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The Dali Thundering Concept - Eyes Wide Opium lyrics



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01. Prolegomena

Year 1789, I ain't Robespierre
Year 1840, I ain't Guy Fawkes
Year 1905, I ain't Lenin
Year 1968, I ain't Pol Pot
I am nothing like these men, I haven't dedicated my life for nations
I stay here still face to all of this; I have took no fucking risk in the name of ideals
Let's pull this straight before it begins
I am no hippie, no anarchist
No hypocrite, no hairy fucking terrorist
No propaganda will spoil my fucking mouth, we've been fucked for far too long
And don't say I'm fucking wrong no don't
Cause if I was we'd all be in our dreams
This is a wake up fucking call

02. White Rabbit

In the land of the blind one-eyes is king
Forget the crown, your eyes ain't seeing a shit
Face to face with the Gorgon your body ain't shivering
You would stay flesh and bones her looks wouldn't change your skin

Feels fucking sore, to see you blind hear you snore
Like little whores, you're like the Bible Thumpers
You only obey and believe
You only worship the words of the fucking screen
So much words, so much speeches
So much bullshit concepts designed to make us feel free

You're fucking scared
You're just a sheep flock, just fucking bleat, following its shadow
You won't avoid freezing by hiding the snow
You are all lost in this self-made obscurity
Wondering in this artificial mist
You're all lost, you can't breathe, you can't see, you can't feel

I'd like to be the voice of this generation
To be a serious threat to this fucked up system
I'd like to believe, to still have hope
Give you an optimistic message when I pose
But this is my truth, this the truth I see, struggling through this life
And this shit ain't a dream just believe me
If you wanna play it fucking easy, drawn in your own shit,
Live in obscurity, smile blind, Damn your world is dying,
Look life in the eye just stop hiding
You face a dilemma, start living real or dive back in your coma,
You can start breathing or sleep down to your grave you can start seeing
You've got a choice to make

Fuck this shit! Eat me drink me fucking bite me
Welcome to wonderland, Bitch

Follow me down the rabbit hole
Answers may hurt but at least you'll know
Follow me down the rabbit hole
Recover sight with the wonder whore

Follow me down the rabbit hole
Answers may hurt but at least you'll know
Follow me down the in rabbit hole
Recover sight with the wonder whore

03. Damocles

Slave and secure

Welcome back to the Middle Ages, we are safer in these cages
Must I be cold hearted soviets or fucking terrorists
Fear must go on or people might start to fucking think

In this fortress you call system our dreams will fall, even if all
We've asked for is freedom, our fear has grown walls
We are spied and controlled, burning our soul
We're tide and expose, free food for the fucking crows

This world is sucked in the abyss
All events are major crisis
And here we are mesmerized
And here we are fucking hypnotized

We all have gavels hanging over our heads,
Play by the rules from dawn to sunset.
Embrace this Damoclesian justice
Calm down our neurosis, our neurosis

Line up the warlords
Saw fucking discord

Fear nothing, our time is coming now tonight their heads will fall
Fear no fucking one, tonight their heads will fall
Fear nothing, tonight their heads will fall
Fear no fucking one, tonight their heads will fall

04. Mesmer Eyes

We all believe we have free will and speech
That our mind has kept integrity
Wrong

Isn't this enough, can't you see their playing with our perceptions?
Creel Committee is controlling our mind our phantasms

We fucking want or not, they conceptualize our fantasies
They hack our fucking brains and produce our dreams

They have found the keys to our thoughts, each image,
Each fucking word, is chosen wisely to dictate

What is good, what is bad
Why we should believe, why I'm sad
Who we are, what we decide
Where we go, how we feel about our shitty lives
What we like, what we fucking buy
Why we consume, why we can't see their lies

Consume, submit
Watch TV, procreate
Stay asleep, obey
Let us wash your brain

Our secret garden has been comprised
They control, keep us blind, No one must realize
We're fucking hypnotized
They control, keep us blind, No one must realize

05. Sons On Crisis

To see or not to see that is the question
Our illusions have enabled us to fly
We've spread our wings to close from the damn light
Reality is making us dive to the ground
Make them shiver under the thunder of our march
Kings better pray
We're the sons of crisis the fathers of rage, kings better pray

06. Phoenix

Sing once again your verse of propaganda to the people
Tell them one more time about your shining heroes
Tell us the story about the American dream
So we can, so we can just fall asleep

Blur our sight, make us believe
Guide the crowds to the lands of this photoshopped dream

Divide and conquer
Divide and fucking reign
You made us become egocentric bastards
We turned ourselves into your slaves
Into your slaves

