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Posted by
james phillips
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Date
Jun 30, 2010
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About this audio
Track 6 from the album 'Laws of Rebellion' by DNB/Metal, London based band Shellshock.
Hopefully the lyrics should do the talking. This album was released in 2007 so is mainly along the lines of seeing things differently and going against the grain. Our next album is much more geared towards The Venus project and will hopefully be out later this year. To Find out more go to www.myspace.com/shellshockuk
ps We are on the look out for a Drummer who can tour the next album so any potential London based Drummers out there please get in touch.
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Ultimate Solution
Our suicide may well provide, the Ultimate Solution.
This…suicide…may…well provide, the Ultimate Solution.
In frozen rows our embryos await their animation,
Such orphans may, one sorry day, perpetuate our nation.
As we increase to sit obesely worshipping the screen,
We seek to feed our hungry breed, whatever that might mean.
From more alarming human farming, multi-birth disasters,
Bred for their parts, pigs lose their hearts to save their ailing masters.
While cancer finds so many kinds of unforgiving ills,
Still farmers keep Chernobyl sheep on panoramic hills.
Try, to defy, the time, is nigh.
This…suicide…may…well provide.
Did we surmise what might arise from man’s ill-fated birth?
Our tears too late we contemplate the agony of Earth.
As nitrate creeps and nature weeps her poisons to the shore,
Just a blink in the eye of time, but an ever-running sore.
Each boat that sets gigantic nets makes oceans feel the strain,
It is, we know quite wrong to turn a forest into plain.
And as we toil with precious oil to make our own pollution,
Our suicide may well provide the Ultimate Solution.
Try, to defy, the time, is nigh.
One, one chance. Determined to go and destroy, all we can.
No, no respect. Now we’re addicted to this control.
Civilisation, what civilisation? What kind of world is this when…
Our suicide may well provide the Ultimate Solution.
This suicide may well provide the Ultimate Solution.
One, one chance. Determined to go and destroy, all we can.
No, no respect. Now we’re addicted to this control.
Control, Control, Control, Control.
Our suicide may well provide, the Ultimate Solution.
This suicide may well provide, the Ultimate Solution.
