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Monologue

by Conflict Theory

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Drugged into an obedient daze A slave of systematic health Repressed, controlled, enraged Mentally misplaced, alone in disgust Sickened by health-for-profit Medicine meant to distort our minds An artificial system of trust: Wonder why we can’t get enough? Children hooked from early on Jailed for using what doctors prescribed An artificial system of trust: Wonder why we can’t get enough? An image of perfection paints the news with synthesized power Reject the medicinal circus, all it’s corporate interests “Take this pill and swallow, we promise you’re in control” If you’re thinking, you’re a threat. They’d rather you be dead Or just another buyer, to pay the crooks they hire The fear on the news about global disease Is security for the pharmacy A cognitive dissonance A world doped on loss of control bears open arms; a cognitive dissonance
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Liars, put on display Rulers, without a crown Dollars, the modern day chains of enslavement Exist to fuel the ruling class Shadows, of buildings, cast darkness, on homeless In cities, where richness, is built to, hide poorness The financial disease infected all the sheep, who live a breed and die without a chance for life Wages kept under lock Debt is systematic Reduces the competition Leaves them at the top The workers are left To break their backs While rulers pay dollars to cash in their millions And live their worry-free lives In tops of their buildings And cast down a shadow of financial reign Broken Ignored Shadows, of buildings, cast darkness, on homeless In cities, where richness, is built to, hide poorness Broken, overworked Ignored, the working class It’s a shit show of labor, barking their orders, and workers risking lives just to pay for their life, an overflow of money just piling into nothing and a world I don’t want shit to do with We’ll break your fucking backs
3.
Point at you Once living free, free was just a masquerade Credit economy, won’t shit on me Hopeless intentions living paycheck to paycheck But freedom lives in the shackles of loans They’re freedom loans Disguised in dollars Our bankruptcy was the banks intention Keeps us depending on the list One bank, foreclosure, reels in the, business loans Leaves us, without jobs, without checks, without freedom And those who, depend, wake up, stranded in the vulnerability index measured, listed, hopeless, homeless Those who, depend, wake up, stranded in The vulnerability index Weighed out the risks of death and poverty and misery and tragedy The bureaucratic system Corruptly manages the lives of those left homeless and ranks them by their risk but takes the easy victories and leaves the ones who need them most to continue on their subsidies live in debt and die in pain It’s so easy to point and blame until they point at you
4.
Remember when addiction didn’t cloud the sky? Ignorant about our vulnerability We freely lived in our highs of youth But how sobering this has become Like cupping water in the palms of our hands, Cherished because it won’t last long enough We struggle to drink the vanishing nourishment While our lives collapse against all intentions Malnourished begging for a drop of relief It blinds your eyes into tunnel vision Our days are never coming back Now all that’s left is just a memory We’ll never get back that sweet guiltlessness We’ll never reclaim our once devoted friendship Time blurs our memories Bags and needles erase them
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Reminiscent 01:39
Silence charms the sunset into a darkened space, reminiscent of the closed doors that plague your case As vibrancy fades and turns to gray, remember the joy once they once created? Now all those nights of anxious delay, wither into disheartening memories As years of progress sink into the horizon Unfaithful tomorrow the sun will rise We reminisce in silence As years of progress sink into the horizon Unfaithful tomorrow the sun will rise
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Demagogues of rage Consumed in nationalism Leaders of disgust Infects the weak with fear and hate Corrupt and biased education blinds the youth into molds of the state Manufactured religion sustains the fear of the rest of the world Terror Perpetual warfare built on lies It’s aimed at us So we obey them Institutional terrorism Institutional terrorism War is their business War is their business Legislation fueled in xenophobia, media attention and artificial propaganda Fuck the united states of terror Exile myself from this fucked world (Rise) If you’re not listening (Rise) Then you’ve become a slave (Rise) Bought out by the terror (Rise) Voiceless with no control (Rise) We need to rise and fight (Rise) And take our voices back (Rise) I won’t accept this shit (Rise) It’s time to rise and fight (Rise) I won’t accept this fate
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With our heads in our phones Life will go on alone Devolving us with subtle, total control The controlled information age Devolving us with subtle, total control When the green of trees is replaced with a screen I can say I’m ready to die When the life of a mind is binarily timed I can say I’m ready to die The only disease we prolong and feed is the human race and its technological advancement Our minds become one, tech will overcome Seeds of the singularity Birthing a new society
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Monologue 04:16
The time alone dissects my mind The disconnect enamors me Well aware of the fate that takes us all, We chase our fears of death through a fear of life An unkempt frame of mind, shattered, decaying There’s an honesty best found in solidarity An unwritten monologue I know I drove myself to this My eyes fixed on the clock, my mind fixed on the years All that’s left are traces and memories When the lack of words dulls the meaning Language fences in the memoir that dies with us But life is more than what we say or leave behind An unwritten monologue We all fight internal battles and try to find a meaning We push our deaths away while life just passes by

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released November 15, 2016

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Conflict Theory Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

Based in West Chester, PA, Conflict Theory consists of Kevin Welch (guitar/vocals), Austin Perez (Guitar), Brook Duer (Bass) and Danny Piselli (Drums). Debut album Monologue was written and recorded by Kevin Welch, released independently. The band formed shortly after and is in the writing process for a follow up full-length album ... more

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