Yann
Burning Flag is back !!!!
Incredible album 🔥🔥🔥
Favorite track: Shrinking Violet.
1. |
Problem/Solution
04:08
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Destroying what they created
this oppressive state that we’re in
Here, capitalism rules
and power is abused, is abused.
Greed fuelled lies and corruption
environmental destruction
No wealth distribution; this system is polluted
The system is pollution, so what is the solution?
Cos we’re the fucking problem, cos we fucking allow them
It’s time for us to realise, where the problem and solution lies.
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Our Freedom is disappearing
The future, a draconian past
We have got to act now.
The Iron Fist is coming down.
They watch what we are watching
Tracking all our funds
Controlling Social Media
These walls have eyes and ears
Freedom of speech
The right to protest
(Is under threat)
Freedom of speech
The right to protest
(Is under threat)
Our Freedom is disappearing
The future, a draconian past
We have got to act now.
The Iron Fist is coming down.
The Iron Fist
The Iron Fist
The Iron Fist
The Iron Fist is coming down
Freedom of speech
The right to protest
(Is under threat)
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3. |
Off With Their Heads
02:46
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Protecting rapists, frauds and nonces
Nation run by Eton messes
Endless money, gold and diamonds
Food banks rising, poor kids dying
Riches earnt from colonising
Trading slaves and meals with Nazis
Incest, cheating, paying off women
Protect the crown, leave no witness
Tear up your flag and choke on it
(Tear up your flag and choke on it) x 2
Protecting rapists, frauds and nonces
Nation run by Eton messes
Endless money, gold and diamonds
Food banks rising, poor kids dying
Riches earnt from colonising
Trading slaves and meals with Nazis
Incest, cheating, paying off women
Protect the crown, leave no witness
Tear up your flag and choke on it
(Tear up your flag and choke on it) x 2
March to the drums of fusiliers
Putting up bunting with horse blinkers
Sweet old lady with her corgis
Leave the country to the tories
People of colour, not on our books
Diversity loophole, get the fucking hook
Troublesome women, ending up dead
Boys will be Boys, Off with their Heads
Protecting rapists, frauds and nonces
Nation run by Eton messes
Endless money, gold and diamonds
Food banks rising, poor kids dying
Tear up your flag and choke on it
(Tear up your flag and choke on it) x 2
Protecting rapists, frauds and nonces
Nation run by Eton messes
Endless money, gold and diamonds
Food banks rising, poor kids dying
Riches earnt from colonising
Trading slaves and meals with Nazis
Incest, cheating, paying off women
Protect the crown, leave no witness
Troublesome women, ending up dead
Boys will be Boys
Off with their Heads x 4
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4. |
Blackout
03:45
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Sold their souls to the oligarchies
Used as pawns in their pity parties
Holding mother natures fuel to ransom
By candlelight, they’ll eat rations
Turn blind eyes to a vicious regime
Bet our lives on global indices.
Like loan sharks clawing back a favour
Stem their funds, we’ll naively endeavour.
Dropping bombs with no empathy
Children torn from their families
Cults brainwashed by wealth draining horders
Without a soul, they shut down their borders
Blackout for their power
Blackout for their greed
Blackout for their wars
Blackout for the elite x 2
Sold their souls to the oligarchies
Used as pawns in their pity parties
Holding mother natures fuel to ransom
By candlelight, they’ll eat rations
Turning blind eyes to a vicious regime
Bet our lives on global indices.
Like loan sharks clawing back a favour
Stem their funds, we’ll naively endeavour.
Blackout for their power
Blackout for their greed
Blackout for their wars
Blackout for the elite x 2
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5. |
Shrinking Violet
05:59
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I spend each day in fear of the Hyde that resides within me.
I tremble as the rage that I felt, engulf my body.
The warm-hearted Jekyll, trapped in each shard of glass, lies on the kitchen floor, a vague reflection of the person I used to adore.
A shrinking violet self-isolated from ones that I hurt.
Cut off from the world, devoid of anger, nowhere that I can turn
Rage-filled and face contorted, I became those who abused me, poisoned with drug-fuelled hate, upper lip stained red, nose lining bloody, and septum inflamed.
With each conflict and debate, I lose my ability to think critically, and I scream incoherent sentences as my mammalian brain engages.
From the injustices of the world, I barricade myself away, riddled with shame, of my ignorance and cessation of giving voices to the unheard.
I spend each day in fear of the Hyde that resides within me.
I tremble as the rage that I felt, engulf my body.
