DMLH Lyrics - We Wont Know

This is a rough mix of a song composed of parts of a few other songs, that all came together just right on this beat. The beat, of course, is by Shermstixx, and this song is being recorded for our upcoming Start Fires LP.

*****edit - i have since recorded the final version of the song and so this is now the album version.



Lyrics:

Quit dragging the gravestone.
Sip flagons and blaze cones,
raise your hands! Take action!
Live with passion and great hope!
This is our last chance to do something present.
The present turns to past just as fast as we live it
so NOW you can pivot to check this:
Picture all the pictures we've been fed:
Stars and stripes, Nixon's hands, and JFK's head.
Fixtures in the texts guide history lessons,
inflict patterned processes that shatter our senses.
Pick up the pieces, reformat your fences
they define the lines for us to color in.
If we step out they prescribe a life
to keep us wondering: "What just happened here?"
People fear thunder, when it rains it pours
we keep on working with this program under reigns of laws.
Fuck chains and bars! Write your names on walls!
Leave a message for the future when your slang's been solved.
That which stands can fall, that which falls is gone
they'll never break my balls, my word is my bond!
NO ONE CONTROLS ME
can't tell me what to do, I'm free to choose
THEY ARE LOSING THEIR HOLD, MAN
that's okay, something new is on the move

WE WONT KNOW
what it is they've done to us
IF WE DONT GROW
we build: ashes to ashes, dust to dust

Return home to this triple-grit, middle ground silhouette
simple sounds soften the bash: smashed: back out the ditch
lash out at the whip, cash out and get gone.
This old staid scream is a charade game playground love affair:
she's in summer hair with grass clippings
Navigating class trappings
as meter cops walk down the block
implanting satellite tracers: just to hear us talk?
we're being watched
by all these cameras connected to clocks
while we stand they're connecting the dots
I'm sure you've seen the map on the wireless spots
on the devil box of lights and tireless thoughts
TURN IT OFF!
be the hype kid who used to dishwash
turned around, made it big, and hired his boss
pay attention:
when they lie they switch words,
get us high with big words, inflict the burbs with sick words:
the promise of flight in the eyes of sick birds
stuck in the nest egg and taxed on sustenance
Trust its delivery?
Don't ask for your liberty!
This is every moment lets examine how we're living it!

WE WONT KNOW
what it is they've done to us
IF WE DONT GROW.....