The Loop

Whispers
Figure walks across the street
Senses
Primal moving to the beat
For sound faces
Crazed phases
Melodic electronic phrases
Wild bulldog
Ground the bog
Trying to create systematic shock
Feels misplaced
Set a face
Join the ratrace
For out last craze
Run run
Whispers
Feel it across the land
It's a tragedy
A tragedy
A tragedy
A tragedy
Clueless
Head the machine
No senses
No choice
Feel crazed
Juvenile
Government acts so vile
Would man really know
If he were senile
For capital
Believe it's nothing
To be social
Only a means of dominant control
Of you and me
For this late stage
The product of the struggle
We must survive
We must survive
The product of the struggle
We must survive
We must survive
We must break the loop
We must break the loop
We must break the loop
We must break the loop
We must break the loop
We must destroy the loop
We must destroy the loop



Credits
Writer(s): Tessa Eline Susanne De Koster
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