Sesin ve Öfkenin Devrimi: Rage Against The Machine (1992)

Müzik dünyasının tarihinde bazı albümler, sadece birer koleksiyon değil, aynı zamanda kültürel bir sismograf görevi görürler. **Rage Against The Machine**’in 1992 yılında yayımlanan, kendi adını taşıyan bu ilk stüdyo albümü, tam da böyle bir kırılma noktasıdır. Elektrikli gitarların keskin, neredeyse endüstriyel bir hassasiyetle işlendiği bu eser, sadece ritim ve melodi üzerine kurulu değil; bir başkaldırının, sistem eleştirisinin ve uyanışa davetin manifestosudur.

Albüm, bireyin toplum içindeki yerini, baskıcı mekanizmaların insan psikolojisi üzerindeki etkisini ve sessizliğin bir şiddet biçimi olduğu gerçeğini en sert tondan sorgular. Müzikal olarak funk ve hip-hop ritimlerini rock enerjisiyle harmanlayan bu albüm, lirik yapısıyla da bir tarih dersi ve politik bir bildiri niteliği taşımaktadır.

### [Bombtrack]

* **Ana Tema:** Militan bir uyanış ve statükoyu reddetme.

* **Lirik Analizi:** Albümün açılış parçası, dinleyiciyi doğrudan bir hesaplaşmaya davet eder. "Bombtrack", sistemin sahte değerlerini ve bu değerlerin üzerine kurulu "başarı" anlayışını yerle bir etme arzusunu yansıtır. Sözlerde geçen "manifest destiny" (kader birliği/yayılmacı inanç) vurgusu, tarihin ve ekonominin gücü elinde tutanlarca nasıl manipüle edildiğini gösterir. Şarkı, bireyin kendi hakikati için savaşması gerektiğini vurgulayan bir "hazırlık" evresidir.

### [Killing In The Name]

* **Ana Tema:** Kurumsal yozlaşma ve itaatsizlik.

* **Lirik Analizi:** Albümün en ikonik parçası olan bu eser, doğrudan otoritenin karanlık yüzüne odaklanır. Gücü elinde tutanların, geçmişten gelen nefret söylemlerini (haç yakma metaforuyla) nasıl koruduğunu ve toplumu bu korku iklimine nasıl hapsederek "ne yapmaları gerektiğini" dikte ettiğini işler. Şarkının sonunda defalarca tekrarlanan o nihai karar cümlesi, sistemin manipülasyonuna karşı geliştirilen en net ve en keskin duruştur.

### [Take The Power Back]

* **Ana Tema:** Bilginin ve eğitimin özgürleşmesi.

* **Lirik Analizi:** Bu parça, eğitim sisteminin tek taraflı ve yönlendirici yapısını eleştirir. Bilginin sadece "ezberlenen" değil, "sorgulanan" bir süreç olması gerektiğini savunur. "Eurocentric" bir bakış açısıyla oluşturulan tarih anlatısının, bireyin kendi köklerini ve gerçeğini görmesini engellediğini vurgular. Gücün, sistemin sunduğu sahte vaatlerde değil, kişinin kendi kimliğine ve tarihine sahip çıkmasında yattığını hatırlatır.

### [Settle For Nothing]

* **Ana Tema:** Nesiller arası travma ve sistemin dayattığı kadercilik.

* **Lirik Analizi:** Şarkı, parçalanmış aile yapısının ve sistemin bireyi "sıradanlık" içinde boğma çabasının bir portresini çizer. "A jail cell is freedom from the pain in my home" cümlesi, dış dünyadaki sistemli baskının, bireyin kişisel hayatındaki acıdan bile daha ağır gelebileceğini kanıtlar niteliktedir. Belirsiz bir geleceğin mi, yoksa şu anki eylemsizliğin mi daha büyük bir yıkım olduğunu sorgulayan karamsar ama güçlü bir farkındalıktır.

### [Bullet In The Head]

* **Ana Tema:** Kitle iletişim araçlarının zihin üzerindeki etkisi.

* **Lirik Analizi:** Medyanın, reklamların ve ana akım propagandanın, toplumu bir "mass mind rape" (kitle zihin tecavüzü) süreciyle nasıl uyuşturduğunu konu alır. İnsanların "zıpla" komutuna "ne kadar yükseğe?" diye yanıt verecek kadar sorgulama yetisini kaybettiğini savunur. Şarkıdaki metafor, aslında bireyin kendi özgünlüğünü öldürmesi ve sisteme tam bir köle gibi boyun eğmesinin yarattığı entelektüel ölümü temsil eder.

