Dalek

Dalek - A Beast Caged songtekst

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Rusted irons trap mental, thought's essential 

Mask meticulous movement towards central

Sip from holy grail to breath eternal, but time's concurrent 

Displace visual with iller words, I'm slurring

Inferred meaning missed target, Minute margins

Make the most hardened crumble when they're forced silent

Our only virtue left is pure violence

Remain defiant

Incarcerated souls sold to build empires

I grow tired of tyrants passed as presidents 

Evidence to theft swept under oval carpet

As inmates and children kept starving

True criminals walk free with presidential pardons.



Somber note takes hold of optimistic 

Mind that tongue they surveillance visits

Nostalgic visions bring us back to days of backspins

When trivial infractions got your jaw fractured

Shattered lineage from land of US sanctions

Indebted servants to democracy

Feed their families with mere pennies

There's that truth you seek...

Knew you wasn't ready

Implications too heavy

The stickup kids I fear wear three-piece suits

Subdued murders lose their meaning when you stand accused

Most my people was born with their necks in noose

So now I wander own streets verses packed in twos



Some succumb to pressure

Resort to drastic measures

Modern slavery sanctifies corporate greed

Economies solely based on prison industries 

Becomes reality 

Dilutes humanity

Our common enemy has long since won

Paint melanined as monsters for years to come

Brushstrokes evoke sage in this heathen MC

A beast caged in the heart of the city



This beast caged in the heart of the city

Circumvents common speech

Gutter tongue kept filthy

Histories passed in handshakes

Wisdom achieved

Victory's always fleeting for these pseudo MC's

Trapped by narrow minds 

Eyes blinded

Political prisoners terrorized in confinement

Confirms what we learned of US police state

Asphyxiate the people they claim to liberate 

While you debate Democrat Republican...

They ran the game on poor again

Latins and Africans 

Chained at wrists and ankles

Create profits for world bankers

This heart filled with rancor

Resurrected by this modern Rome

Where hate's condoned 

Inherent anger strangles what night has shone

Found shelter when conscienceness faltered

We've all been offered as Abraham's son on ruined alter.
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