Arms Race - Gotta Get Out (2014)

Arms Race - Gotta Get Out Lyrics

1. Hang The Scum

what an outrage

the crime of our age

paedophile politicians

are running amok

hang, hang the scum

hang the fucking scum

born into privilege with a silver spoon

oxbridge boys club

for them there's no excuse

hang, hang the scum

hang the fucking scum

don't fucking matter

if it's left or right

these twisted nitty nonces

have fucked all of us

and they'll fuck our kids too

there will be no excuse

only justice, at the end of a noose

hang the scum

hang

2. Bastard

we don't communicate

we're tucked away in cyber shells

victims to an all consuming pixelated hell

passive spectators using language shortcuts

just one click away from a stab in the back

can't you see what it's doing to us

passive spectators

is this enough?

it's all implicit

we're all complicit

living a half life, living a half life

can't you see what  it's doing to us

passive spectators

is this enough?

you say this i say that

online war, it's tit for tat

who knows what, and what's he bought

the coldest fucking fight i've fought

one thing still rings true, you're just a bastard!

3. Kill the Bill

kill the bill

you don't protect you just oppress

you don't protect you fucking reject

tables gonna turn

we will have our way

youth of today gonna have their say

pig gonna squeal, pig gonna burn

you've had your chance, now it's our turn

you don't protect, you just oppress

you don't protect you fucking reject

now you will know what you've fucking done

4. Gotta Get Out

hate my job

hate my life

sick and tired

fucking bother and strife

got to break free got to get away

but they keep me coming back for my fucking pay

everyday's the fucking same

shit hits the fan

and i always get the blame

everyday i'm trying to break out

but all i can do is scream and shout

i'm waiting, i'm waiting, please, where do i get off?

when did life become so fucked

i've got to get out

i've got to get out

i've got to get out of here

never gonna get out, i'll never get out

no way out of here

hate my job

hate my life

sick and tired

fucking bother and strife

privileged problems of the first fucking world

same old stories you've already heard

it's tired, it's recycled, but it's fucking true

i hate my job through and through

5. On My Face

it's written on my face

that i don't belong in this fucking place

now i'm going mad

serving the rich and breaking my back

it's written on your face the sight of me leaves you with a sour taste

well you'd know cause you've fucking chewed me up and spate me out

it's one law for them and another for us

and there ain't a cunt on the streets that i can trust

gimme a people that can fucking feel

show me a city that's fucking real

6. Mongrel Crew

the three big l's are in control

from mersey shore to the uxbridge road

an ungovernable force that can't be stopped

here to take back what was robbed

shut your mouth do as you're told

mongrel crew are in control

been chained up for far too long

now we're out to cause trouble and do a little wrong

oi oi mongrel crew

we're mongrel army and we're coming for you

ain't got the numbers but we're doing it right

mongrel army and we're ready to fight

condescending words can't tear us down

cause you know tomorrow we will still be around

so take a look at yourself before you point the finger

we're exercising quality control that will make you fucking shiver

Arms Race - New Wave of British Hardcore (2016)

Arms Race - New Wave of British Hardcore Lyrics

1. NWOBHC

we might have no future

but don't be fooled by our size

across the atlantic

comes a rising tide

life in riot city

is so very fucking shitty

so it's time for some hardcore

from the british isles

nwobhc

it's the new wave

nwobhc

it's the new wave

all over europe and the usa

can't dictate what we do and say

but we've got our own sound and we like what we do

mongrel army, you know it's true

nwobhc

it's the new wave

nwobhc

it's the new wave

2. Terror State

state of alert

losing our minds

every side has got an axe to grind

feeling stressed

terror at the door

innocents line the floor

terror state, terror state, world of hate

extremists run rampage

it's world war 3

can't trust no one

invisible enemy

cameron and isis i hate you both

fucked from all sides

and that's the truth

look around feel the hate

blood oil and god got us all fucked

innocent people shit out of luck

scum on all sides seal our fate

living in a terror state

3. Slander and Abuse

printed in the papers

it's black on fucking white

two faced melt

make believe shite

same accusations

cast a thousand times before

passive aggressive bullshit

such a fucking bore

no i won't

apologise

provoking us

you want the rise

slander and abuse

for going against the grain

slander and abuse

it's driving me insane

slander and abuse

for your own fucking gain

slander and abuse

why am i the one to blame?

no i won't

apologise

provoking us

you want the rise

i'm sick of talk

and bullshit walks

and that's a fucking fact

can't issue a retraction

so the knife stays in our back

i'm sick of talk

and bullshit walks

and that's the fucking truth

write us off and spread your lies

cos it's all that you can do

4. Empty Creed

don't mean nothing

think in black and white

but you run scared

when it comes to the real fight

empty creed

a thriving mindless breed

i think i smell bullshit

fly your rag

stick to your side

but face to face

you run and fucking hide

where's the action?

because now is the time

hot air and bullshit

those are your crimes

empty creed

a thriving mindless breed

i think i smell bullshit

5. UK15

uk15, life's turned to shit

uk15, time to deal with it

uk15, fucked economy

uk15, it's left to you and me

no future, ain't got no future

no future, where's my future?

uk15

it's all gone wrong

stench of bullshit so very strong

the left and right

want us to fight

and i can't decide what's wrong or right

tories got us by the fucking balls

the left: no alternative at all

no trust left in the puppets of the elite

who spare no thought for the man on the street

cut our jobs, raise the tax

open the scars on our fathers' backs

this all sounds a little familiar

haven't we already been here?

