An extension of Blue Blooded Scum off Commerce Street this track is about the class divide and how money rules too much around us, people are not currency.
lyrics
Over and over and over again, hear the same old stories told. The stories you swore were made up tales, they're not worth their weight in fools gold, go. No faith in myself and a reliance on wealth, a fate that is far much worse than death. You are not my elder just because you are older, you're just an ignorant older mother fucker. A message for the presidents and prime ministers alike: believing the words you feed is like swallowing the knife. We the people need to push forward, we need something to work towards. A disenfranchised youth and a beat down generation struggling to survive in the world we live in. Grasping tightly to what little we own, prying it from our fingers your only goal. I knwo you won't hear this, but it's a plea from people like me. For you to recognise our worth because that rut I hit it only got worse. Just because you're living better than me that doesn't mean that I'm not free. Look into my eyes and you'll see it makes sense, a person's worth isn't measured in pounds and pence. Now my eyes are open and seeing through all the empty promises and propaganda tools. We didn't make it through hundreds of years and untold generations to be governed by your bullshit segregation, I don't know you and you are nameless; the friend of my enemy will feel my hatred.
Iranian metal band Confess channel their struggles with political oppression and exile into cathartic, groovy thrash. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 2, 2022