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No rest from the labor at the whip's end, when portraits of toil invade.
No rest from the stinging of the needles, when we covet their highs.
We can't run from the swarm when we live in the hive, and the game is soon lost when we pray to the skies.
We can't run from the storm under black clouded skies.
We can't run from the swarm when live in the hive.
Are we deaf to the silence, or the roar of the machines, or the hammering of the gavels, or the thunder of the crowds, or the voices in our heads, or are we deaf from the silence?
No rest from the stinging of the needles, when we covet their highs.
We can't run from the storm under black clouded skies.
We can't run from the swarm when live in the hive.
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letsskidaddle On Jul 20, 2005
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How can we propose to change anything when we still adhere to the social norms and mores that we are trying to break. How can we combat the consumption based runaway train mentality that affects the lives of everone on the planet when we cannot tear ourselves from the need to buy things that we do not need from dishonest people. This song says it so well.
yeah i agree it reminds me of Agenda Suicide by The Faint, same basic lyrical message