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Blood Money

from Demo by Ed Wood

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I hate my job. I hate all jobs, and I hate the concept of a conventional job, where you work for someone else, most likely (when you reach the top of the metaphorical ladder) helping some shitty corporation do terrible things for obscene unneccessary amounts of money they’ll smuggle through a tax loophole written in just for them. You slave away til you hit old age and your body gives in, and then you sit there for your last few years realising you spent your life helping these corrupt assholes for a wage which means you can’t even afford a comfortable retirement. If you make it that far. You work with this reward of free time being some sort of light at the end of the tunnel, ignorant to the prospects that a) you may not make it out that tunnel and b) that freedom should be yours by rights anyway, from the moment you’re born. Blood Money.

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Live a life lying to yourself, it’s blood money. A life spent restlessly sleeping with the enemy. ‘Keep your mouth shut, toe the party line’. Keep your guard up don’t let them take your mind. They’ll never afford what you’re really worth, so they’ll pay you with six feet of dirt. Get it through your fucking head, to them you are the walking dead.
Sell yourself off day by day, for what? Blood money. What they take they won’t repay. Blood money. Don’t believe the lies, nothing’s changed. Blood money. Work into the grave, you’re a slave to blood money.
On the day you don’t wake up, they won’t even give a fuck, just cross you off an endless list and forget the fact you used to exist. To them you’re a unit a resource a pawn, they don’t know your name and won’t notice you’ve gone. Get it through your fucking head, to them you are the walking dead.

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from Demo, track released August 7, 2011
Joel Growney VOCALS, Damien 'DAMO' Mapson GUITAR, Joe Anderson BASS, Jochen Such DRUMS. Mixed and recorded by Rich Tamblyn @ Old Blacksmith Studios.

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