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A rap song integrated with metal/industrial styles.
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A diverse collection of styles coalesced into one distinct sound that is HypoKriticaL.
HypoKriticaL is a one-man band. All instruments, vocals, production and sampling is done by HypoKriticaL. Styles range from rap to rock, rock-a-billy to metal, industrial to pop and everything in between.
Song Info
Genre
Metal • Rap-Metal
Charts
#13,547 today Peak #84
#608 in subgenre Peak #5
Author
Justin Berger
Rights
Endoftheworld Music
Uploaded
November 08, 2004
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MP3
MP3 2.9 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Story behind the song
This song was written in California and it describes my feelings at the time, dealing with my wife at the time and life and work and all of the bullshit it all brings along with the stress of our government and society.
Lyrics
With so much control in the world today Our kids are growin' up like molded clay We shape them to ourselves or someone else But they always rebel nothing ever helps With our busy, busy lives And our pretty pretty wives We sometimes forget what it is to cry Release some emotion other than hate Then maybe we can all start to really relate We're forcing ourselves down our own dire strait I say we take a stand, I say we change our fate We exist to work, but we live to play But either way, either way Some motherfucker's gonna pay, gonna' pay, gonna' pay One more day of wakin' up and forgetting what it's like We're all brainwashed like a cage of lab mice They hang out the cheese and we struggle through the maze Pretty soon life becomes a gloomy, dull haze And this is what we do, everybody's the same Some are just a little better at playing the game With the whips to our backs and the shackles on our feet They force us to work until their greed is complete The cycle begins every 30 days All our bills are due and everybody pays In our shitty, shitty lives With our bitchy, bitchy wives We sometimes forget why we need to lie Lie to ourselves and our children too Tell them they can do whatever they want to do As the end draws near and the sun never shines It seems like our world is at the end of the line We exist to work, but we live to play But either way, either way Some motherfucker's gonna pay, gonna' pay, gonna' pay We're all gonna' die so why not go out with a bang Do you wanna be a slave and live on a chain gang They work us 'til we die then they grind up our bones They take all our money and tear down our homes We work our whole lives just to make it by But in the end it doesn't matter because we all fuckin' die
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