### [Know Your Enemy]

* **Ana Tema:** Düşmanı tanımlamak ve sistemi içten fethetmek.

* **Lirik Analizi:** Albümün en doğrudan politik hesaplaşmalarından biridir. Düşmanın sadece dışarıda değil, bizim öğretilen ve kabul edilen "American dreams" dediğimiz kavramların içinde saklı olduğunu vurgular. Uyum sağlama, teslimiyet ve ikiyüzlülük gibi kavramların, aslında bireyi yöneten sistemin birer parçası olduğunu belirtir. "Düşmanını tanı" çağrısı, bu sistemik yapıları kendi içinde analiz etme zorunluluğuna bir göndermedir.

### [Wake Up]

* **Ana Tema:** Tarihi gerçekleri görme ve kolektif uyanış.

* **Lirik Analizi:** Geçmişte sistemin kendi ideallerini savunan liderlere karşı yaptığı suikastları ve engellemeleri hatırlatır. Sistemin, toplumun uyanışına sebep olabilecek figürleri "nötralize etme" çabasını anlatır. Şarkı, dinleyiciye tarihsel bir sorumluluk yükler; geçmişin kurbanlarını anmak ve onların yarım bıraktığı mücadeleyi, sisteme karşı "uyanarak" devam ettirmek gerektiğini savunur.

### [Fistful Of Steel]

* **Ana Tema:** Sessizliğe karşı başkaldırı ve sesin gücü.

* **Lirik Analizi:** Sessizliğin, bir teslimiyet ve şiddet aracı olduğunu savunan şarkı, sözlerin ve müziğin aslında birer silah olabileceğini vurgular. "Silence can be violent" (sessizlik şiddet içerebilir) önermesi, üzerine düşülmeyen ve eleştirilmeyen her anın, baskıcı yapıyı güçlendirdiğini söyler. Sanatçı, mikrofonu bir çelik yumruk gibi kullanarak gerçeği söylemenin, hayatta kalmanın en temel yolu olduğunu savunur.

### [Township Rebellion]

* **Ana Tema:** Küresel bir baskı düzeni ve ortak mücadele.

* **Lirik Analizi:** Bu parça, baskının sadece belirli bir bölgede değil, dünyanın her yerinde aynı olduğunu vurgular. Johannesburg'dan yerel bölgelere kadar uzanan bir dayanışma çağrısıdır. Ignorance (cehalet) ve sistemin dayattığı sınırların, insanları "kendi elleriyle kendilerini çarmıha germeye" nasıl zorladığını anlatır. Mücadelenin tek yolunun, "norm" olarak adlandırılan sahte düzeni reddetmek olduğunu belirtir.

### [Freedom]

* **Ana Tema:** Özgürlüğün bir armağan değil, bir hak ve kazanım olması.

* **Lirik Analizi:** Albümün finali, özgürlük kavramının sistem tarafından bir "kart oyunu" gibi kurgulandığını ve insanların bu oyunun içinde yavaş yavaş tükendiğini gösterir. "(Anger is a gift)" (Öfke bir hediyedir) ifadesi, bu albümün temel felsefesini özetler; öfke, sadece yok edici değil, aynı zamanda uyandırıcı ve dönüştürücü, sistemin prangalarından kurtulmak için kullanılması gereken yegane güçtür.

Bu albüm, 1992 yılından günümüze hala geçerliliğini koruyan bir başkaldırı rehberidir. Her nota, her söz, bireyin kendi özgür iradesini geri kazanması için atılmış birer adımdır.

Rage Against the Machine - "Rage Against The Machine" Albüm Şarkı Sözleri (1992)

"Bombtrack"

Uh!

Ayo, it's just another bombtrack, uh!

Ayo, it's just another bombtrack, yeah!

