1. |
May It Never End
01:58
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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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2. |
Grind (money crotch)
04:34
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Sick. You’re sick
Sick. You’re sick
Sick. Like the disease you are
You’re sick
Justify your illness
Justify your hording
Justify your madness
Justify your
Oh my god, I’m so hot
Look at me I believe I deserve everything that I’ve 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
Abandoned freedom for lust
Abandoned coping, 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
Sick. You’re
Sick of helping the rest
Sick of helping, developing the yelping patrons we’ve pressed
Sick of all their request
Shamelessly hating, degrading the fading
and aching forsaken Persuading the taken
to waiting for shavings mistakenly taking
the scrapings as aidings while shaking
down, breaking down, taking down their vacant ancient moral havens
Abandoned freedom for lust
Abandoned coping, 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…
You’re fucking
Sick. You’re sick
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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 over seas
We're the ideal
without appeal
We're the corrupt
while we instruct
We are the damned
while we command
Decreed
Received
Believed
Deceived
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
Browse the pyres
that now careen
Trounce desire
we find obscene
Rage entire;
no ends to mean
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
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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Bring out your dead!
Bring out your dead!
Are we instead
the ones who've bled?
I'm feeling quite dizzy
Life's got me uneasy
Here comes all the needy
Bleeding from their hearts
Running for cover, shunning our brothers
Stunning to see how closely we are to each other
Shut all the shutters, gut all the cupboards
Guard with your life now those things for you and your lover
Please don't let me die like this
Please let me provide my kids
With some kind of life guidance
So that they are not all frightened
Sometimes we are misguided
Wolves thrown to the lions
Roughs don't always have diamonds
Poseidon ends up on trident
It only feels like the dead are rising
When in fact it's just us joining them as we're dying
Bring out your dead!
Bring out your dead!
They must be fed
With all our heads
Grab all your shotgun shells
Unleash your inner hell
Until they all have fell
We will all survive
Nobody's comin'? Where is their drummin'?
Electric hummin' sends shivers straight up our backs
All of a sudden somebody summoned
us by the dozens to be the first to attack
Why am I knocking down doors?
Why am I the wild boar?
Why does it feel I've ignored
the reasons we were fighting for?
These vile things that I deplore
never had weapons they bore
What a stupid bunch of corpse
What was their plan to win before?
It only feels like the dead are rising
When in fact it's just us joining them as we're dying
This unjust win
Where by, where in
We've killed our kin
Hangs low our chin
But with some spin
We can begin
To change what's been
And absolve sin
Absolve our sin
Absolve our sin
ABSOLVE our sin
ABSOLVE OUR SIN
It only feels like the dead are rising
When in fact it's just us joining them as we're dying
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Broke down, defective. My brain seems infected.
So let's all dissect it. And find out what's septic.
This cryptic, reflected perspective selected
has left me a skeptic of accepted methods.
An epic electric, eclectic, dyslexic
pathetic, decrepit, eccentric, poetic man.
Somehow I only end up with my bloodstains on my hands.
Somehow I'm only fed up with things I once thought I understand.
This bland, unplanned, offhand American
will not withstand the grand remand at hand;
Of public land; of hourglass sand;
Of all our power and our command.
Dry heave these rivers of fire of desire of greed
Believe you're a winner your brighter and aspire to be someone who will deliver and succeed
But your naive and don't consider times expired, your no survivor and none the wiser to what the world truly does need
So fuck it all, lets have a ball, and l-o-l or else my brain may become splattered wall debris
My failure’s alive!
My jailor inside
‘s a traitor tonight!
And favors his right
to waiver his life!
This plight he fights most every night;
What's wrong what's right;
What's real what's trite;
What's still in sight.
He shows me the ledge!
He wants to be fed!
Then asks me to pledge
that this ain't the end!
Help me believe, help me deceive,
help me to see this don't have to be my reality.
It's all been bred.
It mauls my head.
It fails instead
to prove we're not dead.
Prove we’re not dead.
I'm dead.