The warm-hearted Jekyll, trapped in each shard of glass, lies on the kitchen floor, a vague reflection of the person I used to adore.
With each conflict and debate, I lose my ability to think critically, and I scream incoherent sentences as my mammalian brain engages.
From the injustices of the world, I barricade myself away, riddled with shame, of my ignorance and cessation of giving voices to the unheard.
With each conflict and debate, I lose my ability to think critically, and I scream incoherent sentences as my mammalian brain engages.
Through the torture and pain, I lie in wait for the day to come when I can face him again, to tame him with a compassionate tongue and ignite my once burning rage.
IGNITE MY BURNING RAGE
Through the torture and the pain
Barricade myself away.
With Each conflict and debate
Ignite my burning rage.
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6. |
Hecate
02:57
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Twisting and turning, that knife in my back
I bet you never thought that I’d claw back from the depths.
I’ll tell you now that your vitriol gave me more strength
That’s right. I’m back from the dead
Draining and sucking the life from my soul
I bet you never thought that I’d lose control like that.
I sat and watch while faux tears fell to my grave
I’m back, baby. feel my rage.
Nails red raw as I claw out of my grave, hell hath no fury, baby; feel my rage
Only way to survive
(in spite of you)
Only way I could thrive
(in spite of you)
X 2
Only way to survive
(in spite of you)
Only way I could thrive
(in spite of you)
X 2
Twisting and turning, that knife in my back
I bet you never thought that I’d claw back from the depths.
I’ll tell you now that your vitriol gave me more strength
That’s right. I’m back from the dead x 2
I’m back, motherfucker. Yeah, yeh I’m back from the dead x 8
Dead x 4
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7. |
Rotten to the Core
03:31
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System based on classism
(Ingrained hate for women)
Ignore complaints from thousands
(One rule for us, one rule for them)
Boy’s club spiked with racism
(Ingrained hate for women)
Flash their badge gives them a pass
(One rule for us, one rule for them)
Ain’t just one; it’s the whole fucking barrel.
Network rife with corruption
(Ingrained hate for women)
Power gained through brutality
(One rule for us, one rule for them)
Blue cult of masculinity
(Ingrained hate for women)
Turn a blind eye, complicity
(One rule for us, one rule for them)
Rotten, Rotten, Rotten to the core x 4
Ain’t just one; It’s the whole fucking barrel.
System based on classism
(Ingrained hate for women)
Ignore complaints from thousands
(One rule for us, one rule for them)
Boy’s club spiked with racism
(Ingrained hate for women)
Flashing their badge gives them a pass
(One rule for us, one rule for them)
Ain’t just one; It’s the whole fucking barrel.
Rotten, Rotten, Rotten to the core x 4
Ain’t just one; It’s the whole fucking barrel.
Ingrained hate for women: One rule for us, one rule for them.
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8. |
Pay Me
02:35
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You think you owe me, a commodity
Hands in your wallet and
Fucking Pay me
Arghhhh Fucking Pay Me
I’m just a sight, just a body
to objectify, I owe nobody
Arghhhh Fucking Pay Me
I don’t exist to fucking please you, my body is not yours to taste
Was not born just to please you, feed your urges
Pay.my.wage
The bar is high, don’t think I know that?
Don’t want my rage, but a romance
You think you owe me, a commodity
Hands in your wallet and
Fucking Pay me
You think you owe me, a commodity
Hands in your wallet and
Fucking Pay me
I don’t exist to fucking please you, my body is not yours to taste
Was not born just to please you, feed your urges
Pay.my.wage
You think you owe me, a commodity
Hands in your wallet and
Fucking Pay me
I don’t exist to fucking please you, my body is not yours to taste
Was not born just to please you, feed your urges
Pay.my.wage x 2
I don’t exist to fucking please you, my body is not yours to taste
Was not born just to please you, feed your urges
Pay.my.wage x 2
I don’t exist to fucking please you, my body is not yours to taste
Was not born just to tease you, feed your urges
Pay.my.wage x 2
Pay my fucking WAGE
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9. |
2024
10:51
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BURNING FLAG Halifax, UK
Spewed forth from the blackened mill towns of Northern England, Burning Flag are a venomous twisted sludge of scathing Punk
noise, 90s Hardcore and Industrial Riff.
Holly Searle / Vocals
Jonesy: Guitar / Backing Vocals
Mark Midgley: Bass
Matt Fortune: Drums / Backing Vocals
... more
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