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Natural Causes

by Mortal Ground

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1.
"Little Deaths" It's a sick society ruled by hypocrites The death of one is a tragedy, millions is just a statistic Keep it beneath the floorboards Keep it between the walls And so it goes... No one really gives a fuck Maybe this world is someone else's hell We don't care, as long as it's someone else A hundred, a thousand a million It doesn't even matter Little lives, little deaths One day we'll be the only ones left Until then everyone will suffer A brutal indifference And the purest evils are assumed, never expressed So the sores of the people are never seen, never addressed Keep it beneath the floorboards Keep it between the walls And so it goes... No one really gives a fuck Maybe this world is someone else's hell We don't care, as long as it's someone else A hundred, a thousand a million It doesn't even matter Little lives, little deaths One day we'll be the only ones left Until then everyone will suffer A brutal indifference It's not happening here so it's not happening anywhere And it's not one of us so we don't fucking care It's not happening here so it's not happening anywhere And it's not you so you don't fucking care Land of the free home of the mass graves Liberty or 3/5ths for each slave Legalized, how many still in prison? You're for life, seem to love dead women The real horror, never seen The first 9/11 in '73 Saw a sign on a gala dress Missed a disappearing Bangladesh Half a million kids, how did they deserve it? They dismissively said it was worth it
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When 03:11 video
"When" In the largest open air prison in the world Gaza Palestine, there’s a little girl Her name is Nadeen, she’s only 10 And she lives in the rubble like her family and friends “We're just dying.” she said, airstrikes on civilians In her densely populated home of 2 million No clean water, food, electricity or medication Under the iron fist of an illegal occupation Conditions most don't even want to believe It keeps getting worse, they can never leave And what did they do wrong? What crime did they commit? This brutal apartheid, they were born into it But that’s all complicated, that’s what we were taught I submit to you my friend, no the fuck it’s not What’s so complicated about dropping bombing little kids? And watching white phosphorus liquify their skin? Taking out hospitals, houses refugee camps, schools & shelters, whatever bombs could reach Shireen Abu Akleh, the USS Liberty, Rachel Corrie, shooting 4 kids for playing ball on the beach Now 5 million refugees no one will let in A stack of condemnations from the UN And every international humanitarian NGO But it still continues because of the US veto For 50 some years a just resolution denied The whole world votes in favor, the US on the other side While we fund the occupation 4 billion a year But the truth is, that most of it has to be spent here On weapons, that’s what’s really going on A military base, a live arms show, a grift A con, it's intertwined with our prison complex They train our shitbag cops, and it’s all blank checks Lining a regional nuclear superpower’s pockets That equates one-ton bombs with bottle rockets Her name is Nadeen, she’s only 10 Ask yourself, if not now, then when?
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"Burn This Motherfucker To The Ground" Start the fire Corruption breeds the scarred hands stacking up the pyre No mercy exists in their minds now Only fire Burn this motherfucker to the ground and nothing will be lost Robbed of the language to articulate the war The proletariat now speaks, but without words Burn this motherfucker to the ground and nothing will be lost Burn it

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released October 14, 2022

Engineered, Mixed, Mastered by Len Carmichael,
Landmine Studios, New Jersey USA

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