I am not your slave
I stand bearing the weight of your mistakes
Free from your chains, our lives reclaimed
You rule with an iron fist. I am the rust that is creeping up your wrist
Through your veins, straight to your heart. Killing you brain, tearing your head apart
Your death will not be quick. You will meet your end at the hand
Of the ones you've damned
We are your end, we are your death

Like a Phoenix from the flames
From your ashes we will rise again

07. Bread, Games And Narcolepsy

Call us citizens if it blinds your insecurities
This is the same old shit, this is slavery
If wishes were horses beggars would ride
We're still kneeling, losing our fucking pride
We have no cuffs but they've locked up our minds
We have to face the truth, if you want to rise
Get ready for the fight

They are kings, they are bishops they are shepherds
Seems we're just mean less pawns, cannon fodder
We have nothing to lose, no reason to surrender

Fuck the rules, this game bloody sucks
When comes the checkmate we all return to the same box
Why the fuck, do you think you're so special?
You're just another dick in a whore
The cloak doesn't make the monk but opens the church's porch.
How did we let so many wolves enter the sheepfold?
People must rise for revenge
People must rise again and again

Words will always retain their power

So you're the creep, the perv', the rapist
Getting wild, fucking us through this crisis
Brace yourselves payback is coming
We're all here waiting the pounding

All the white collard gangsters, all the greedy, the corrupted, the liars
All the gods all the masters, we can't take this anymore
Reign of the people, this illusion must burn to ashes
They just fuck our brains with the opiates of the masses
They give us bread and games and we bow the fuck down
For bread and games

Bread and games

08. Fathers Of Rage

Crisis, plague of the years 2000
We are continuously persecuted by the dysfunctions of our own creation
Hanging to the top layers while the base of Maslow's Pyramid is burning down
This world has been doomed
Doomed by the financial institutions ready to break down entire nations
For a few more billions
Doomed by the corrupted politicians giving us big lectures, pocket full of dirty money
And doomed by the lobbies that have and that will corrupt them

Stop holding back dive into hell
Deluge is coming
There is no place in this arch
We are the fathers of rage
Kings better pray

09. Burdened By The Hand

Just like a fucking Frankenstein we created a bloody demon
Assembling cadavers for the system
Insane speculations, we lost control
We lost it all

We are the blood of the nations
We are the wheels of the system
We're a ruined today and smile at a fucked up tomorrow

Are we just gonna stay here paralyzed
Let the immaterial overtake our fucking world?
I'd rather bleed young on the barricade
Than die bloody old full of remorse
It's time for us to lead the parade
What the fuck are we waiting for?

Can you feel the market' invisible hand? Adam Smith is haunting us all
Pushing your head under the surface, making you drown

Unhappy men, do you share my madness? Wake the fuck up

10. Behind The Fur

If in the beginning was the word
Why can't I see anything but animals?
I've seen enough of this world
Must we squeal or must we growl?
Must we squeal or must we growl?

Behind the fur and feathers hide some dangerous beasts
That will kill and betray for a role in life's senseless play
Forget your faith, snakes all eat apples, pretend to be Eve
We ain't a specie we are a fucking plague

Capital has lead to insanity, we're the eighth sin
Cash flows in our veins, we are the eighth sin
Scam and scam again until lions become hyenas
Who wants to wear the crown when shylocks reign us
When shylocks reign on us

And even you artists of the world, you've sold your marginality
You've turned the pleasure of rebellion in a marketing strategy
Here you are puffing around, feeding the bovine majority
As the soldiers of this industry

11. Beyond Mirrors

We should be the ones making this planet turn
This world is ours
We should be the ones making this planet turn
This world is ours

We are the fresh blood, the only ones that can make things change
But since our dawn we've been taught
That dreams will stay dreams
Life is life you can't escape reality

We've been chocking for hours face to this blank page
We're too weak too coward, this is more pressure than we could ever take
We don't have the shoulders so we quit the play,
Walk off the motherfucking stage
We've been chocking for hours face to this blank page

At the age of indifference. All can change in one instance
Trampling, igniting this world to stone.
Convincing the cattle it's ours to own
When will the lambs stop screaming?
I'll play the game of negligence. So long as you're the recipient
Crawling amongst the dirt of your foe.
A waste of your time and the seeds you sow
With filth your heart is teaming

We are the actors of today
The authors of tomorrow

OK stop, I'm done spitting this raw truth at your faces
I despise this system but I'm part of it
And it's time for me to face it
I'm a little wanker among this wasted generation
Just a bunch of fuck ups scarified to rescue the system
We are the broken eggs of Charles Darwin's omelet; we're a crash test,
A bunch of manikins fucked for the sake of others.
But at some point we must embrace remorse rather than regrets
Wake up and choose what this world will be
Cause until now we've just been standing here

Eyes wide opium