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Social Engineering

from Mind of a Tehranist by eMCee Killa

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Its like we’ve all gone mad now the end is nearing,
I could remember clearings but now they’re blocked from the centre steering,
Effective teaching produces weaklings,
There used to be a gap in the door to get your feet in,
And now we’re all struggling, population doubling,
Ronald Reagan’s cousin is on his way to dumping,
A lot of babies mothers in hotter baking countries,
They rot away to nothing get shot if you say something,
Your not awake so fuck it, so wait for the bigger brother,
To staple your inner colours, from wages to hidden comforts,
It’s all a bit of a nudge in the back,
Hidden messages to fill all your cupboards with crap,
And we all seem to suffer to that,
You love the government but hate getting stung on your tax?,
Get worked to the bone so your souls getting drained,
So you can’t leave the home TV’s on instead,

You can call me the troubadour,
Ride on a unicorn straight to the heart of this human storm,
Creating newer forms, get you into doing chores,
Bully you to do it do it more, label every hoody fraud,
Its like a company that’s building cars,
They get better, each model to do what your telling em,
Make them all believe that they will be stars,
Until they turn 39 and realise that their skills have past,
We’re not built to last,
we’re built to stay in this country and drink in a filthy bar,
And show love to a monarchy that boosts our economy
The bitch makes money off her property,
And yeah it fucking bothers me, building common purpose,
Bind all the highest in chains to get you working,
Never certain but you keep on believing,
Your gonna the person, Its so deceiving,

Its cold and freezing when your homeless sleeping,
And every squat’s converted to student precincts,
People move frequent the house price drops,
Till your outside shops cos you can’t buy crops,
Your pastime’s locked to a far distant memory,
Everything becomes nothing like what you’ve ever dreamed,
All this is hereditary,
The only difference is the next generation will be better breeds,
Meaning more machine,
Meaning more programmed to support the most wars that there’s ever been,
So you can sit in your mezzanine, watching the tele screen,
Clocks ticking, treasure each image, while your seats getting hot,
17 minutes on, 18 minutes, 19 minutes on,
Why don’t the people start leaving the house,
And we’ll take the streets back when the speakers are out,

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from Mind of a Tehranist, released November 1, 2009

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