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We men have been in charge for the last 3.000 years or so, and our legacy is one of murder, war, torture, genocide and suffering. Not because we are inherently evil, but because we have been lured into believing that power is desirable in itself. It is time we shun almost everything we have been taught, because most of what it allegedly takes to be a "man" does not make us men, just obedient foot soldiers of some king, priest or banker's wars.

Lyrics:

As long as we measure the value of a man

By how many other men bow to him

As long as we measure the strength of a man

By the number of his victims

As long as we worship the fighting cocks

The lions and the peacocks

As long as we take pride in tears

In humiliation and fear

There can be no hope

How could there be hope?

Hope is a sick joke

How can we look at ourselves in the mirror

And not burst out laughing?

How can we claim we are masters and landlords

When we’re just puppets on a string?

I’ve said it before our chains are plated gold

So we can pretend they are jewels

Our prisons have wi-fi and beer is ice cold

So we can all revel like big fools

There can be no hope

How could there be hope?

Hope is a sick joke

How much crap has been poured in our heads

That we love what hurts us the most

How many lies have we been breastfed

By shadows of long extinct ghosts

All that we touch we turn into a war zone

Can’t we do better than that?

All of the shams and deceit we condone

Is this what it’s all about?

There can be no hope

How could there be hope?

Hope is a sick joke

Haven't we all sometimes given in to the temptation of arguing for hours with a perfect stranger about stuff? Haven't we all every now and then turned ourselves into fighting cocks, more in love with the fight than with the cause? ;-)

Lyrics:

It’s never been about the cause

It’s never been about the facts

Who cares for a truth that no one really knows

It’s just about having the last word

What is it we’re fighting for?

My truth screams louder than yours

My God has a bigger dick and has guns galore

And you’re just an attention whore

We’re all pigeons playing chess

We’re all peacocks I guess

No one knows a thing about the world we’re living in

And if you don’t think like me, you’re Hitler

Learned idiots prancing in talk shows

Their Minions echo them on social networks

They know all about football, medicine, politics,

Feminism, climate change & quantum bloody physics

Clinging to their gospel like it’s a lift raft

Some even get money for that

Every rabid roach has its favourite gurus

Depending of what’s in the news

We’re all pigeons playing chess

We’re all some fucker’s parrot I guess

No one knows a thing about the mess we’re living in

And if you dare to disagree, you’re Stalin

We’re all fucking cardboard tanks

We all have mold in our brains

No one knows a thing about the world we’re living in

And if you contradict me you’re bin Laden

Let the one who never gave in to rant on anything

To display his Dunning-Krueger on a subject he didn’t master

Let her cast the first stone, yeah, it’s most likely a her

And for the rest of you, for the rest of us for the rest of everyone,

Maybe we should just shut our fucking faces unclefuckers

This game has only one winner

And his name is Mark Zuckerberg…

And if you wanna prove me wrong, well, whatever

We are all fed up of your arrogance, folks. All weary of you being insufferable know-it-alls. Tired of being requested to be grateful for your scorn.

Your world is crumbling. You know it, and we know the more it will fall apart, the more obnoxious, hateful and despicable you will become. But we don't care anymore. Go, bark as you wish, you're not stopping anything anymore.

Lyrics:

There you are, patronizing as usual

Dealing death and judgement from your throne made of fool’s gold

We are tired of watching your misplaced pride

You know all the answers but you don’t know any single question

There you are blaming everyone especially your daughters & sons

Petty ludicrous inquisition

We are tired of hearing you spew your bile always one the wrong ones

Always on the weaker ones

We have every right to be upset, we have every right to be mad

Cause now we know you fed us lies and good intentions won’t make it right

we have every right to discard you, you rigged the game and tilted the table

And you look so self-satisfied but lies are lies & they weren’t even white

There you are hammering spoilt brat wisdom

Bloated egos so self-important

There we are one foot on sea one on shore but both feet deep in your manure

And the light at the end of the tunnel, it’s a train

We have every right to be upset, we have every right to be mad

Cause now we know you fed us lies and good intentions won’t make it right

we have every right to discard you, you rigged the game and tilted the table

And you look so self-satisfied but lies are lies & they weren’t even white

You have built the cities of nightmare, you have drank the whole world dry

Now that we ask for a glass, you call us thieves and lowlife crass

But we won’t be grateful for your contempt, we won’t thank you for your scorn

Cause your whole world was built on lies and we’re about to tear it down