Onyx Lyrics

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