Om Unit, Jehst - The War lyrics

There's a war going on inside (Yo)
There's a war going on inside
No man is safe from you can run
But, you can't hide from yourself
Your life is for sale
Your soul's on the shelf
See a ghost in the mirror
But don't cry for help another robot
Fresh off the conveyor belt
Sniff this, smoke that
Kill off all your braincells
Pimp your girl, pimp your world
Tell em sex sells
In this Petri dish We treading on eggshells
While they play god with your stem cells
I can tell the future
And this isn't gonna end well
Troops on manoeuvrer
They still looking for the oil well
Blair making money post-office
Like the Royal Mail alarm bells ringing

Tip the scale
Before the Devil take us all to Hell
All hail the high exalted alpha male
But the silent runner's hot
On Mother Nature's trail "I love it
I love it i love it
I love it

I love it i love it
I love it i love it"

There's a war going on inside
No man is safe from you can run
But, you can't hide from the truth
Your life is a raffle i present the news
Switch the channel or stay tuned
You choose one false move
Move the goalposts you lose
You're a faulty robot with some loose screws
And a short fuse and it's evident
That you lack the evidence
To support your views form an orderly queue
Let em herd the sheeple
No respect for the sky above you
Or Earth beneath you hollow sentiments
Transparent your words are see-through!
No love when these back stabbers
Are so deceitful
But, I keep my energy positive
Cause life hangs in the balance
Of this dynamic opposites humanoid robotics
In this modern metropolis
The battle to control
The consciousness of the populous!

"The riches that we produce
Are ephemeral and as
The result of that we are frustrated
And terribly frustrated we feel
That the only thing
Is to go on getting more and
More and as a result of that the whole
Landscape begins to look like the nursery
Of a spoiled child who's got too many
Toys and is bored with them
And throws them away as fast as he gets them

Also we are dedicated to a tremendous
War on the basic material dimensions
Of time and space we want
To obliterate their limitations we
Want to get everything done as fast
As possible we want to
Convert the rhythms and the skills
Of work into cash

And then rush home to get away from work
And begin the real business of life
To enjoy ourselves to be the real point of
Life, what you rush home to
Get to, is to watch, an
Electronic reproduction of life you can't
Touch it, it doesn't smell
And it has no taste

You might think that people
Getting home to the
Real point of life in a robust
Material culture would go home to a colossal
Banquet, or an orgy of love making
Or a riot of music and dancing
But nothing of the kind

It turns out to be this purely passive
Contemplation of a twittering screen as
You walk through suburban areas at night
It doesn't matter what part
Of the community it is
You see mile after mile of darkened houses
With that little electronic screen flickering
In the room everybody isolated
Watching this thing and thus in no real
Communion with each other at all

The spectacles one sees on
This television it's
Perfectly proper to exhibit people slugging
And slaying each other but oh dear
No, not people loving each other
Except in a rather restrained way

One can only draw the conclusion that the
Assumption underlying this is
That expressions
Of physical love are far more dangerous
Than expressions of physical hatred

And it seems to me that a culture
That has that sort of assumption is
Basically crazy and devoted -
Unintentionally indeed but
Nevertheless in-fact devoted not to survival
But to the actual destruction of life"