Lyrics
…And We Supply The Ammo
My skin crawls, my mind itches, I’m constantly distracted.
I can’t think, I can’t focus, whilst the truth is being redacted.
I’m a racist, a bigot, I’m anti-Semitic, if I dare to speak this out loud.
I could even risk being imprisoned if I’m seen to support the wrong crowd.
It’s not anti-semitic if you’re telling the truth,
It’s not anti-semitic if you’re telling the truth.
The news and politicians keep denying it’s wrong,
And we supply the ammo.
The history books will teach us all a different song,
‘Cause we supplied the ammo.
What Hamas did when they attacked Israel, no one can deny it.
Twelve hundred innocent lives were ended, Israel had the right to reply to it.
But since then the retaliation has become genocide,
Whilst world leaders look the other way it’s up to us to turn the tide.
Don’t tell me I’m racist just because I won’t lie,
Don’t tell me I’m racist just because I won’t lie.
The news and politicians keep denying it’s wrong,
And we supply the ammo.
The history books will teach us all a different song,
‘Cause we supplied the ammo.
When children’s heads are rolling all over the floor,
When hospitals are targeted by rockets and more.
When starving people lured out with the promise of aid
Are met with flying bullets like it’s all just a game.
When the media keeps telling us that none of it’s real,
That it’s all just fake news and we’ve made a big deal,
Will you use your own eyes, will you trust what you know?
‘Cause we all need to show them that they reap what they sow.
The news and politicians keep denying it’s wrong,
And we supply the ammo.
The history books will teach us all a different song,
‘Cause we supplied the ammo.
The news and politicians keep denying it’s wrong,
And we supply the ammo.
The history books will teach us all a different song,
‘Cause we supplied the ammo.
If we don’t stand up we are to blame,
If we don’t stand up we are to blame,
So raise your voice and process the shame,
‘Cause if we don’t stand up we are to blame.
If we don’t stand up we are to blame,
If we don’t stand up we are to blame,
So raise your voice and process the shame,
‘Cause if we don’t stand up we are to
Blame.
If we don’t stand up we are to blame
‘Cause we supplied the ammo.
If we don’t stand up we are to blame
‘Cause we supplied the ammo.
If we don’t stand up we are to blame
‘Cause we supplied the ammo.
If we don’t stand up we are to blame
‘Cause we supplied the ammo.
Can You Spot-If-I Value My Soul?
I put my music out into the world,
Onto a platform I thought I could trust.
Every stream, a little piece of me
Feeding what I can’t condone.
Daniel Ek sits counting billions,
Funding wars with money made from
My songs, my heart, going into
A machine that bankrolls destruction.
And now the AI songs are taking over,
Shiny, perfect, soulless.
I thought this was about connection,
About sharing with people who care.
Connection has a price,
And I refuse to pay with my conscience.
I can’t be a part of this.
I can’t watch my art line someone
Else’s pockets, while people
Suffer far away, unseen, unheard.
While we who bleed onto our tracks
Are drowned out by the noise of explosions.
I take my songs back.
I take them out of your machine.
I won’t fund violence,
My soul is worth much more than this.
I take my soul back.
I take my soul back.
I used to believe that music could do anything,
That it could heal, could connect, could matter.
I still do, and I refuse to let it be
Part of your plans for a New World Order.
Algorithms push the perfect fake,
The artificial, the shiny, the cheap.
Real people, real music,
Lost in your pursuit of efficiency.
I don’t know if anyone will notice,
Or will care, but I do.
I take my songs back.
I take them out of your machine.
I won’t fund violence,
My soul is worth much more than this.
Can you spot if I look serious?
Can you spot if I value my soul?
Can you spot if I’m coming for you?
Can you spot if I’m not alone?
I take my songs back
I take them out of your machine.
I won’t fund violence,
My soul is worth much more than this.
I take my soul back.
I take my soul back.
Because some lines can’t be crossed,
Some complicity can’t be forgiven.
Four Years In Hell
I hate your fucking guts
For what you’ve fucking done to me, and done to her.
I’ll never forgive and I’ll never forget,
And there’s one thing I promise is this: I’m coming for you.
This room smells of fear and despair,
Of people broken by a broken system.
But even stronger is the smell of death
From those who took their own lives after this.
To my left all I hear is lies and deceit,
From those paid to destroy the innocent.
Their place in hell is already reserved,
And I would happily burn too if I get to hear their screams.
I hate your fucking guts
For what you’ve fucking done to me, and done to her.
I’ll never forgive and I’ll never forget,
And there’s one thing I promise is this: I’m coming for you.
The “Messenger of Destruction” sits in his high chair,
Throwing his toys at any sign of dissent.
He ignores the advice of impartial experts
Because it doesn’t fit in with what he wants to believe.
You know I don’t respect you and you can’t stand it,
But why the fuck would I?
You’re meant to protect the innocent and judge the guilty,
And yet here you are doing the complete opposite.
I hate your fucking guts
For what you’ve fucking done to me, and done to her.
