ninth track off of the killer was in the government blankets 1999 ebullition records

Right boot oppresses me Making it impossible to breathe One foot placed on my neck And the others welcoming

Complaints go unheard (My outstretched hands) A simple task, not make believe (Never reached you) Would make them see ('Cause you turned the other way) Depending on my strength (Majority rules, majority rules)

Both hands out stretched With no attempt And they don't reach

The status quo was planned To make up a place for me

The working class denied Shown for the last time (You took more from me)

(Than I gave you) Shown If you wait Without questioning Where the road turns One might miss My outreached hands never reached you

  • ubik [he/him]
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    4 years ago

    Haha. Getting Ebullition distro emails or browsing their list back in the day was often the highlight of my month.