It goes a one, two, three

Yeah, and it's just another bombtrack

And suckers be thinkin' that they can fake this

But I'ma drop it at a higher level

'Cause I'm inclined to stoop down, hand out some beatdowns

Could run a train on punk fools that think they run the game

But I learned to burn that bridge and delete

Those who compete at a level that's obsolete

Instead, I warm my hands upon the flames of the flag

To recall the downfall and the businesses that burnt us all

See through the news and the views that twist reality

Enough, I call the bluff, fuck Manifest Destiny

Landlords and power whores, on my people, they took turns

Dispute the suits, I ignite and then watch 'em burn

With the thoughts from a militant mind

Hardline, hardline after hardline

Landlords and power whores, on my people, they took turns

Dispute the suits, I ignite and then watch 'em burn

Burn, burn, yes, you're gonna burn

Burn, burn, yes, you're gonna burn (Yes, you're gonna)

Burn, burn, yes, you're gonna burn

It goes a one, two, three, another funky, radical bombtrack

Started as a sketch in my notebook

And now dope hooks make punks take another look

My thoughts ya hear and ya begin to fear

That ya card will get pulled if ya interfere

With the thoughts from a militant, militant mind

Hardline, hardline after hardline

Landlords and power whores, on my people, they took turns

Dispute the suits, I ignite and then watch 'em burn

Burn, burn, yes, you're gonna burn

Burn, burn, yes, you're gonna burn (Yes, you're gonna)

Burn, burn, yes, you're gonna burn

Hey, yo, it's just another bombtrack, yeah!

Check it out

Burn, burn, yes, you're gonna burn

(Yes, you're gonna...)

Burn, burn, yes, you're gonna burn

Burn

☆☆☆☆☆

"Killing In The Name"

Killing in the name of

Some of those that work forces, are the same that burn crosses

Huh!

Killing in the name of

And now you do what they told ya

But now you do what they told ya

Well now you do what they told ya

Those who died are justified, for wearing the badge, they're the chosen whites

You justify those that died by wearing the badge, they're the chosen whites

Those who died are justified, for wearing the badge, they're the chosen whites

You justify those that died by wearing the badge, they're the chosen whites

Some of those that work forces, are the same that burn crosses

Uggh!

Killing in the name of

And now you do what they told ya

And now you do what they told ya, now you're under control

And now you do what they told ya!

Those who died are justified, for wearing the badge, they're the chosen whites

You justify those that died by wearing the badge, they're the chosen whites

Those who died are justified, for wearing the badge, they're the chosen whites

You justify those that died by wearing the badge, they're the chosen whites

Come on!

Yeah! Come on!

Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me

Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me!

Motherfucker!

Uggh!

☆☆☆☆☆

"Take The Power Back"

(Crank the music up)

Bring that shit in, uh

Yeah, the movement's in motion with massive militant poetry

Now check this out, uh

In the right light, study becomes insight

But the system that dissed us, teaches us to read and write

So-called facts are fraud

They want us to allege and pledge and bow down to their god

Lost the culture, the culture lost

Spun our minds and through time, ignorance has taken over

Yo, we gotta take the power back

Bam, here's the plan

Motherfuck Uncle Sam, step back, I know who I am

Raise up your ear, I'll drop the style and clear

It's the beats and the lyrics they fear

The rage is relentless

We need a movement with a quickness

You are the witness of change and to counteract

We gotta take the power back

Yeah, we gotta take the power back

Come on, come on

Yeah, we gotta take the power back

The present curriculum, I put my fist in 'em

Eurocentric, every last one of 'em

See right through the red, white, and blue disguise

With lecture I puncture the structure of lies

Installed in our minds and attempting to hold us back

We've got to take it back

Holes in our spirit causing tears and fears

One-sided stories for years and years and years

I'm inferior? Who's inferior?

Yeah, we need to check the interior

Of the system who cares about only one culture

And that, is why we gotta take the power back

Yeah, we gotta take the power back

Come on, come on

Yeah, we gotta take the power back

Ayo check, we're gonna have to break it

Break it, break it down, aw shit

And like this

Uh! Come on

Yeah, bring it back the other way

The teacher stands in front of the class

But the lesson plan he can't recall

The student's eyes don't perceive the lies

Bouncing off every fucking wall

His composure is well kept

I guess he fears playing the fool

The complacent students sit

And listen to that bullshit that he'd learned in school

Europe ain't my rope to swing on

Can't learn a thing from it, yet we hang from it

(Gotta get it, gotta get it together then

Like the motherfuckin' Weathermen)

