INTRO
(spoken over smooth synth pads & light hi-hats)
Yeah…
This one’s for the streets
For the truth that don’t get told
Listen close
VERSE 1
You don’t profit from war when it already on your door
Boot licking thugs believes the lie they sell to idiots with drugs
Burying men for centuries with war,lust and empathy
Real profit happening When the blood moving properly
When the maps clean, the speeches out,
the word deterrence keeps the people knocked out .
Vanguard fits in your mouth without choking you out
War machine stacking people without clout
while manipulating reality cloud.
HOOK (melodic, repeatable)
painted into in a nuclear holocaust reality,
wanting on the ultimate fatality.
When the missiles are already name and the countdown is already engaged.
No angles remain,
No clever financial instrument to gain.
There’s only the big quiet left.
VERSE 2
At that point the question is
How and Who gets to pretend they were right?
The men at the top will still make money right?
Rebuild with contracts, funerals, and apologies
Blow smoke to those who survive with ideology
The state itself is no longer reviving, no corners left no where for surviving
backed itself into the corner was wrong,
It’s moral bankrupt the moment the needs for hostages to feel strong.
Once nuclear annihilation is thrown
Profit stops being currency and the truth is known
BRIDGE (beat drops, bass & synth hum, vocal echo)
The best gangsters create the situation
And invite participation
VERSE 1
You don’t profit from war when it already on your door
Boot licking thugs believes the lie they sell to idiots with drugs
Burying men for centuries with war,lust and empathy
Real profit happening When the blood moving properly
When the maps clean, the speeches out,
the word deterrence keeps the people knocked out .
Vanguard fits in your mouth without choking you out
War machine stacking people without clout
while manipulating reality cloud.
HOOK (melodic, repeatable)
painted into in a nuclear holocaust reality,
wanting on the ultimate fatality.
When the missiles are already name and the countdown is already engaged.
No angles remain,
No clever financial instrument to gain.
There’s only the big quiet left.
VERSE 2
At that point the question is
How and Who gets to pretend they were right?
The men at the top will still make money right?
Rebuild with contracts, funerals, and apologies
Blow smoke to those who survive with ideology
The state itself is no longer reviving, no corners left no where for surviving
backed itself into the corner was wrong,
It’s moral bankrupt the moment the needs for hostages to feel strong.
Once nuclear annihilation is thrown
Profit stops being currency and the truth is known
BRIDGE (beat drops, bass & synth hum, vocal echo)
The best gangsters create the situation
And invite participation
OUTRO (beat rides out, synth fades, vinyl crackle)
Only the big quiet remain
Yeah… only the big quiet
DonaldFritsche
