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Hide Your Children
03:20
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Doesn’t believe in a god, but finds himself always knelt
Wants to believe in this world, but has no faith in himself
His wealth of knowledge is slim; His pockets even more thin
And when his heart opens up, he finds his muscles gone limp
Futility fills his lungs. Morality of mortality, where his pride is hung
He lives among us, goes unsung while making fun of everyone
Sprung forth undoes what’s done by none
While gums find cheek buried with tongue
Save us, Save us, Save us
Why won’t this beast leave us alone?
His talent seems valiant, but challenge our gallant built palace
So malice unbalanced will silence this callous abhorrence
To save us heinous old credence to keep us on the throne
Save us, Save us, Save us
Why this beast just up and go?
From where he came, no one can say
Who can we blame? To make them pay
The skies go grey, foundations shake
As he does bray his wretched name
Now let your inner beast call
Gonna challenge your hopes, gonna challenge your dreams
Gonna leverage these words, crowbar you open
Cold hearted, uncharted, restarted, self pardoned, retarded
You don’t have to be so guarded
Cause every little thing I’m gonna say is self doubted
But if you sittin’, feelin’ like you’re bombarded
Stay ign’ant and disregard it
Get pregnant and pass the buck
Is it out of love the world we hand ‘em’s fucked?
Is it ‘cause we desperate money’s dick gets sucked?
Is it ‘cause we pussies all our balls are tucked?
Well, let me tell you why our balls are tucked.
Big business turned us into robots.
Big media got us hard up for smut.
Big Pharma says refill up..
We ask: Is it just the drugs? Is it just our youth?
Are we just lazy? What the fuck’s the truth?
What the fuck’s the use? Is this too obtuse?
Is this reasoning just one big excuse?
Fuck that. I say Let’s untuck our balls
I say Let’s get George’s big dick out our jaws
Our cause is not a clause; applause will have to pause
Redraw our moral laws and let your inner beast call
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Hey! Hey!
Everybody’s coming, Everybody’s coming
Everybody’s coming, Everybody’s coming
Everybody’s here to play
Everybody’s running, Everybody’s racing
Everybody’s chasing; grabbing for tomorrow
While it’s still only today
Everybody’s slipping, Everybody’s twisting
Everybody’s changing, Everybody’s slunking
Hoping to keep up the pace
We machine the machines to machine machining time to keep up with all the machines
Make machines, make babies, make disease, make money, make believe, make us see, make us…
Make Haste!
Hey!
No rest for the lonely, the weary are working too hard
Got to change, got to try and be ready for more, more, more…
We
Create
Our creations
To create
Make Haste!
Hey!
How long is this going to last? I can’t always go this fast.
PAUSE TO QUESTION WASTES YOUR TIME. EVEN JUST ONCE YOU’LL FALL BEHIND
I want to enjoy what I’ve learned
ONCE OBSOLETE THERE’S NO RETURN
I guess there’s not much time to waste!
THAT’S RIGHT NOW MOVE YOUR ASS AND-
MAKE HASTE!
HEY!
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We made the knives that took our lives
We made the guns that killed our sons
We start the wars to sell some more
We fight the hate that we create
We're the disease spread overseas
We're the ideal without appeal
We're the corrupt while we instruct
We are the damned while we command
Decreed
Received
Believed
Deceived
All the shit that we've done
All the lies that we've spun
All the lives that have succumb
All so we can have our fun
We destroy!
Everything we love, everything we hate
Everything we dismantle so we can taste
Everything we want, everything we need
Everything that can we will make fucking bleed
Douse the fires with gasoline
Watch the pyres that now careen
Trounce desire we find obscene
Rage, entire, no ends to means
Fuck their morals, fuck their laws
Fuck their quarrels with our faults
Fuck for pleasure, fuck for wads of fucking cash cause we are gods
Decreed
Received
Believed
Deceived
All the shit that we've done
All the lives that we spun
All the lies that have succumb
All so we can have our fun
We destroy!
Everything we love, everything we hate
Everything we dismantle so we can taste
Everything we want, everything we need
Everything that can we will make fucking bleed
We destroy!
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4. |
Grind (Money Crotch)
04:58
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What we make
Is who we are
Who we are
Is what we make
So add it up
Find out who you are
Sick
You’re sick
Like the disease you are
You’re sick
Justify your hoarding
Justify your illness
Justify your madness
Justify you’re
Oh my god I’m so hot
Look at me I believe I deserve everything that I got
And no one can say I’m not
We’re the greatest most famous charadists,
You hate us, yet praise us, parade us,
Encase us in papers, and make us your basis
Of baseless and brainlessness stasis.
