Slow In The Blood

Lyrics:

© Psychedelic1
Slow In The Blood
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One of these days when you feel
Slow in the blood
Brain's in a haze
And your feet's in the mud
Each path you take
Ends in a cul-de-sac
But the road's a deep-fake
And there's no turning back

No turning back

This needs to stop
This madness needs to stop
The exterior world
Makes all your braincells pop
Savage actions by each head of state
Tides overflowing and it won't abate
Your mind is locked to the grinding wheel
Forcing the flood gates to a false reveal

Slow in the blood

So much distraction leads you by the nose
Lack of interaction
Sends a chill through your clothes
The man with tanks and guns
His armies his nuclear missiles
Parades them around
Like captured, deadly brides
Flexing his muscles
While the other side
Plan his death
And the eradication of his country too

Time to take it all down

The war machine self replicating
Induces hate between all cultures
Religion and politics
Corporations and consortiums
The rulers and the leaders
High with powers they don't understand
Conspiracy theorists each and every one
Which side shall you take?
Can you break the cycle?
Or will you sleep forever?

Wake up sleepyhead