Four Songs About Freedom EP

Four Songs About Freedom

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Can't Fool Me

This place is a trap.
The outside has been choked off and the brilliance of it is we can’t seem to tell.
Put bars up around me, I’ll see them right now, trap me with words, I’ll swear I built it myself

Manufactured consent through passive means.
A pervasive and constant lullaby
about choice but this can’t be true cause there’s only one side.
You’re gonna have to do better cause I won‘t lose my mind

They say love these walls cause without them we’d fall.
But this thinking’s so small we only live despite them all.
Your cages won’t save us; they’re no help at all.
We know you’re fucking wrong

Please save me she says and looks to the sky but the sky doesn’t answer and the girl doesn’t fly.
But she crosses herself sits back on the floor and rocks while she cries still believing the stories

There is nothing worth saving that can’t be taken away
this tyranny is fuckin smooth the old methods are gone.
You think your voice is getting through cause you can vote or wave a sign
but you’re gonna have to do better if you intend to keep your mind.

They say love these walls cause without them we’d fall
but this thinking is so small we only live despite them all.
Your cages won’t save us, they’re no help at all,
we know you’re fucking wrong
We can see it cruel
we resent it.
Relentless, invasive you can’t fool me.

I’m confused by rules they’re never precise enough for me
and it doesn’t matter how far you take them they’re never gonna be.
I need a place where everyone can see but I’m not kidding myself I know it’s just a dream.
Right now is all I’ve got so I won’t be caught.
You can fuck yourself you can’t fool me

I am a Rifle

Built like a dream out of the past crushing generations with a foggy mass of seething anger and unhealed wounds
I can’t make this right but don’t be confused

I am a rifle I am this blockade I’m banners and violence and car-bombs and riots
I am a rifle I am this blockade I am the fire of a thousand murdered sons

Don’t look to me to give the future back don’t look to me to rework the past I’m only here to bring things to a head you can cover your ears it doesn’t change who I am

I am a rifle I am this blockade I’m banners and violence and car-bombs and riots
I am a rifle I am this blockade I am the fire of a thousand murdered sons

I haunt the Chilcotin, I stalk Palestine. I fueled Rwanda’s worst I held Lasagna’s hand. I’m one hundred shades of hunger

I am a rifle I am this blockade I am the fire of a thousand murdered sons
I am resistance I am your problem I’m not leaving and I am your fault

Please Resist

The future my friends has never looked so bleak and the conniving for silence will only increase
and the more they have to hide the more it’s worth a fight
put on your boots it’s always been like this

Please Resist it may be all there is and if this is it at least you did
Please Resist It’s your own mind and it’s still worth something
Please Resist

Hybrid Ketman to fight modern repression fruitless resistance just to exercise your hate serves the purpose perhaps of continuing the culture the incredible tradition history that can’t die
Find the long lost primal last shot not quite back off flat out nonstop I’m alive you’re not blind rage my mind not yours pro thought anti everything

They Know

I’m the prisoner of an insane regime.
They let me walk around but I cannot leave.
Their control here is almost complete the last step is for me believe.

Believe that they’re trying or that and they really mean well
believe they can’t see and that they think they offer hope
I know that they don’t but they won’t leave it alone

Their faces all smiles and their rhetoric choice
the common line “it’s the best that we’ve got”
their fallback defense is that they don’t know
they’ve asked and they’ve asked but I cannot say so

This place is a lifeboat and the captains got this grin
that makes me want to jump over board and swim as hard as I can away from it all
But there is nowhere to go
so I stay and I row
I want the safety of home
but they keep saying no.

"You do the work, we’ve got it all figured out. Just row"
Their faces all smiles and their rhetoric choice
the common line “it’s the best that we’ve got”
Their fallback defense is that they don’t know and they’ve asked and they’ve asked but I cannot say so

They know

You know you’re safe somewhere inside so you take your time
While you wait it’s life so don’t claim you tried
I can tell you something about the cards that they hold they like to have you believe that they don’t but

they know

They’ve come to their pulpits they want my support
They say we’re doing our best you’ve got to know but I don’t they know

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