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What's the scene, bob?
Mutation of all time
No escape from death
Fitting in is the cure
Are you locked in or locked out
Just a phase
Stand and see, stand and see
Who you are
Eternally
On second thought
You find us fools
Colonising truth
Nothing really matters
Even if we were immortal
Being ourselves would bore us out
What's really the scene, bob?
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Controlled Substances
04:59
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Groove into
Another platitude
Watching, catching,
The rubble of transcendence
Ravens in cemented boxes
You feed, you feed,
On our dependence
Where's your capital now?
Cash is trash,
Cash is trash
Announce your medicines,
Who to trust all to rust,
Decriminalize our healing,
Cash is trash
Cash is trash
Strategic hope,
Placed into our palms
Bearing, wearing, out
Our flexible existence
Where's your capital now?
Cash is trash,
Cash is trash
Announce your medicines,
Who to trust all to rust,
Decriminalize our healing,
Cash is trash
Cash is trash
Where's your capital?
Swallow your tablets
Kill the young
Smoke out our lungs
Cash is trash
Cash is traaaash
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Concrete Surfer
04:30
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Time Machine
05:01
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Hypnotic hymns
white curtain scriptures
There inscriptions pay back the rain
And in a moment an archetype flickers
posturize symbols, so you think you're insane
Old ways don't die, decolonize your media.
Bold sways won't die, understand your idea
Pick up, pick up the spirits left in ruins
Don't go get stuck, in a tongue not fluent
But do we know who writes on the moon?
Too soon as to unite superseded doom
Chariots and wheels bury the child unborn
To this flowering palace, this forgotten song
Old ways don't die, decolonize your media.
Bold sways won't die, understand your idea
Pick up, pick up the spirits left in ruins
Don't go get stuck, in a tongue not fluent
Blackened vapours, pound the ground
Threaded dimensions, create your clothes
close all minds, muzzle the hound
shatter the mirror, the void is necrosed
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Devil's Lettuce
06:29
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Harvest the beast
Plough your release
Framed ends are framed
Grow up afraid
Can the leaf take the blame?
Slow purge you're illegal
Shoot at will, who's your supplier?
Enhanced, contain, this is your experience
Capitalise, ring the noose around the buyer
Grow your fucking seeds
This is our land
Turn back sickles up
Choke on fucking sand
Wrong here's your badge!
You addict abuser
Stay away from this one
Just a worthless loser
Just a worthless loser
Just a fucking loser
Hooked on suffering, no one you see is sober
Hooked on suffering, no one you see is sober
Hooked on suffering, no one you see is sober
Hooked on suffering, no one you see is sober
Wrong here's a badge
You addict abuser
Stay away from this one
Just a fucking loser
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Goatsmoke Bengaluru, India
GOATSMOKE, officially formed in April, 2019, provides its listeners a taste of original, clean-cut riffs, marinated with the slow sludge of lyrical syntax, garnished with deep-fried grooves and is best served with beats of thick, green vapours!
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