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I’m just another casualty of the programmed detachment,
Compassionless faction that I’m packed with.
I’m scrapped out, stripped down and bare-browed,
Balls-out boredom’s got my back against the wall now.
I’ma powder up and I’ma power down,
Let it fizzle til the crowd dig a foot in the ground.
Hideous vision, systematic division delivered prisoners
Hidden within this flaccid condition of living.
On the borderline of waterlines rising up,
Eyes driving north unto horizons.
Switch your shadow for a deeper cloak of darkness,
To dazzle in the starkness, comparison of harmlessness.
They armed and hitched up, fixed up
The messiness and heaviness of heartless fucks,
Akin with armoured trucks.
And I’m a witness to the system that we know and love.
And I’m a victim of the system that we hold in trust.
And I’ma listen when the whistle blows long and low.
Oh, oh.
I’ve been a fractured version of my ancient soul,
From first light to first breath to last toll.
I’m depleted- not created, destroyed or beaten.
No reasons sit still in the mind of a heathen.
I’ma beat it up, there’s beauty in the bruise and blood,
Hue’s enough, the truth in touch oughta spark the truth in love.
In the given fist the open palm is proof enough,
That fortitude is force and guts that splatter in the void we clutch at.
I’ma fight back, the white sack, the beige horse,
Blazed torch to haze scorched the vessel that he came for.
And stayed for, prayed for a good man,
Two hands dumb enough to shake hands that stained red.
The captured enraptured in a simple lie,
So with hands tied, they’re fixed in their shallow life.
And I’m a witness to the system that we know and love.
And I’m a victim of the system that we hold in trust.
And I’ma listen when the whistle blows long and low.
Oh, oh.
Your free thought’s a trade whore for slave wars.
There’s not a single truth that you ain’t ever paid for.
And it’s eclipsed by the distance unabridged,
And the insistence that to live you gotta sacrifice the will you’re given.
I’m bitten, I’m better, I’m bone and I’m dust, now.
I’m rotten and ragged and dragged through the ghost town.
Despite anti-life slogans on the billboards,
I’m pretty sure that peace ain’t worth enough to kill for.
I’m pretty sure that peace ain’t worth enough to kill for.
I’ll meet you at the dregs when the time is nigh,
So in the darkness you will sense ascend directed time.
And I’ll bleed with the rest when the time is nigh.
And I’m a witness to the system that we know and love.
And I’m a victim of the system that we hold in trust.
And I’ma listen when the whistle blows long and low.
Oh, oh.
Big dreams in a small brain, face it,
You’re little more than shit, eat, complacent.
The same story at the start when it’s basic,
And the day that it ends, well ain’t a damn thing changed it.
Big dreams in a small brain, face it,
You’re little more than shit, eat, complacent.
The same story at the start when it’s basic,
And the day that it ends, well, ain’t a damn thing changed it.
Well, ain’t a damn thing changed it.
And I’m a witness to the system that we know and love.
And I’m a victim of the system that we hold in trust.
And I’ma listen when the whistle blows long and low.
Oh, oh.
Dora Dorovitch is a small capacity creative unit born 2000, France.Hosts a secret research department on non-sustainable
music, other impossible projects.
For the ten years of the label we restarted our action with the compilation "connect the machine to the map" dedicated to Alt hip hop music....more
Sometimes you come across an artist that is compelled to do what they do.
I appreciate the musicality and the arrangement and the artistry of the songs. He sings and plays like his life depends on it. I appreciate the humanity of the lyrics… Like reading Tortilla Flats, or watching Nobody’s Fool.
Ceschi is a bright star. I’m glad he’s loose in the world. oldtruck
