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Clarion Call

by The Human Project

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1.
It's happening again; a familiar notion. Scouring this earth for some forward motion. Frustrated and sore from a verdict designed to offend. It never ends. The kids were alright but so uninspired, stuck in their heads, lonely and tired. Connected by fear of a die that they’d never have cast. It never lasts. It never lasts, the past replaced my by another. Hope and reason running for cover. Kill everyone, kill everything, where does it stop? Where does it start, your part in worldwide destruction? Hating by numbers for minor obstructions. Fuck everyone, fuck everything, where does it stop? Where does it start? 
2.
Call me snowflake and expect the avalanche. Your attitude - our ammunition -I hold keys to all my prisons. Knocking down your crooked crowns root and branch, no mitigating circumstances, no returns, no second chances. Hive mind enshrined. So blind. No cause, no thread, no thought, you're spineless, shrineless, designless. No cause, no thread, no thought, no shame. With vultures closing in and patience wearing thin I'll take the high road, but only in your eyes. And for every pound I ever earned I have spent double on this curse, so I take the high road - but only in your eyes. Call me self-righteous and lose the leg you’re standing on. Your arrogance is my ignition - no excuses, no permissions. Understand your promised land is dead and gone; desperate times pour desperate measures: no retreat, no guilty pleasures. Silent witness, violent existence hid behind your virtues and curfews. Fuck you. A firebrand in no man’s land. With vultures closing in and patience wearing thin I'll take the high road, but only in your eyes. Don’t justify your lack of core. Don’t try, I’ve heard it all before. So I take the high road, but only in your eyes.
3.
That one percent that live above us all, kept in power ‘til the blues do fall. As the rich get richer, and leave the rest to rot, itʼs the working class that foot the bill regardless if they can or not. They represent the interests of the few, a privileged world view - austerity to fix a deficit made by the rich but at what cost? Why must we pay for what theyʼve lost? Five years of manifesto and tory ego, more tears for spending cuts straight from the publicʼs guts. With a minority claiming victory, for this we did not vote. Theyʼve got some nerve, these absentees. These unobserved. I cannot serve what I cannot see, so show your eights and aces, your airs and graces. Your dirty faces make me smile, so wild, so fucking infantile.
4.
The Rhetoric 02:50
Saturate the way we live so we believe the narrative. Without conscience, without ethics underneath the rhetoric. There are people killing people who have nothing left to lose, for a cause they did not choose. Who pulls the strings when we see warfare? Who pulls the strings that lead to despair?
 Do you know who pulls the strings from out of sight to manipulate the world outright? With all the pain it brings we need to know who pulls the strings. Corruption at the top facilitates a means in which we pander to the greed of corporations we canʼt stop, no choice but to decree with the corporatocracy.
5.
Compelling as it is to be complete, I step into the breach knowing what Iʼll meet. The same self-perpetuating simplistic need, so reliant on another, so willing to concede. This is the last time I will miss you. This is the last time I will struggle through. Without contempt or a thought misspent,
Iʼll suck it up to get my fix when I get knocked for six. A weight thatʼs too distinct be ignored, an inevitable ache. An ache that leaves me floored. A time to realign with grit in earnest, confronted by the fact trust may never be restored. The chances are Iʼll fall from high again, but I wonʼt give up, and I wonʼt give in. The glances from a time in way back when, wonʼt let me give up, wonʼt let me give in.
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One long line of one of a kinds, but ‘Hearts and Minds’ are not your style in this square mile. And meanwhile a carousel of straight white men, we’ll not see their like again - five years further down the track, older, wiser, start from scratch. We’ll do what we always do, we’ll know what we always knew, you are nothing but motivation. We have what you long for, we have what you crave - we’ll do what we always do, it’s burned into your brain We’re the same, praying our pendulums will sway long enough to learn just how much you know. I see it in your furrowed brow, bowed your head and burrowed down for the masterminds of your tomorrow - look to who those leaders follow.
8.
Blame 01:52
I remember when it started, I remember how it all began. Iʼll face the facts Iʼll face it all, Iʼm sick of waiting for your call. The time has come to draw a line as I resign to failure, what more could I have done? I know that I am to blame. Since that day Iʼve never been the same, I toss and turn to only learn itʼs over. But I wonʼt hang my head in shame, I gave my all to only to fall without her. Every day Iʼm growing older questioning a choice Iʼve made. Every way I try wonʼt make these feelings fade. Iʼll face the facts Iʼll face it all. Iʼm sick of waiting for your call. The time has come to draw a line as I resign to failure. What more could I have done?
9.
When they find you swinging from the rafters in your penthouse pen, oblivion might not seem so funny - cos mighty men fall furthest when they present this fake macho front. You were so close, but you can’t see behind that wall. You were so close, but so callous, so insecure. That day on the train, did you imagine that I felt the same when you said “He’s only got himself to blame”? Wipe the shit from your grin cos I’m sure that you’ll go out in style. One mile is not enough. One mile. Talk tall, talk tough. One mile in their shoes, have you ever thought you are the reason that he couldn’t go one mile more? You’re not living in the here and now, so tell me how you’re punching down the already trodden? Your conscience slipped but once it’s flipped and you’re stuck in it you’ll soon be forgotten. So close but searching for something more. So close to the sanctuary of the shore. That day on the train we laughed our way through the strain - but she seemed so absent and frail, like she’d already checked out. But she still raised a glass and a smile. One mile is not enough. One mile. Talk tall, talk tough. One mile in their shoes, have you ever thought you are the reason that she couldn’t go one mile more? So give me your big idea, cos we’re all drowning here. That crash-cart’s coming for us all. You might start running when it calls, and you know it - pride before a fall. I always wonder, and so do you - what pulled them under? What pulls us through? We’re none of us immune to a self-destructive brain. That day on the train I still imagine if he felt afraid, or just glad to be rid of the pain, and I’m just glad we’re not all so uncaring and stuck in denial. One Mile.
10.
How can something right become so wrong? Not trying to forget, but trying to move on. Poverty perpetuates their greed to globalise their banks wherever they should need - they will make this country bleed. They threw the truth away, they gave up reason for another day. After all this time we canʼt deny we need democracy in our society. A subterfuge, a deceit, a system thatʼs controlled by the elite. An imperialistic war disguised as altruism as before. A global sovereign free from law with much to answer for. They threw the truth away, they gave up reason for another day. After all this time we canʼt deny we need democracy in our society. A war amongst ourselves to alleviate our grasp, the hope we once did feel almost in the past. But now we fight for more, and more weʼll fight for. No intimidation, no false accusations will stop us fighting for the many not for the few - weʼll stand our ground against those baring blue.
11.
Clarion Call 04:17
Years of change and promise disallowed enthusiasm cowed, and now they look to the right, in the middle of the fight. Shout out to those who don't give in, and when the ones that sin begin to build brand new walls, clarion call. The terror is domestic, the threat is all too clear, but we don't wanna wait for what we deserve. Everyone is panicked, the domination near, but we don't wanna wait for what we deserve Even though it may seem so strange, we saw it coming, the games have already been played. We're not for dumbing down, and one day, the winds they will change and you'll be stuck with the face you made. Are we still dangerous? We are still dangerous. A people looking for a place to be, inside a world where nobody is free. Working to support a prison state that everybody just wants to escape. So spread your wings and take to the skies before your freedom dies - we’ll try to make ourselves proud by shouting out loud that we do not exist only to show subservience, but grow to know to listen to the call, and we will see you fall. Even though it may seem so strange, we saw it coming, the games have already been played. We're not for dumbing down, and one day, the winds they will change and you'll be stuck with the face you made.

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released July 4, 2018

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