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Why?
05:39
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Abandoned houses but there's men on the street
The vacant faces of the people you meet
The cities crumble, the sky in on fire
Nobody ever stops to question why, oh why
The rich get richer and the poor left to die
A world in ruins whilst the people get high
The Earth is boiling, the seas are a mire
Nobody ever stops to question why, oh why
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2. |
The Ruins of Time
04:32
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Screen burn, image churn
Sermon under 30 words
And it stokes the fires in your head
Your best life is wishing death
Upon some kid you've never met
Forget forgive and forget
Because someone's poison pen
Scribbled down their cursed name
And God knows what they said
But it damn sure woke the walking dead
And there's millions to manipulate
When your magic manifests
In the Ruins of Time
Frown face human race
Simplify emote exchange
It's all to fuel your rage
In your never ending teenage phase
In your cloud of fear and hate
No punishment will satiate
And you won't see until too late
That you're writing your own fate
In the Ruins of Time
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3. |
Hit The Streets
04:52
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It's a crime when the thief and the robber
Are the ones in charge
Now they're preaching greed like the Book of Psalms
And you should be alarmed
You've gotta hit the street
There's a gun in the cupboard and there's
Fire in the streets tonight
There's a wolf with a lawyer waiting at your door
There's a fire in your belly and your certain that
The time is right
Now you know that you just can't take anymore
What are you waiting for?
You've gotta hit the streets
There's a time and a place and it's now
And the dawn is bright
The day has come when the rich shall fear the poor
Now the match has been lit and the embers
Fend away the night
All it takes is the strength to say "No more"
You feel it in your core
You've gotta hit the streets
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4. |
Too Much
04:15
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Mind gone, switching on
Scrolling down infinitum
With your skin-pale lack of sun
Feelings turning into fuzz
It's too much
Smartphone, lose control
Sign over your sickened soul
To the silence in your head
Far better adjusted friends
And you'll never better them
'Cause they're distorted images
Of the same old broken men
If you look beyond the lens
It's too much
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Tomistoma Stoke On Trent, UK
Reptilian piano-led doom from the darkest heart of Stoke-on-Trent, England.
www.facebook.com/Tomistoma-160865648118198
New EP, "Cathedral City", out 07/09/2023.
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