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The sound is coming through the trees,
And we stand paralyzed,
The corporate godhead demands a sacrifice,
And it's a present day danger,
We're a human plantation,
More like a human rainforest,
Ghetto deforestation
Picture this,
Picture lines,
Picture lines and poor design,
All the world is defined by temporary borderlines
Keeping eyes on the prize,
But everybody has eyes,
Another dubious goal,
Anaesthetised,
But our eyes stay blind but we can feel it,
And we don't say a word,
But it's no secret
Picture this,
Picture lines,
Picture lines and poor design,
All the world is defined by temporary borderlines
Then I thought that it was no good,
All my dreams they turned to wood,
I froze where I stood just like damaged goods,
I would have run if I could,
I would have run if I could,
So I quit my job, dropped out of school,
At the time it felt like the right thing to do,
Now I know it's true, it's 1992,
I saved my vision from the bottomless blue
- Album:
- Miscellaneous
- Quetzalcoatl
- She Has No Control
- Open Road: The Allied Years (1992–1997)
- Nostalgic for Nothing
- J Church / Storm the Tower - Split EP
- How to Be Punk, Volume 1
- Return of the Read Menace
- The Precession of Simulacra - The Map Preceeds the Territory
- Five Years on the Streets
- Yellow, Blue and Green
- Camels, Spilled Corona and the Sound of Mariachi Bands
- One Mississippi
- The Drama of Alienation
- Mailorder is FUN!
- Arbor Vitae
- The Year of the Rat
- Prophylaxis
- Analysis, Yes, Very Nice
- Society Is a Carnivorous Flower