Palm.
That seduction, started long ago,
With repeats of, old tv shows,
I've seen you time, time and again,
You've sewn a seed that, grew within.

You're offering, the world to me,
The cool allure of, sun bleached streets,
Palms that grow, high out of reach,
I want you now and, you're taking me.

You are my vice.
I packed my world.
I've got a case.
And you seduce me.

But I'm just new, with this accent,
You'd chew me up and, spit me out again,
You'd leave me wanting, wanting much more,
But that's your power, and that's your draw.

You are my vice.
I packed my world (this living).
I've got a case (I'm moving).
And you seduce me (with my essentials).
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Who You Became.
Yeah, I know that's life,
And we all make mistakes,
But a brother shunning his mother,
Taking out his rage,
Acting the pain he's felt,
Been given by a girl,
His relationship broke down,
And now he's angry at the world.
Where's does he go from here?
He's alienated friends,
Sick of his blame and lies,
No one'll be there in the end.

A young girl 16,
Runaway and scared,
Shacked up with her man,
Claiming nobody cared,
Her mother crying nightly,
Thinking what's she done?
What has she created,
The lies the young girl's spun,
Pregnant and defiant,
She's just a kid herself,
Her man's got a violent side,
And she's walking on eggshells.

A friend from years ago,
We don't recognise him now,
He hooked up with a girl,
And then his life turned round,
His views and opinions,
They changed over night,
She's got a mental grip,
And yeah she's holding tight,
He'll look back one day,
To question his time,
The person he once was,
And the man that he became.

Yeah, I know that's life, and we all make mistakes,
But the big mistakes stick,
And that's who you became.
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A River Named Desire.
Can't get up, my head is on the pillow,
Comfy like the womb I'm warm,
Don't want to be born, onto the bedroom floor,
Didn't get in 'til four and I'm late for work again,
My boss is gonna stress, my head is feeling like a mess,
Cos Stella and me, had a private party,
And I know she's bad, I can't stay away,
She keeps me going until the night gets late,
I wake soon after with that morning taste.
I'm slow moving when I'm needing haste,
Feeling like death and looking no better,
My eyes sunken deep and I'm scared of the mirror,
Functions impaired, cos I wanna sleep,
I'll go home tonight, for history to repeat.
I'm a night owl, never early to sleep.

Alarm bell rings, it's morning again,
I gotta get up, repeat my routine,
Shower, shit, don't shave, my head's a daze,
I'm making excuses to reclaim my day,
My mind draws a blank, I've got myself to thank,
I arrive at work with no going back,
When all I need is genuine rest,
But I'm a grown man, I've no excuses,
I manage my day at minimum pace,
I'm slow moving when I'm needing haste,
Feeling like death and looking no better,
My eyes sunken deep and I'm scared of the mirror,
Functions impaired, cos I wanna sleep,
I'll go home tonight, for history to repeat.
I'm a night owl, never early to sleep.
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Rice.
We're living day to day,
I've got a roof above my head,
But, my stomach's not been fed,
But how can I complain?
Ignore the knocking on the door,
I can't open my post no more,
It's always bad news,
People wanting a piece of you,
But, they'll always write again.
They'll always write again.

I just want, to pay, my way. (x4)

(Brent's verse)
Down in a hole, there's little air,
I hear you calling, get out of my hair, please,
Which way to go, hell if I know,
It's me who's screaming, now, I don't care I don't know.

It's all my doing, but I can't help wanting,
I'm not a greedy kinda man,
But the change that's in my hand,
It's never lasting, and I work my 9 to 5,
I've tried escaping all the time,
But, false promises, they keep me bright.
False promises, they keep me bright.
They keep me bright.

I just want, to pay, my way.
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Hail In June.
I need this, like skyscraper's need height,
It's integral to them, like the lyrics I write.
I can't put to paper, to author a story,
When these words are written they're a piece of me.
It may be a viewpoint, of any situation,
But the source is real, the events have happened,
I talk about things that matter to me,
I can't write generic pop-lust story,
I'm concerned by, the way we are,
I'm concerned by, what we do,
I get angry at the way we're treated,
By the powers we pay and the power they abuse.

And I know, I share the blame,
Cos none of us, can't say the same,
But whatever happened, that's where we are,
How did it get to this, did we evolve too far?
Or not enough? Should we have the answers?
I'm angry that I, only have questions,
Frustrated by our lack of progress,
Industrial age, is so relentless.

And I can see the irony.
Of using my Mac to write this.
And I can see the irony.
Of using a mic to sing this.

This is real, what we've done to our home,
We've got flooding up North, when we thought there'd be sun,
Our seasons merged, we're seeing hail in June,
Our skies are grey, with poison we created,
And species die, because we never relented.
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Greed.
Life based around monetary gain,
We claim it doesn't matter,
But we're all the same,
Saturday shop, credit cards maxed out,
"I'm not into possessions"
I've been known to shout,
But I'm as bad as everyone,
A hypocrite, a fool,
Swayed by my must have,
"Fuck me, that's cool"
Fifteen new tracks on a shiny CD,
Packaging that kills,
"This is mine, it's gotta be"
Maybe is doesn't fit the national demographic,
But that doesn't make it easier to break my habit.
A rare vinyl, I won't see it again,
Pacino DVD, complete the collection,
Jeans that fit, just bas I want,
But the cost is more than the digitised count.

But I think of what we could do,
Yet we're judhed by what we own,
21st century, we're loving things,
Cooped up in our worlds,
And the comfort that brings,
Widescreen TV, mini-fridge of Bud,
A cocoon os cosmetics,
To make us feel good,
And still we want more to own,
A road to happiness, doesn't lead from the store,
And as we sink, into a material world,
It's not possessions I want, but I know I need more,
More for me, more for you,
More results from action we take,
I just wanna know,
If we put in the effort, do we see an improvement?
Or is everyone lazy, in contentment,
Only concerned with an immediate self,
"What I can do for me, my life, my wealth"

Out lives are taxed beyond comprehension,
Correctly used? I'd have no contention,
Underpaid essentials (with) no funds to work,
I've say for 12 hours, blood swelling my shirt,
I've reported the facts, my part of the bargain,
Had one result, cos that was on camera,
And talking of cameras, I'm gonna rise,
Another hit, on those that drive,
And if we're trying to make things safer,
Why do we bunch up when the brakes get pulled on?
And so we're back to monetary gain,
This time officials, fleecing everyday man, woman,
Anyone who'll make an effort to work for a living,
To make their world better, but if you can't be bothered,
Give up from the start, you'll get your housing paid,
And you won't have to work.
Not denying those that really need,
But are we a benefit state, lives ruled by greed?

And I'm coming across like I think I'm better,
That's not true, but I'm making an effort,
To disregard a culure of 'me',
To live a life not based on greed,
And I don't expect a single gift,
We all need a hand,
I'm grateful for this,
But for my goals, I'll do the work,
If I sit back I want no reward,
I can look at myself, I could do better,
But I've made a start,
We can do more together,
Than fill our lives with empty possessions,
And then cry about a lack of compassion.
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