Expose and close the doors on those who try

To strangle and mangle the truth

'Cause the circle of hatred continues unless we react

We gotta take the power back

Yeah, we gotta take the power back

Come on, come on

Yeah, we gotta take the power back

No more lies

Uh! Yeah

Take it back, y'all

Take it back, a-take it back, a-take it back, y'all

Come on, take it back, y'all

Take it back, a-take it back, a-take it back, y'all

Come on, uh! Yeah

☆☆☆☆☆

"Settle For Nothing"

A jail cell is freedom from the pain in my home

Hatred passed on, passed on, and passed on

A world of violent rage but it's one that I can recognize

Having never seen the color of my father's eyes

Yes, I dwell in hell, but it's a hell that I can grip

I tried to grip my family but I slipped

To escape from the pain in an existence mundane

I got a nine, a sign, a set, and now I got a name

Read my writing on the wall

No one's here to catch me when I fall

Death is on my side

Suicide

A jail cell is freedom from the pain in my home

Hatred passed on, passed on, and passed on

A world of violent rage but it's one that I can recognize

Having never seen the color of my father's eyes

Yes, I dwell in hell, but it's a hell that I can grip

I tried to grip my family but I slipped

To escape from the pain in an existence mundane

I got a nine, a sign, a set, and now I got a name

Read my writing on the wall

No one's here to catch me when I fall

Caught between my culture and the system

Genocide

Read my writing on the wall

No one's here to catch me when I fall

If ignorance is bliss

Then knock the smile off my face, yeah!

If we don't take action now

We'll settle for nothing later

We'll settle for nothing now

And we'll settle for nothing later

If we don't take action now

We'll settle for nothing later

We'll settle for nothing now

And we'll settle for nothing later

If we don't take action now

We'll settle for nothing later

We'll settle for nothing now

And we'll settle for nothing later

If we don't take action now

We'll settle for nothing later

We'll settle for nothing now

And we'll settle for nothing later

☆☆☆☆☆

"Bullet In The Head"

This time the bullet cold rocked ya

A yellow ribbon instead of a swastika

Nothin' proper about ya propaganda

Fools follow rules when the set commands ya

Said it was blue, when ya blood was red

That's how ya got a bullet blasted through ya head

Blasted through ya head, blasted through ya head

I give a shout out to the living dead

Who stood and watched as the feds cold centralized

So serene on the screen, you was mesmerized

Cellular phones, soundin' a death tone

Corporations cold turn ya to stone before ya realize

They load the clip in, omnicolor

Said they pack the nine, they fire it at prime time

The sleeping gas, every home was like Alcatraz

And motherfuckers lost their minds

Just victims of the in-house drive-by

They say jump, you say "how high?" Yeah

Just victims of the in-house drive-by

They say jump, you say "how high?"

Run it

Just victims of the in-house drive-by

They say jump, you say "how high?" Yeah

Just victims of the in-house drive-by

They say jump, you say "how high?"

Checka, checka, check it out

They load the clip in, omnicolor

Said they pack the nine, they fire it at prime time

The sleeping gas, every home was like Alcatraz

And motherfuckers lost their minds

No escape from the mass mind rape

Play it again, Jack, and then rewind the tape

And then play it again, and again, and again

Until ya mind is locked in

Believin' all the lies that they're tellin' ya

Buyin' all the products that they're sellin' ya

They say jump and ya say "how high?"

Ya brain dead, ya got a fuckin' bullet in ya head

Just victims of the in-house drive-by

They say jump, you say "how high?" Yeah

Just victims of the in-house drive-by

They say jump, you say "how high?"

Ugh

Yeah

Fuck

Ya standin' in line

Believin' the lies

Ya bowin' down to the flag

Ya got a bullet in ya head

Ya standin' in line

Believin' the lies

Ya bowin' down to the flag

Ya got a bullet in ya head

A bullet in ya head

A bullet in the head

A bullet in ya head

Ya got a bullet in ya fuckin' head

Yeah! Yeah!

☆☆☆☆☆

"Know Your Enemy"

Huh

Yeah, we're comin' back in with another bombtrack

Think ya know it's all of that, huh

Ayo, so check this out, yeah

Know your enemy

Come on

Born with insight and a raised fist

A witness to the slit wrist

As we move into '92

Still in a room without a view

Ya got to know, ya got to know

That when I say go, go, go

Amp up and amplify, defy

I'm a brother with a furious mind

Action must be taken

We don't need the key, we'll break in

Something must be done

About vengeance, a badge and a gun

'Cause I'll rip the mic, rip the stage, rip the system

I was born to rage against 'em

Fist in ya face in the place and I'll drop the style clearly

Know your enemy

Yeah

Ayo, get with this, ugh

Word is born

Fight the war, fuck the norm

Now I got no patience

So sick of complacence

With the D, the E, the F, the I, the A, the N, the C, the E

Mind of a revolutionary, so clear the lane

The finger to the land of the chains

What? The "land of the free"?

