The Brunt - Senser

The heart beats a finite number of times

It’s concrete, but who decides?

It’s my will, my urge, my search, my curse

To castrate, dominate, control and negate

And when I’ve sucked out all there is

Your memory will be your bridge

Conduct your wars against invisible enemies

You don’t represent me, rally support

Use the media channels you maintain like open veins

Those who stay outside, they froze

Re-ignite the blaze that’s old

Bring the oil online and bring it home

Well you can try and refuse and dismiss all

You wish but you cannot deny it is out of control

Burn your world, sing my songs

Sell your kids, take the brunt

Burn your world, sew my Nikes

Eat my shit, take the Brunt

Great deceivers, white hillbilly caesars

Thinkers in your own world don’t trust you either

Snuff more de-valued lives for oil

Infidel troops on so-called holy soil

Slogan-shrieking bombers, lethal commerce

And stalked peace offers for profits

Acceptable losses with no tribunals and no due process

It’s out of control

Burn your world, sing my songs

Sell your kids, take the brunt

Burn your world, sew my Nikes

Eat my shit, take the Brunt