Petrol bombs and barricades
Anything to have our say
Consequence of no choice at all
Empires rise and empires fall
It's time to flip some coins and
It's time to turn some tables
Cause if we have the vision I know that we are able
Suck on my words for a while and
Choke on the truth of a million dead
There is no prestige in your title
We are after your head
The destruction of everything
Is the creation of something new
Your new world order is on fire
And soon you'll be too
Sabotage will set us free
Throw a rock in the machine
Anything to have our say
Consequence of no choice at all
Empires rise and empires fall
It's time to flip some coins and
It's time to turn some tables
Cause if we have the vision I know that we are able
Suck on my words for a while and
Choke on the truth of a million dead
There is no prestige in your title
We are after your head
The destruction of everything
Is the creation of something new
Your new world order is on fire
And soon you'll be too
Sabotage will set us free
Throw a rock in the machine
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The Apollo Programme Was a Hoax Lyrics as written by Dennis Lyxzen David Per Sandstrom
Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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"its time to flip some coins, and its time to turn some tables"
Fucking Brilliant to say the least.
throw a rock in the machine
fuuuuuuuuck
_>
"The Apollo programme was a hoax or so we say. The biggest lie was market economy that blinded us with the glory of prosperity and freedom. The deck was dealt and we all lost, on our knees in the dirt hoping for salvation and then we look and there are golden drops of dawn functioning as oral sagas, keeping us shackled, making glory of the lies that the spectacle provides us with. So as we sit tight and enjoy the soap operas that are designed to keep us bleeding out of our eyes and keeps us nodding and sighing, there is still hope in the petrol bomb and in it, the revolution. For in the destruction and the overthrowing there is a certainty of salvation. We need to destroy the museum and it’s old artefacts, we need to tear down the power structures that enslaves and then in revolution we can live and be alive. Yes, this is our hymn and our praise to the brave and bold stranger in the night, to the fed up worker and the angry wife. Hope, revolution and dedication. Fight fire with fire and everything will burn. Yeah."