Whoever told you that is your enemy

Now something must be done

About vengeance, a badge, and a gun

'Cause I'll rip the mic, rip the stage, rip the system

I was born to rage against 'em

Now action must be taken

We don't need the key, we'll break in

I've got no patience now

So sick of complacence now

I've got no patience now

So sick of complacence now

Sick of, sick of, sick of, sick of you

Time has come to pay

Know your enemy

Come on

Yes, I know my enemies

They're the teachers who taught me to fight me

Compromise, conformity

Assimilation, submission

Ignorance, hypocrisy

Brutality, the elite

All of which are American dreams

☆☆☆☆☆

"Wake Up"

Come on

Ugh

Come on

Although ya try to discredit, ya still never read it

The needle, I'll thread it, radically poetic

Standing with the fury that they had in '66

And like E-Double "I'm Mad", still knee deep in the system's shit

Hoover, he was a body remover

I'll give you a dose but it can never come close

To the rage built up inside of me

Fist in the air in the land of hypocrisy

Movements come and movements go

Leaders speak, movements cease when their heads are flown

'Cause all these punks got bullets in their heads

Departments of police, (What!) the judges (What!), the feds

Networks at work, keeping people calm

You know they went after King when he spoke out on Vietnam

He turned the power to the have-nots

And then came the shot

Yeah

Yeah, back in this

With poetry my mind I flex

"Flip" like Wilson, vocals never lacking that finesse

What do I got to, what do I got to do to wake you up?

To shake you up, to break the structure up?

'Cause blood still flows in the gutter

I'm like taking photos, mad boy kicks open the shutter

Set the groove, then stick and move like I was Cassius

Rep the "Stutter Step" then bomb a left upon the fascists

Yeah, several federal men

Who pulled schemes on the dream and put it to an end

You better beware the retribution with mind war

20/20 visions and murals with metaphors

Networks at work, keeping people calm

Ya know they murdered X and tried to blame it on Islam

He turned the power to the have-nots

And then came the shot

What was the price on his head?

What was the price on his head!?

I think I heard a shot

I think I heard, I think I heard a shot

Black nationalism

May be a brave contender for this position

But should he abandon his supposed 'obedience'

To the 'White liberal doctrine' of non-violence

And embrace black nationalism

Through counter-intelligence, it should be possible

To pinpoint potential troublemakers and neutralize them

Through counter-intelligence, it should be possible

To pinpoint potential troublemakers and neutralize them

And neutralize them, and neutralize them

And neutralize them

Wake up!

How long? Not long

'Cause what you reap is what you sow

☆☆☆☆☆

"Fistful Of Steel"

Huh!

Check it

Uh!

Silence, something about silence makes me sick

'Cause silence can be violent sorta like a slit wrist

If the vibe was suicide, then you would push the button

But if ya bowing down, then let me do the cutting

Some speak the sounds but speak in silent voices

Like radio is silent though it fills the air with noises

Its transmissions bring submission as ya mold to the unreal

And mad boy grips the microphone with a fistful of steel

Yeah

And mad boy grips the microphone with a fistful of steel

With a fistful of steel

('Cause I know the power of the question)

With a fistful of steel

(And I won't stop 'cause I know the power of the question)

It's time to flow like the fluid in ya veins

If ya will it, I will spill it and ya out

Just as quick as ya came

Not a silent one, but a defiant one

Never a normal one 'cause I'm the bastard son

With the visions of the move, vocals not to soothe

But to ignite and put in flight my sense of militance

Grooving, playing that game called survival

The status, the elite, the enemy, the rival

The silent sheep slipping, riffing, tripping

Give you a glimpse of the reality I'm gripping

Stepping into the jam and I'm slamming like Shaquille

Mad boy grips the microphone with a fistful of steel

Yeah

And mad boy grips the microphone with a fistful of steel

With a fistful of steel

('Cause I know the power of the question)

With a fistful of steel

(And I won't stop 'cause I know the power of the question)

Aw shit

(And I won't stop, 'cause I know the power of the question!)