Salaciously painless, forgave us our
Wasteness, such graciously, patient, aimless, patrons
Abandon freedom for lust
Abandon coming, invoking and hoping justice is just
Abandon creating trust
The air we’re breathing is thick
Polluted foundries, looted counties given litters to pick
We’re even afraid to quip
You’re fucking
Sick
You’re
Sick of helping the rest
Sick of helping, developing the yelping patrons we’ve pressed
Sick of all their requests
Shamelessly hating, degrading, the fading and aching forsaken
Persuading the taken to waiting for shavings
Mistakenly taking the scrappings as aidings while shaking down,
Breaking down, taking down their vacant, ancient, moral havens
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5. |
Joe Candidate
03:10
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Sometimes it feels like this is pivotal
Like life ain't trivial
Like I'm fighting for a cause and all political
Yet we're individual in this age of digital
Lost faith we're indivisible
Forefather-ed thoughts forgettable
In other countries people die from things formidable
Our simple deaths are oh so livable
Yet our love for being martyred unconditional
I wonder if we're even diacritical
If principles are transmittable
Our solutions always seem medicinal
Subliminal war criminals
Irresistible imbeciles
The unsinkable pitiful
A fictional pinnacle
Our biblical citadel has left us immiscible
Unconditional, unforgivable
Unequivocal, unpredictable
Inexplicably cynical
Down
With
Us
Jesus runnin', second coming
Baggers dug in, Elmer Fuddin'
Crushing hope while hopes becoming
Nothing but a ton of nothing
Begun lovin' shunnin' loved ones
Just to show them won't be out done
Being filthy rich is a crime
Where in which they say we can climb
By bewitching us with sublime
While they turn our dollars to dimes
Designed lines constrict
Defined minds convict
The blind are inclined to restrict
Our eyes with addiction
Strip maligned pricks, ornate kind
and bind their lives to the crypt
Why can't we all get along?
Why must the weak cower to strong?
Why can't we admit we're wrong?
Why can't I just hit this bong?
Stay calm, we're good
just mis un der stood
be fair, we're just
products of lust, but
Down
With
Us
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6. |
Cancer
03:59
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I wanna tell you, wanna show, wanna let you know
About this great new doctrine, makes you feel good head to toe
You'll wanna eat it up, you'll wanna bowl and spoon, you'll wanna yum yum
Yum yum yum, you cleaned your plate let's have some fun
There's nothing left for my brothers
You'll have to kill all the others
My face will go undiscovered
All you have to do
Shave your head now
Shave your head
I have no clue, I'm such a fool, I'm not quite sure just what to do
I need a motto, -ism, mantra, oh here's something new
It's digging deeper to my core, it touched my pussy I'm a whore
But if it's good that does the raping only more good's born
There's nothing left for my brothers
You'll have to kill all the others
My face will go undiscovered
All you have to do
Shave your head now
Shave your head
I'm so immoral
I've been cruel
I feel so lonely
Did I just drool
I can't believe it's all I've been
We may as well give in
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7. |
Make It Sew
03:32
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Belief is what you see
Design yourself accordingly
Belief is all you need
As long as you configure yourself externally
Just stitch and sew till they are sold
My body show I'm so beautiful
Push the envelope, push so I can cope
Will this change my soul
push till we make it sew
Gonna get myself a nice taut complexion
Perhaps due to injection
Do what you gotta do
'Cause what are we if we're not at our best
Ignored and lonely, never mind the rest
And don't we all want success in excess
Do what you gotta do
Just stitch and sew till they are sold
My body show I'm so beautiful
Push the envelope, push so I can cope
Will this change my soul
push till we make it sew
Make it so you're just like all the ones you believe
Make it so you're just like all the ones who deceive
Make it so you're just like all the things you believe
Make it sew, make it sew, make it sew
You can never be wrong
If it's all a lie
You can never belong as long as you're always in disguise
Just stitch and sew
I'm so beautiful
Push the envelope, push so I can cope
push so we
Make it sew
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There's a party in my brain
and I think I'm gonna party
There's a party in my watch
and it's always time to party
There's a party in this get up
and I'm dressed up in this party
There's a party on this platter
and I'm serving up this here party
There is a party in this bottle
doctor's orders are to party
There's a party in this stick shift
driving drunk here in this party
There's a party in this image
and it looks like it's a party
There's a party in these condoms
and I'm gonna fucking party
Party now
It's your job
It's your job
to party now
There's a party on my arm
but she's really just a trophy
She thinks that we're in love
but she don't really even know me
She's got her hand inside my wallet
Mine is creeping up her leg
towards her zipper
You know she fucking pappi good
and what she take out my back pocket's
what I tip her
There's a party at my side
but he's really just a bank roll
He thinks that we're in love
but anything can be bought and sold
Truth be told he ain't so hot
and he don't really even deserve me
But I think he got the means
to keep this party going
Party now
It's your job
It's your job
to party now
We have to find a party
In this world we call a party
We have to party party
In this party we call party
We party party party
In this party party party
Party party party party (etc.)
