The Pop Group - Nations lyrics

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The Pop Group - Nations lyrics

Face to face with a very ugly transgressive leisure Enough poverty is not only obscene but nausea-inducing This evolved into the sh**-on-the-wall blanket protests And much worshipped horror tropes of their fore bearers / split personalities Decades of deceptions / American gods/infringe/or go beyond/the boundaries of a moral principle The taboo diseased Long before any of these things became famous You better believe it Scandalocity Twisted logic Hell is empty Occluded from the delusions of time The mirror of this text Denial of service attack The real madness Deranged victims of gruesome consumerism Conveniently blamed on your psychotic other half Maybe nothing surprises us anymore? Maybe nothing is sacred? The disappointed voyeur More suburban numbness More existential boredom The zombification of society Is often the implication of society The cross contamination Of invisible positives Predate fascination Defiant Dark The other Wholesale lies Out of the shadows Barbarians at the gates Transgress the 21st century Robbed of its vividness Multiples auto bots Physically non-violent forms What brand of truth is yours? No new freedom Trash-aesthetics Choose a f**ing big television Choose a starter home Choose your friends Choose leisurewear and f**ing matching luggage Nations of couch potatoes Chained to their TV screens In the ultimate gameshow ‘Welcome to the rain' Crash, slash, become possible Exchange strange currencies Processed world Your lifestyle is on trial Project Phoenix Remote viewing Montauk boys This message will self-destruct in ten seconds Crash palace Pay the rent - boy Trash mansion morality invented The transgression of internally invented ideals The raging illnesses of our age Transgress or act against the system Power cut Each is a resignation Vote apathy No disruption of the status quo Critical ma** is a syntactic distinction A maddening cut up of historical reason Or aggravated desensitization Of other devices Choice Sin Paralysis Of synthetic diminished pleasures The addiction doesn't But the addiction is Part of the ride We're all addicted to something Money Sex Television Paranoia Notoriety Corporate crime I was contextualised in relation to these things This message will self-destruct in ten seconds