Paroles officielles de la chanson «Assembly Line» : Cape Town Effects

Paroles officielles de la chanson "Assembly Line"

Assembly line
Ben Sharpa & Konfab
KONFAB
The fastest win doe like glass walls it's no competition
Fronters fall back the last shall be pole position
The slowest off the mark will often go the distance
And those that start the quickest are seldom the fittest
So can you spot the winner? this life is not for beginners
In the human race marathon it's the opposite living
Loser takes the cake lasting the longest before crossing the finish line sprinters breathing quickly breach the oxygen limit
And suffer the indignity of a hospital admission
Alone you go faster together we go farther control your ambition whether in god's heaven or governments judgment
Upheld punishment upheld justice the laws of religion
The finish line's death this thing is like sex for orgasm givers
Less is more or less more depends if you're offering or bidding and when the dreadful martyrdom has run its intercourse
We shuffle off this mortal coil must give us menopause innit?
At your initiation no overtaking don't break formation
Pace yourself it's a game of patience follow the rhythm
Most got it twisted like testicular torsion with scissors
Toeing the frontline's an effective form of resistance
Consider this then pawns in chess are just ducks cautiously sitting seems the option given is calling it quits
But the strongest persist with the tortoise's disposition
And stage the greatest escape from psychological prison
(chorus refrain)
Assembly, Line / Keep it, Movin Like Assembly, Line / 1­2, 1­2
Ben Sharpa
Robotic, Mechanic, Inanimate prosthetic limbs
Plotted with precision ­ Schematics of a Mental Prison
Run ‘tings like railways, can your plan ­ lay­away
Delay the salary pay day, maze rats – blind rage
Daily foggy haze of the mundane – A tread mill Computerized your life – stepped on and live in the egg shell ‘Do one thing and do it well’ they tell you – You’re dead still ­

Never saw the bread mill, even Lotto don’t get mills! Assembly lines are now, manufacturing workers
Stripped you of your passion early ­ groom them for service! The best resource for servitude – Human Earthlings! Sheeple listen: that’s the mutton grinder’s buzzing ­ Sheering your dreams, slaughtering beings by the dozens! Industrial Age enhanced triple­6 technology
Evolved trick­nology, microchips in your biology!
My punchlines – stop­start, bar codes and shopping carts Bought the whole store out with a work horse force of thoughts! ‘Round­the­clock working ya – circular time frames,
8 to 12 hour migraines ­ pink eye pains!
‘Think less; produce more, whore, like we trained you’
The day you hear them words, for sure they likely played you Commodore 64, X­Box or PS
You’re possibly locked up in a secular box – Jesus!