Onyx
Back in the shadow of the 09
With the triple three
Man and machine - a time its been
Born of the battered and bruised
It's the used and the broken
The tokens and black sheep
The addicts and crack fiends
The racists and labels
Categories of fables
That fiction and tail
Bread with the mail
The judge is a sadist
This place is made with walls to erase us
Its the fall of Rome that endowed the code of resistance
To blister and bleed
Trickle and treacle
Free the people
Shout out to the 50 off the papers,
They don't want us with the cash
Cuz they say its contagious,
Rally for the war of the ages
Band together overthrow
The horde of complacent Psychopathic contagion agents
Infiltrating our stations of mind control propagation,
The relation-ship of sales sailing
Through the prevailing
That currency, come and see
Swifting through the instance
Of convicts and drifters
That history sweeps and weeps
To the plays they keep
The gate they seat
The vip
Mystery of the sticky
That be dedicated to to the North
And the Grahamtown - Onerahi found
It's the Hātea sound
Haunting Hoteo
Of the pa that flew into nothing new
A soldiers brew,
Of the gum-digger done chewed
And spat into the faces of the working class
Stoic and heroic
Onward marching
We know it.
Yeah, born in the North and we know it
Yeah, born in the North and we know it
Yeah, born in the North and we know it
Market - personal - freedom
Even the music i make is under trigger its treason
They fuckin with seasons
Bilderberg a secret build a burger
Murder herder human truman
Marchin strong
They tune it
Against the grain
Or fortune and fame?
Head in the gain
Levitate from the pain
Pick a lane
And break the chain
Wake the sane
On the plane of existence
Pack another cone
See the throne of resistance
Blister
Bleed
Between
The fear
The free
Reconnect with the roots of the tree
That pined your path to glory
Awaken your life
To fight or flight
And end the blight
Reignite the bright light of heights
In the haunting path of history
The mystery of future proves the past
At last we have a chance
To cast a spell of magic,
Revert the witches' switches
Tragic
Rest in peace
To the heads of old
From dirt to gold
Speak up little man
Its time to roll