Strike! (Mark Pistel Remix) (Feat. Xiu Xiu, Time & Yunoka Berry)

Emergency Hearts
Isolated images, depressed world and the dark horse of course
Causing environmental disaster
Soul time, Mark Stewart and scott crow
Our goal against the government oppression
The unfears the lesson
Those highly controlled face the confession
Uniformed ways, structured decisions
Terrible senseless
My paragraphs are they avengeance
Against dystopia laws
Causing miseries in the service
Leaving the world unbalanced and warped
Economy going through the crisis, cut short
Climate change has become stranger
It's like us coming through the war deserted

Strike, strike, strike, strike
Strike, strike, strike, strike
Strike, strike, strike, strike
Strike, strike, strike, strike

There's no such thing as a safe space
Existence is violence
Even trying is a fight to the death
Hiding is an impossibility
Really the reaper gonna come and collect anybody in the way
Feds might put a bullet in your face
Filiberto, Hampton, MLK
More you enlighten the more you frighten
Titans on the top will do anything in their power to keep you silent
Cackling megalomaniacs seeking accolades
In actuality power addicts full of rage
Adding another feather to their cap with
Everybody body bag that they stack
No cap
It's part of the trap
Try not to lose all of your light
Every bit of it that we shine into the devil's eyes
Is blinding
David against the Goliath
We might slip at times but the vice grip will never devour our minds

Strike, strike, strike, strike
Strike, strike, strike, strike
Strike, strike, strike, strike
Strike, strike, strike, strike

Feeling dispossessed, they got me working on the moon
We need a wildcat strike, it's time to scratch back soon
Keith is robot seven, I'm in a mech like Shinji
Chainsaw on my head like my name is Denji
Soles planting seeds and crows got the boomstick
I'm blasting all these fascists and I leave on my broomstick
I'm in that multiverse where that shoe hit Bush
The guide the petty, yes I wrote the book
Pattern recognition like the pen of William Gibson
Mona Lisa overdrive wormhole trippin
Fibonacci sequence the galaxy's a spiral
Buster sword like Cloud my fantasy's final
I need the down of a phoenix there's a crowd between us
Stop trying to gas me up like the clouds on Venus
I said where do we begin she said the start is the end
Always coming home imagination let me in

Strike, strike, strike, strike
Strike, strike, strike, strike
Strike, strike, strike, strike
Strike, strike, strike, strike

Hear ye, hear ye, listen when I speak
This a coup d'etat, I got diamonds on my feet
I bent my hands, blood on my hands
Riding through the city, four black trucks deep
I'm the shepherd and these are all my sheep
Like lamb to a slaughter, they gonna always follow me
I promise shelter, safety, and food
And these are all the things that I won't pull through
I divert, distract, and delight
And I can always promise that you'll have a good time
And we gonna throw a party on your tax dollar dime
Semi-automatic, set 'em up for the fall
Campaigns stake out like it's Stonewall
And I'm gonna attempt to filibuster on the dance floor
You should've been careful 'bout who you voted for
'Cause I'm a tyrant staying out past four

Strike, strike, strike, strike
Strike, strike, strike, strike
Strike, strike, strike, strike
Strike, strike, strike, strike