Lyrics & music : shane embury

It's a straight and narrow path
Or is it fate which takes our hand ?
Play the game, praise the man that fakes the masterplan ;
Take the rough with the smooth.
Whose loss do we loose ?
What else could we disprove ?
Who shapes the abuse ?

You prostitute integrity and blindly steal identity.

Buy it out and watch it die ;
Fashion talks, the bullshit flies.
Bite your tongue and breath a sight ;
Take the fall or take the climb.
Streamlined and new improved,
A nation sadly out of tune.
Is it just old-fashioned - creation with a passion ?

Just an observation of a machine generation.

Push this.

The same old song.

Is the message lost in this - that's not politics ?
There's a rhyme to this reason :
They're one and the same.
Take the heart they've broke
And the money they've choke ;
You're left with no answer
To this industry chancer.

Just an observation of a machine generation.

Push this.

The same old song.

• A Means to an End
• Affixed by Disconcern
• All Intensive Purposes
• Bled Dry
• Breed to Breathe
• Cleanse Impure
• Clutching at Barbs
• Devouring Depraved
• Incendiary Incoming
• Insanity Excursion
• Mass Appeal Madness
• Nazi Punks Fuck Off
• Next of Kin to Chaos
• None The Wiser?
• Pride Assassin
• Repression Out of Uniform
• Sceptic in Perspective
• Stranger Now
• The Infiltraitor
• Thrown Down a Rope
• Time Will Come
• Ulterior Exterior