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9. |
The Proper Way To Fail
04:23
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That bitch, the world, she says I’m useless
Spent my life tryin’ a seize her, they call me Brutus
A nuisance. Annoyed my head’s inside your nooses
Gone toothless, they acid in my mucus
It takes me time to find my patience. I’m anxious
Everyone out there lacking frankness, they thankless
Until they preying on me like I was the Sanctus
Let me confess this world is headed for damnation
While money fucking power, we hold our dicks in anticipation
Deflation. Castration. Sudden prostration
as if our asses beggin for insemination
Wake up
Take up the fight and how the fuck to shake up
A system who’s only words see to be to pay up
I’m fed up
This shit’s a mother fucking set up
This is not a game
We are all to blame
Profits for your name
Reclaim
Your honor
That bitch, the world, she’s trying to puke us
The stomach cancer that we are has grown due to hubris
We’re fruitless
Our tree of knowledge bares no wisdom cause its trunk is rootless
Wake up every morning tired
Acquired the desire for a life that’s uninspired
So that thought goes unrequired. Now stupidity’s what’s admired
Fine with everything that’s transpired. Brain retired till you’ve expired
What we doin? What we’ve done?
If life’s a barrel full of laughter then I’ll be the joker to put my head against the gun
And spray the walls with fun so everyone can come, among brains flung,
To make fun of the thoughtful art that I’ve become
I’m sick of everybody bitching
Shoveling hard unaware the grave’s the ditch your digging
Unflinching
Enriching maggots ‘bove our reaching
This is not a game
We are all to blame
Profits for your name
Reclaim
Your honor
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10. |
Add Her All
03:05
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Do drugs, get fucked, it’s great
Do drugs, inebriate
Do drugs, to celebrate
Do drugs, myself I hate
Get fucked, it’s great, do drugs
Get fucked, you push, I’ll shove
Get fucked, I mean make love
Get fucked, it’s good sort of
It’s great, do drugs, get fucked
It’s great, you’ll self destruct
It’s great, you’re so star struck
Well, you’re in luck
Cocaine
You slave
I’m better, stronger, faster
God my dick is oh so harder
I wanna fuck all night until you make me
Uh too late
I’m making lists, I’m dropping names
I feel so different, but the same
Here comes the days destroying light
I won’t put up a fight
There’s nothing left for me
I may as well just take my leave
And make my way home
But fuck it pass the blow
Cocaine
You slave
Cocained interlude
Cocaine, I just want a taste
Cocaine, ya’ll just make me a waste
Cocaine
You slave
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11. |
We, The Terrorism
03:01
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Puncturing our brains
They try to hold our reins
So that they can contain
Our view of their decree
A permanent campaign
By those who’re preordained
Will we ever regain
Our right to act as free
This is the story of our lives
This is the part where we all die
Can someone please just change my mind
Or should I just be the first to start saying my goodbyes
Gotta go and find my rainbow
Gotta go and get positive
Gotta go and get my eyes sewn
‘Cause there is no alternative
Gotta go fill these cry holes
Why am I so inquisitive
Danger, present; clear
It’s headlights for us deer
Our payment is severe
Yet we don’t want control
Living with our fear
We’re lustful for some cheer
But it’s not cool to care
So let’s go with the flow
This is the story of our lives
This is the part where we all die
Can someone please just change my mind
Or should I just be the first to start saying my goodbyes
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12. |
May It Never End
02:34
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Back to the beginning
Haven’t found any meaning
Need to search with more feeling
Fill this room to it’s ceiling
Back to the beginning
Haven’t found any meaning
Once again now with feeling
Feel this world without fearing
Back to the beginning
Haven’t found any meaning
Once again now with feeling
Fill this world to it’s ceiling
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