Neocolonial Hand:
Lyrics by Martin Hovden
Marks on former colonies, left in our name
Still with cunning pens, giving them loans without shame, without shame
Disguised as trade, a conquering plan
And dressed as friends, we extend a hand, extend a hand
From their earth, we still extract
Their surplus we contract, in a one-sided pact
The cycle of take, their futures at stake
In our unchecked reigns, their spirits we break, for our sake
And if trade's charades no longer sway
We turn the board, change the play
Beyond the market's veiled sight
In shadows, we incite a fight
When subtlety fails, our darker strategy prevails
Warlords move at our command, chess pieces on their own land
In the shadows, we maneuver, as silent as a tumor
We orchestrate and we guide, with precision, we divide, we divide
Face the price of our deeds, as their hope recedes
In the grip of our needs, their autonomy concedes
It's not just about the spoil, but how we coil
In the web of loans, their autonomy falls
Through the World Bank's door, their futures we store
In the vault of the West, their riches we vest, forevermore
Exploitation's design is in most coffee that you grind
Not just in the jewels we take, but also in cocoa that you make
It's in every sip, every bite, hidden from our sight
The cost of our delight is moral blight, moral blight
High Rise Towers & Golden Showers:
Lyrics by Martin Hovden
Look around, see the bling,
While the poor man's bell don't ring
High-rise towers & golden showers
Glam and blizz, it never miss
In their bubble, yes they dismiss
Oh, the irony, don't you see? In the so-called land of the free
Some are shackled by poverty with no key and no plea
Sass in the groove, rhythm in the system's game
They say; Opportunity for all, but it's never the same
In this beat, it's a gamble, a roll of the dice
For some, it's a struggle; for others, just vice
Tailored suits & silenced mutes, in the elite's game of loot
While the grassroots, in worn-out boots, voice their truth, though still dispute
And in the dance of power, subtle and brute, the silent majority, yes, it stays en route
Their voices hushed, their pleas astute, yet in their struggle their resolve is resolute
Their resolve is resolute
And in a land where dreams were sold, tales of rags to riches are told
Now the streets they are lined with doubt, as the dream's worn inside out
Promised chances are faded fast, in a present just like the past
Where the climb's are steep, odds are vast, and the roles have long since been cast
In the grip of the grind, where the debts climb high and steep
Every paycheck's a lifeline, so fragile and weak
Bills stack like mountains, a stubborn rising tide
No safety in numbers, with nowhere to hide
Rent's due, lights flicker, in the dance of daily dread
No promise for tomorrow, no assurance, no stead
The specter of the layoff, a shadow ever near
In the cycle of survival, where hope it battles fear, oh where hope it battles fear
Sarcasm in my rhyme, because it's about time
To call out a system, in its so-called prime
And people on the map, time to wake up from the nap
We're stuck in inequality trap, so let's bridge the gap
And call out the system on its fucked… up… crap…
Corrupted
Lyrics by Martin Hovden
Now hit it
In marbled halls behind closed doors
A game of greed keeping scores
Handshakes silent on polished floors
Where some nods deceit implores
Fuck y'all for your greed
How many zero does one man need
It's a dance of suits in hushed tones
Building empires on broken bones
In their eyes the cold hard stones
Guarding thrones built on loans
Fuck y'all for your greed
I said fuck y'all for your greed
How many zero does one man need
Tear down their lies now make them pay
Tear down their lives now make them pay
So shit like this just doesn't stop
Should we get the guillotine and make those heads drop
Beneath the gloss the cracks run deep
Vaults of secrets they silently keep
Ledgers of lies in the quiet they reap
Harvest of shadows in the silence they keep
Fuck y'all for your greed
I said fuck y'all for your greed
How many zero does one man need
Tear down their lies now make them pay
Tear down their lives now make them pay
Now shit like this just doesn't stop
Bring out the guillotine and make those heads hop
Tear down their lies and make them pay
Tear down their lives and make them pay
Now fuck the elite and their games
When is enough enough maybe time to get rough
In the masquerade of the elite's ball
Behind their masks they captivate all
Network of nods a silent protocol
In the grandeur of their hall they orchestrate the sprawl
Fuck y'all for your greed
I said fuck y'all for your greed
How many zero does one man need
Tear down their lies now make them pay
Tear down their lives now make them pay
Crafting futures with strokes of ink
Subtlety in every link
A quiet conquest with pen as their tool
In a world where their cunning rule
Fuck y'all for your greed
I said fuck y'all for your greed
How many zero does one man need
Tear down their lies now make them pay
Tear down their lives now make them pay
Now shit like this just doesn't stop
Bring out the guillotine and make those heads hop
In their web the truth entwines
Crafting narratives line by line
Fortress not of stone but by design
Where accountability remains malign
So the only ones that can do anything about this is you
Because the dirty politicians won't do
Matchsticks
Lyrics - Lars Wassenaar & Martin Hovden
What a day to say goodbye
To all those pages in my mind
Is this all there's meant to be – a role not fit for me
What a way to lose control
I'll finally do what I am told
If this is how it's supposed to be – nobody lives for free
You'll get stuck in the darkness if you kill all the lights
You got the matchsticks but no fuse to ignite
In a room without objects, you are trying to hide
You can ask for forgiveness, but they won't answer twice
After night I glimpse the dawn
Reflecting on the time that's gone
Is this the path I blindly weave – a vow I can't retrieve
Dissolving hope, I once held dear
Trade my dreams away because of fear
Aspiration left upon the shelf - saying bye to my higher self
Caught in the crossfire of my own design
Chasing a life that were never to be mine
A tapestry of choices, woven tight with rue
I´ve held all the pieces but didn't find any glue
You'll get stuck in the darkness if you kill all the lights
You got the matchsticks but no fuse to ignite
In a room without objects, you are trying to hide
You can ask for forgiveness, but they won't answer twice
