Slaine

System crashing
screen is flashing
fake interaction stole my passion
now we're all trapped in
tighter than components on a circuit board
but where's the power stored?
it strikes a dischord!
someone cut this fibre-optic umbilical cord
from the mother board.
I'm getting feedback
from my own gene map
primal fear to let me know
we will be trapped,
if we don't turn back
we'll be stuck to this web for eternity,
with no liberty, egallity, fraternity,
someone needs to break out
from this mother board maternity ward

Dunbar

Like atomic mass of glass en masse we hold fast
To this sold out comedy in which we were cast
system caste gonna crash like versions of the past
surpassed at long last a simple task for the grass
but like atomic mass of glass en masse we hold fast
to this total tragedy in which we were cast
out loud we laugh though subliminally harrassed
over head stars pass imparting knowledge from the past
think we're moving to fast time to ease off the gas
nothing built to last except divisions of class
system caste gonna crash like versions of the past
surpassed at long last by fields of green grass
or sounds of bomb blast shatter-in the stain glass
alas... If we continue on this path
alas... If we continue on this path
should have seen it coming will be our epitaph

Slaine

Irish universities are working for the Rubicon
homes have their own minds
family units gone
split up and spread out
new form of believing
they call it a terminal
for a reason.
Locked away online,
all on your own
face almost brushing
on your UV tombstone.
Skin is paler,
inhaler on the floor
the world at your finger tips
so stay indoors.
the ghost of Guy Fawkes
is downstairs cutting wires
the truth spitting liars
back pedal through the mire
te baying of the crowd became a righteous choir
as they threw their scapegoats
on a funeral pyre

Dunbar

Like atomic mass of glass en masse we hold fast
To this sold out comedy in which we were cast
system caste gonna crash like versions of the past
surpassed at long last a simple task for the grass
but like atomic mass of glass en masse we hold fast
to this total tragedy in which we were cast
out loud we laugh though subliminally harrassed
over head stars pass imparting knowledge from the past
think we're moving to fast time to ease off the gas
nothing built to last except divisions of class
system caste gonna crash like versions of the past
surpassed at long last by fields of green grass
or sounds of bomb blast shatter-in the stain glass
alas... If we continue on this path
alas... If we continue on this path
should have seen it coming will be our epitaph

Outro

We thought our problems were solved
when we learnt to evolve
but the towers till fall
as we build peace walls.
surrounded by chaos yet we remain calm,
still carrying the fire of an unbroken man
the worlds fate in our hands, i believe we can withstand
rise, organise, and devise a plan,
for the future
for the sake of the past
or should have seen it coming
will be our epitaph