6. Discontent

futile questions

why the fuck am i here?

feigned happiness

it just feels insincere

discontent

you say the world is my oyster

i call it a grave

my consciousness a prison

to which i am a slave

couldn't tell you who the fuck i am

all i know is i ain't a fan

7. Arms Race

bragging rights in our leader's plans

we will pay the cost

don't you understand?

tit for tat

now drop the bomb

absolute power

we will soon be gone

i see it coming and i can't pretend

world in collapse, fear the end

don't believe me well you fucking should

i'll see you at the end

run for cover it won't help

fight amongst each other until the end

a bleak vision of what's to come

now live in fear of the fucking bomb

arms race

8. Freak

can't understand how you do what you do

the pain that you put others through

a plague, a cancer on mankind

you fill me with disgust

i got violence on the mind

you're the one that's weak

a piece of shit a freak

hell holds a place for you

that much i know is true

boot to the head

you will meet your fate

as your heart stops beating

i will celebrate

string him up

hang him up

piece of shit let's fuck him up

gut the bastard watch him bleed

fear and pain for all his breed

no sympathy no respite

tear you apart with all my might

in the end it still rings true

you still deserve the fucking noose

you're the one that's fucking weak

a piece of shit a fucking freak

scream it until my face turns blue

no means no fuck you

9. Seems to Me

pulse is racing

there's sweat on my brow

keep on walking

i wonder how

pulse is racing

i'm sick to my gut

pace of the city

has got me fucked

it seems to me

the only way

i feel safe

standing on my own two feet

in this fucked up place

walk through the crowds

count the bodies like their sheep

high on stress

i cannot sleep

and now i've come to realise

that life is hard inside the m25

it seems to me that there ain't no way i can feel safe

on my two fucking feet in this fucked up place

10. We Hate You

see it every friday and saturday night

bloated and prepped

looking for a fight

if it's violence that you want

that's what you will fucking get

10 eye boots

back in your fucking head

we hate you

we hate your kind

we hate

so run and hide

sick to my stomach

with scum like you

misanthrope, through and through

a world overpopulated

a life that's overrated

we want nothing to do with you

disposable fashions, empty minds

a herd of clones out for the night

despise the fact that we share the same air

if you dropped dead now i wouldn't fucking care

11. No Sense

try too hard to get it right

but this ain't the real world

no fight or flight

faced with the reality

of what you fetishise

no doubt in my mind

you would be the first to die

just a fucking cliche

too weak to walk your own way

flipside don't look any better

a different coloured shirt

high  on the promise of fair weather

the myths, the pastiche that fuel your dreams

just an idealist's poison

so misguided it's obscene

enamoured with an image you will never achieve

parrot propaganda it's what you believe

no originality it's a mind that you lack

subculture rules logic so just consume and react

ain't got no sense

ain't got no sense no

12. Potere Nelle Strade

(Nabat cover)

Arms Race - The Beast (2018)

Arms Race - The Beast Lyrics

1. Zealot

do we deserve the persecution?

subjected to an inquisition

you choose to live by your own standards

but now you buy your own propaganda

what the fuck's it to you?

the empty vessel sounds the loudest

and time mellows even the proudest

the soapbox... the tightest of ropes

there are no heretics only zealots who choke

no man is an island

keep this fact in mind

the ill you put out in this world

will come back in kind

2. 24 Hours

ruled and enslaved by anxiety

body follows mind, dwell on insecurity

pace the room turn the lights on and off

who knew my sanity would be such a loss

24 hours to lose control

24 hours seem to take their toll

pull at my hair, abuse my mind too

self fulfilling prophecy my worst fears come true

claw at the pillow - a white knuckle grip

who knew depression would be such a trip?

i'm starting to see foes

where i once saw friends

i'm a slave to anxiety

and i don't know what's real or pretend

3. The Beast

i want a life of freedom cos freedom is my right

don't want no surveillance or religious blight

but now we've got the bobbies out on the street

i stare them in the face and our eyes they don't meet

the beast is closing in

the beast he wants to kill

the beast is closing in

he's gonna kill he's gonna kill

they let off bombs cos they hate our way of life

so the powers that be squeeze us ever so tight

invade our privacy for our protection

"get ready lads this is a police inspection"

the beast...the beast

4. Distort Brittania

manipulate for their ends

distort the truth it's all pretend

empty, all so empty

deceive with what they write

won't gain no insight

bias, i sense their bias

why would i try today?

ain't gonna try today

they'll get the final say anyway

try and gain some clarity

and then it dawns on me

bullshit, it's all bullshit

eyes open ears to ground

and then you might hear the sound

of deceit, hear the deceit

who said i fucking should?

won't do no fucking good

they've got it rigged anyway

they utilise every last tragedy

i've got no place in this sham demmocracy

media sensation, sensation

all provocation

distort brittania

media sensation

a sensation

distort

they'll dictate who we elect

they control it all, what did you expect?