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6. |
Joe Candidate
02:54
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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
Fore fathered thoughts' forgettable
In other countries people die for things formidable
Our simple deaths are oh so livable
Yet our love for being martyred ‘s unconditional
I wonder if we're even diacritical
If principles are still 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
Inexplicable-ly cynical
Down
With
Us
Jesus runnin’; second comin’; Baggers dug in; Elmer Fuddin’
Toutin’ guns yet women nothin’; every one em takin’ somethin’
Crushin’ hope while hopes becomin’ nothin’ but a ton of nothin’
Begun lovin’ shunin’ loved ones just to show ‘em won't be outdone
Being filthy rich is a crime
Where in which they say we can climb
By bewitching us with sublime
While they switch our dollars to dimes
Designed lines constrict; defined minds convict
The blind are inclined to restrict ours eyes with addict
-tion 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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He reaches up to find the light
The light acknowledges polite-
ly While shoving back with all it's might
He never thought he'd find himself here
He craves to fight against the night
The night is what he finds unsight-
ly Though when he's here it all feels right
He doesn't know what to hold dear
That lust for endless burning
Only sees ash returning
Undoing all his earning
All he can sense now is it's
Cold cold cold
Where'd all those dreams go
They've all turned to ashen snow
Filling up this hole
All he can sense now that is it's grown
Cold cold cold
Pulls himself out onto dry land
Pulls himself to the fire from frying pan
Pulls a breathe from deep within this tired man
sucking in the world 'round him as best he can
He is this hate
that he's endured
He is the night that was once obscured
Light can't withhold
all he enfolds
He's turned to fire all those things that used to be
Cold cold cold
Where'd all those dreams go
They've all turned to ashen snow
Filling up this hole
All he can sense now that is it's grown
Cold cold cold
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8. |
Ride 'Em, Cowboy!
04:19
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Reach for the stars, my little sheep
Stretch arms out far I'll be discreet
Intensions aren't but planned deceit
Play unaware while robbed of keep
Re-erecting bags of flesh
Re-infecting those bereft
Reigniting fears suppressed
Redefining "until death"
Help
(We keep doing the same fucking thing again and again)
Help
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9. |
We, the Terrorism
03:00
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Puncturing our brains,
they try to hold our reins,
so that they can contain
our views of their decree
A permanent campaign
by those who're preordained
Will we ever regain
the 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 and fill these cry holes
Why am I so inquisitive?
Danger: present; clear
It's headlights for us deer
Our payment is severe,
yet we want no control
Living with our fear
We're lustful for some cheer
But it's not cool to care
so lets 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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10. |
'Til Death Do Us Part
03:47
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Fuck failure
I'm a carnivore
Killin’ all y’all dinosaurs
With meatier, superior, meteor-like lyrical
thought that ought to wrought craters
on the paper
These lyrics ain't ever gonna changes anyone's lives
These mother fucking lyrics ain't even attempted to change mine
We still a
buncha
killa
gorilla
without a reason to live better lives
Born with one foot in the grave
Bored with these sin that cause us to slave
Born from the minds of all those that have gave
birth to these confines in the first place
Bored with all of their lies designed so that we forgave
our traitors
These dictators
These people's power over people, empowered by a steeple
Gleeful we cower fetal, enfeebled doubters, “freed” by deceitful cowards
Who scour, weasel their sour power upheaval of fecal mater
Medieval, cathedral evil, illegal
While they overpower and tower over our flowers, spread eagle
And fuck us pussies without reprieval it's all cerebral
We're still breathin'
They still decievin'
We're still livin' in
This shit condition
Pull this hatred from out my head
Dull this jaded pointed view I dread
Where
I shred, behead till red is bled from every head
of state of men who lead and tread on mast-ed thread
and spread, embed, misled our old, our kids unfed no bed
you'd think they had some kind conscience
But
They don't
They should give a fuck but they won't
That's why my lyrics tend to be at their throat
That's why I care so much about these words that I wrote
I hope
For greater
Now hit that fader
Fuck failure
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