I’ll never forgive and I’ll never forget,
And there’s one thing I promise is this: I’m coming for you.
I will not show fear or despair,
From me you will only see
Resentment, disgust, hatred
I will stand and fight til my last breath.
With every fibre of my being I hate you.
For what you have done to my daughter I curse you.
And if karma doesn’t come for you then I will.
For four fucking years you have gone out of your way
To put all the blame on me and my child.
Whilst the narcissist, with reams of evidence against her,
Gets to sit there and watch, whilst playing the victim.
None of this is her fault, we conspired against her,
She cries in the court for all to see.
Yet away from this room she’s living her best life,
With more holidays in 2 years than I have ever had.
She turned my daughter’s whole family against her,
Took away her friends by poisoning their mothers.
And yet I am the one accused of alienating her,
And the corrupt Judge is lapping up every word of it.
I hate your fucking guts
For what you’ve fucking done to me, and done to her.
I’ll never forgive and I’ll never forget,
And there’s one thing I promise is this:
I hate your fucking guts
For what you’ve fucking done to me, and done to her.
I’ll never forgive and I’ll never forget,
And there’s one thing I promise is this: I’m coming for you.
Lay This Hate To Rest
This knife weighs heavy on my mind,
No other purpose I can find,
Revenge is all that I can think of.
Was long ago, I still can't sleep,
Psychologically the wound is deep,
Revenge is all that I can think of.
Just give me one good reason why
I shouldn't leave you here to die?
Feelings this strong I can't smother,
I can't think of any other
Way to lay this hate to rest.
As I'm lying in my bed
Thoughts of hate still fill my head,
Revenge is all that I can think of.
This thing will never be over
Until you are six foot under,
Revenge is all that I can think of.
Just give me one good reason why
I shouldn't leave you here to die?
Feelings this strong I can't smother,
I can't think of any other
Way to lay this hate to rest.
I lie awake at night and think,
It's driving me to the brink,
Revenge is all that I can think of.
And if you're listening you'll know
There's no way I can let this go,
Revenge is all that I can think of.
Just give me one good reason why
I shouldn't leave you here to die?
Feelings this strong I can't smother,
I can't think of any other
Way to lay this hate to rest.
I can't think of anything else other than revenge.
Just give me one good reason why
I shouldn't leave you here to die?
Feelings this strong I can't smother,
I can't think of any other
Way to lay this hate to rest.
The End of Your Lifestory
This world is going to hell,
I don't care what they do, I don't care what they say.
Everyone's out for themselves,
The ending is nigh coz there's no other way.
Everything burn to the ground,
The fires will rid us of all the hatred.
Man is it's own enemy,
And so for it's sins they'll all soon be bled.
As I watch from high up above,
The scorching, the screaming, I can't get enough.
This hate consumes my innocence,
The fires that burn with rage.
This is the end of your lifestory,
So watch as I slowly turn the last page.
The shadow is falling,
The coat-tails of Death to usher in all the pain.
Man's greed is it's poison,
Too stuffed through it's gluttony to notice the stain.
The signs are so obvious,
But Man is too blind to see things are not fine.
I see the signs now,
And my goal is to make sure their fate is not mine.
As I watch from high up above,
The scorching, the screaming, I can't get enough.
This hate consumes my innocence,
The fires that burn with rage.
This is the end of your lifestory,
So watch as I slowly turn the last page.
The ending is nigh, there's no other way,
Nothing you do and nothing you say
Can pay the price of your decadent ways,
You're living in fear as you're counting the days.
The ending is nigh and there's no other way,
The ending is nigh and there's no other way.
The ending is nigh and there's no other way.
The ending is nigh and there's no other way.
This hate consumes my innocence,
The fires that burn with rage.
This is the end of your lifestory,
So watch as I slowly turn the last page.
The Fine Line Between Love and Hate
Should I say sorry?
Should I get down on my knees and beg you for forgiveness?
Should I say sorry?
I'm sorry but I just don't give a shit.
They say you're no-one until someone hates you
So thank you for making me someone.
Your hate and your lies help sustain me
And give me a reason to sing.
For someone to feel this much hate towards me
I must be doing something right.
So keep bringing it on, please come bring it on,
I love that you hate me this way.
Should I say sorry?
Should I get down on my knees and beg you for forgiveness?
Should I say sorry?
I'm sorry but I just don't give a shit.
I actually find it quite funny
That your feelings for me are so strong.
There's a very fine line between love and hate
Are you sure you know which side you're on?
Should I say sorry?
Should I get down on my knees and beg you for forgiveness?
Should I say sorry?
I'm sorry but I just don't give a shit.
You say that i did you wrong, I made it this way.
I say I treated you how you deserved to be treated.
I don't do anything without a reason to do it.
And you did this.
Please tell me why do you hate me?
What exactly was it I did?
Look in the mirror and see your own lies
For your own misgivings I'm your excuse.
Should I say sorry?
Should I get down on my knees and beg you for forgiveness?
Should I say sorry?
I'm sorry but I just don't give a shit.
They say you're no-one until someone hates you
So thank you for making me someone.