paroles de chanson Heist Corporation - Vold Book

Corporations: the law of the
Land, you played a good hand
But I've seen The Cardsharps
And I understand
Human nature's been a virtuous
Thing, about as clean as the
Blood on your sleeves
My legal advice is to cover your wings
They're black as coal; and I
Can see the smoke beginning
To form, around them; to take
You back, where you belong

The manifestations
That you have selected
Are rotten and stink
I can smell your stench
All the way to the Hamptons
Money is power, and it smells distinct
Meadow Lane is a curious thing
Where y'all reside ostentatiously
It's a wonder to me
How you live undisturbed
Flaunting your wealth
While our children starve

Children: can you hear me
Listen to the wise man
Your food was stolen and your
Houses foreclosed; the ones who
Prospered are growing quite old
For all of your life
They've taken from you
The rights of the few are about to
Come due, and everything they've
Known will collapse on top of them
We are not blind, but we used to
Be fair; everything has changed
And nothing, has changed

France: 1789
We're still there, after all this time
With nothing to lose, what holds us back
The laws were written to keep us on track
To keep us away from what we will earn
The future is theirs, our subsistence spurned
But we'll take it back, eventually
The easy way or the hard way
The choice is ours, all of us
Inheritance is concrete; we
Shall not budge, not even an inch
From the demands that ripple off
The arc of the moral universe
The arc of history

The freedom of speech is an
Unconscious dream; a prisoner
Hidden, amongst what's seen
We do not have the vocabulary to
Define our thoughts; brainwashed
And betrayed, by those who sought
To gain what we have
Why does the law not protect us from that
Solzhenitsyn once wrote "When
You've robbed a man of everything
He's no longer in your power."
In the spirit of this, I am sad
To pray; that we grow stronger
And wiser, by the hour

The State is not your enemy; it is the
Corporate system that controls the state
Politicians are bought and sold yes, for sure
But money is the lifeblood of oppression
Not this government, not today at least
Capitalism is but a means to rob you
Taking all that you deserve
There is more than enough to go
Around, but search the top: that's
Where it can all be found

At the top us pawns are frowned
Upon, laughed at even
They do it to themselves, it is said
Meager jobs, dirty clothes
Or living in a tent.
Without opportunity, without education
What an inconvenience to us!
Well, these are human beings
And what you have done with
Your power and responsibility
Is to deprive them of dignity
Shame on you, shame on you all

Have you no humanity
It would seem not to be the case
If I were you I'd correct this wrong
Immediately, for your own good even
For who knows what's to
Come at the end of the day
When the dust has settled
In this economic downturn

Capitalism is full of crisis, and some
Of us suppose, it's intentionally so
Designed to keep us on our knees
Designed to keep us appeased
Your advertisements are pheno-
Menal, in how they distract
Congratulations, you have done a
Great job, keeping us in the cave
Where the shadows come alive
Convincing us all that they are real
Well I've seen the light, and the world outside
It's a homeless woman of age seventeen
Pregnant and scared out of her mind; what
On Earth is she going to do in this society
Without resources, and what about her child
It's the American reality
There is no dream anymore
That was destroyed in an act of
Domestic terrorism against all of
Us, over the generations
Capitalism: the American nightmare
To be bought and sold, here and abroad
Outsource the labor, and take all the wealth

The Heist Corporation is exactly
That, and the law has its back
The Supreme Court will decide, has
Decided, to side with them over us
Citizens United
War is Peace
Ignorance is Strength
It's been 1984 for quite some time
The corporations won, they silenced the
Gun, destroyed the evidence and the rest
They're taking us down; it's on TV
Privacy policies are always the best
But there's just one thing I'd
Say to you, about these lies
About the truth, of your dis-
Guise: the rights of the few
Are about to come due