthetics
Choose a fuckin' big television
Choose a starter home
Choose your friends
Choose leisure wear and fucking matching luggage
Nations of counting potatoes chained to their TV screens
In the ultimate game show
Welcome to the rain
Crash, slash, become possible
Exchange strange currencies
Processed world
Your lifestyle is on trial
Project Phoenix, remote viewing, Montauk boys
This message will self destruct in ten seconds
Crash Paris, pay the rent boy, trash mansion
Morality, the transgression of intimately implanted ideals
The reigning illnesses of our age
Transgress or act against the system, power cut
Addiction is a resignation
Vote apathy, no disruption of the status quo
The critical mass is a syntactic distinction
A maddening cut up of historical reason
Or aggregated desensitization of other devices
Choice, sin, paralysis of suborned needs
Diminished pleasures
The addiction doesn′t, but the addiction is part of the ride
We're all addicted to something
Money, sex, television, paranoid notoriety, corporate crime
Mine was contextualised in relation to these things
This message will self destruct in ten seconds
Enough poverty is not only obscene but nausea inducing
This evolved into the shit on the wall blanket protests
And much worshipped horror tropes of their forebearers
Split personalities, decades of deception
American Gods infringe or go beyond
The boundaries of a moral principle
The taboo diseased
Toussaint′s sacrilege long before any of these things became famous
You better believe aggressive sex and
The village of the dead never imagined
Scandalosity, twisted logic, heliacity
And colluded from the delusions of time
The mirror of this text
Denial of service attack
The real madness
Deranged victims of gruesome consumerism
Conveniently blamed on your psychotic other half
Maybe nothing surprises us anymore
Maybe nothing is sacred
The disappointed voyeur
More suburban numbness
More existential boredom
The zombification of society
The cross contamination, invisible positives, predates
Fascination, defiance, dark, the other
Wholesale lies, out of the shadows
Barbarians at the gates
Transgress the 21st century
Robbed of its villages
The multiple swart robots
Physically non-violent forms
What brand of truth is yours?
No new freedom, trash aesthetics
Choose a fuckin' big television
Choose a starter home
Choose your friends
Choose leisure wear and fucking matching luggage
Nations of counting potatoes chained to their TV screens
In the ultimate game show
Welcome to the rain
Crash, slash, become possible
Exchange strange currencies
Processed world
Your lifestyle is on trial
Project Phoenix, remote viewing, Montauk boys
This message will self destruct in ten seconds
Crash Paris, pay the rent boy, trash mansion
Morality, the transgression of intimately implanted ideals
The reigning illnesses of our age
Transgress or act against the system, power cut
Addiction is a resignation
Vote apathy, no disruption of the status quo
The critical mass is a syntactic distinction
A maddening cut up of historical reason
Or aggregated desensitization of other devices
Choice, sin, paralysis of suborned needs
Diminished pleasures
The addiction doesn′t, but the addiction is part of the ride
We're all addicted to something
Money, sex, television, paranoid notoriety, corporate crime
Mine was contextualised in relation to these things
This message will self destruct in ten seconds
Writer(s): Mark Stewart, Gareth Sager Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
