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Froderik:
jealous cowards try to control
they distort what we say
try and stop what we do
when they can't do it themselves

we are tired of your abuse
try to stop us it's no use

society's arms of control
think they're smart can't think for themselves
laugh at us behind our backs
i find satisfaction in what they lack

we are tired of your abuse
try to stop us it's no use

we are born with a chance
i am gonna have my chance
we are born with a chance
i am gonna have my chance

we are tired of your abuse
try to stop us it's no use
rise above rise above
rise above we're gonna rise above
we're gonna rise above
we're gonna rise above
       :flame:

[ This Message was edited by: AlexL on 2003-03-09 18:56 ]

Froderik:
I'M SO BORED WITH THE U.S.A.
yankee soldier he wanna shoot some skag he met it in cambodia but now he can't afford a bag yankee dollar talk to the dictators of the world in fact it's giving orders an' they can't afford to miss a word i'm so bored with the u...s...a... but what can i do? yankee detectives are always on the tv 'cos killers in america work seven days a week never mind the stars and stripes let's print the watergate tapes i'll salute the new age and i hope nobody escapes i'm so bored with the u...s...a... but what can i do? move up starsky for the c.i.a. suck on kojak for the usa


[ This Message was edited by: AlexL on 2002-12-27 08:59 ]

Froderik:
LAND OF TREASON
land of treason-waste no reason-we are breathing fire we're packs of dogs-we're enemies of men-we are not desired our faces show-we've grown cold-but have not conspired old hearts gone-the suture's on-mother nations mired - like a receptacle for the chosen dead, we find our bodies clawed and with the scent of death we find that we are not so very awed. loyalties burned-the words are blurred-overturn your own walk the dogs and watch the doors-have your other stone stop the toys that march disordered-calculate the thrones feel the pulse descending-decaying hallowed tombs in the starving sense you worship-the nations of debris you ware a coat of sewage that you've never seen. this time is now-the vicious here-a stolen dinner code the license of savage land-that you've always sold so bite that hand that needs you and bless another coal the virus never issues-from a cotton so very old as the lights come down and the guilty blaze; another sort of road - you wash your hands and start to climb the ladder that you stole. slip the latch-and spin the sword-the money lords are poor push the tank-that rolls downhill-their sense of dream absorbed Still the cat that breaks the night- tie him to the core-chase the virtue that believes that what's right is scored - it's a senseless cash in of right for right-what's wrong is never gone and left is just a bastion for the fools golden dawn.

[ This Message was edited by: AlexL on 2002-12-23 07:58 ]

Anonymous:
Darn tootin' we have to rise above! I just said that to somebody who just slandered me and my book on this site. Apparently this person's sole purpose is to divide and destroy. Too bad (they) are chasing their own tail - people like that only give me MORE incentive to carry the torch - and RISE ABOVE!!!!!!!! Right on, Alex! Keep encouraging us!

Froderik:
Thanks, Anon. Here's another one:

THE REGULATOR
you tell me what to say and when to say it. you tell me what to do and how to do it. and if i ask you why, yoou'll arrest me. and if i call you lie, you'll detest me. you control what i'll be, you control who i see. and if i let you you'll control me. you're the man who owns all the keys to the stores. you're the man who always wants so much more. you're the regulator.

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