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137 LYRICS
"Force Controlled Culture" (2005 EP)
1. Wrecking Ball
2. Force Controlled Culture (FCC)
3. In Vain (pt.1 - Midnight)
4. Slug
1. Wrecking Ball
Wrecking Ball
All my lowered hope and expectation
Direct result from my mass frustration
Constant, endless, bitter disappointment
All my anger turns to self-resentment
Inside myself weak and hesitant
Leaves my joyless, tired, reluctant
Fate's rule wrecking my soul
Self-depreciation
Like the steel ball, it's cold
Self-depreciation
Surrender what's left inside me
There's nothing more to take
There's nothing more to take
Resistance would be all in vain
There's nothing more to take
There's nothing more to take
Degraded, my broken spirit
There's nothing more to take
There's nothing more to take
Dust to dust, ash and sand remain
There's nothing more to take
There's nothing more to take
Fate's rule wrecking my soul
Self-depreciation
Like the steel ball, it's cold
Self-depreciation
Depreciation
Depreciation
Depreciation
(lyrics by Keith Baughman)
2. Force Controlled Culture (FCC)
Force Controlled Culture (FCC)
Play god and control masses - thoughts and feelings
Filter everything they see - to your liking
Your point of view becomes theirs - silent but heard
And so now you have their minds- without a word
I can't believe what I see
To see is not to believe
You think you know what's better - this much is clear
Self-appointed role model - different you fear
Remember to each his own - growing stronger
One man's will is one man's way - but no longer
Fill my head
Mind force-fed
I can't believe what I see
To see is not to believe
(lyrics by Keith Baughman)
3. In Vain (pt.1 - Midnight)
In Vain (pt.1 - Midnight)
Looking back on my life
Damned by it's pain and strife
No sense at all it seems
The end not justified by means
The end
End
The end
Will there be an answer
Is there any purpose
Will truth show it's not a curse
And will the end be just
No method, this madness
More and more, always less
No sense at all it seems
The end not justified by means
The end
End
The end
Will there be an answer
Is there any purpose
Will truth show it's not a curse
And will the end be just
(lyrics by Keith Baughman)
4. Slug
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