And if the vibe was suicide, then you would push the button

But if you're bowing down, then let me do the cutting

Yeah

Come on

A .44 full of bullets

Face full of pale

Eyes full of empty

A stare full of nails

The roulette ball

Rolls alone on the wheel

A mind full of fire

And a fistful of steel

And if the vibe was suicide, then you would push the button

But if you're bowing down, then let me do the cutting

Yeah

With a fistful of steel, uh

Come on

Uh, with a fistful of steel

☆☆☆☆☆

"Township Rebellion"

Rebel, rebel and yell

'Cause our people still dwell in hell

Locked in a cell, yes, the structure's a cell

Mad is the story I tell

How long can we wait?

Come on, seeing what's at stake

Action for reaction

If your mind's in a somewhat complacent state, get a check up

This is a stick up

Our freedom, or your life

Lord, I wish I could be peaceful

But there can be no sequel

Now freedom must be fundamental

In Johannesburg, or South Central

On the mic 'cause someone should tell 'em

To kick in the township rebellion

Yeah, what about that, sucker?

Yeah, so you thought you could get with the hard lines

That fill your mind

Thoughts, battles fought, and lessons taught

Yes, I'll display the fitness, and flip like a gymnast

Raise my fist and resist!

Asleep though we stand in the midst of the war

Gotta get mine, gotta get more

Keeping the mic warm against the norm

'Cause what does it offer me?

I think often it's nothing but a coffin

Gotta get wreck 'til our necks never swing on a rope

From here to the cape of no hope

Now freedom must be fundamental

In Johannesburg, or South Central

On the mic 'cause someone should tell 'em

To kick in the township rebellion

Why stand on a silent platform?

Fight the war, fuck the norm

Why stand on a silent platform?

Fight the war, fuck the norm

Why stand on a silent platform?

Fight the war, fuck the norm

Why stand on a silent platform?

Fight the war, fuck the norm

Why stand on a silent platform?

Fight the war, fuck the norm

Why stand on a silent platform?

Fight the war, fuck the norm

Why stand on a silent platform?

Fight the war, fuck the norm

Why stand on a silent platform?

Fight the war, fuck the norm

What's it gonna take?

Shackle their minds when they're bent on the cross

When ignorance reigns, life is lost

Shackle their minds when they're left on the cross

When ignorance reigns, life is lost

Shackled our minds when we're bent on the cross

When ignorance reigns, life is lost

Shackled our minds when we're left on the cross

When ignorance reigns, life is lost, lost, lost!

Shackle your minds and you're left on the cross

When ignorance reigns, life is lost

Just shackle your minds when you're bent on the cross

When ignorance reigns, life is lost

Lost!

Why stand on a silent platform?

Fight the war, fuck the norm

Why stand on a silent platform?

Fight the war, fuck the norm

Why stand on a silent platform?

Fight the war, fuck the norm

Why stand on a silent platform?

Fight the war, fuck the norm

☆☆☆☆☆

"Freedom"

Pump, pump, woo!

Come on

Solo, I'm a soloist on a solo list

All live, never on a floppy disk

Inka, inka, bottle of ink

Paintings of rebellion drawn up by the thoughts I think

Yeah

Come on

The militant poet in once again, check it

It's set up like a deck of cards

They're sending us to early graves for all the diamonds

They'll use a pair of clubs to beat the spades

With poetry, I paint the pictures that hit

More like the murals that fit

Don't turn away, get in front of it

Brother, did ya forget ya name?

Did ya lose it on the wall playing Tic-Tac-Toe?

Yo, check the diagonal, three brothers gone, come on

Doesn't that make it three in a row?

(Anger is a gift)

Come on

Drop that

Come on

Yeah

Brother, did ya forget ya name?

Did ya lose it on the wall playing Tic-Tac-Toe?

Yo, check the diagonal, three million gone, come on

'Cause you know they're counting backwards to zero

Environment, the environment exceeding

On the level of our unconsciousness

For example, what does the billboard say?

"Come and play, come and play

Forget about the movement"

(Anger is a gift)

Yeah

Aw, bring that shit in

Hey

Freedom, yeah

Freedom, yeah, right

Freedom, yeah

Freedom, yeah, right

Freedom, yeah

Freedom, yeah, right

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