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The way it is Is the way it always was. Truth is a prison.
Escape with the written word. Follow your leaders.
Fall in our spell. Follow your leaders. Fall in our spell.
Blank Slates and obsessive minds. Follow your leaders.
Reservations are for the weak. Join mass ap(Peal)
back the flesh so we can feel. The futures and the pasts.
Shake your fear of the moon light.
Our cause won’t disintegrate. We’ll have the perfect world.
How could it not be. We’ve got the documents.
We’ve got the scrolls. Burn the past. Burn the trading posts.
The fall of one is the fall of everyone.
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Konsequence Kandy
02:24
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There’s a burning brain. Smoke baked death.
No one held responsible. One more huff of dust.
Drowned a chance. Drowned a productive life.
This is for the fetus.
Sorry you have to deal with this massacre.
Craving smack instead of life. From the day you’re born.
This is for your made up story.
The one I will never forgive you for.
Your disregard for dignity. Your lack of will to help yourself.
This is for the fetus.
Sorry you have to deal with this massacre.
Craving smack instead of life. From the day you’re born.
Flailing limbs. Failing heart. A life bleeds.
While your addiction breaths.
Flailing limbs. Failing heart. A life bleeds.
While your addiction breaths.
The smack someone should have given you.
The first time you shot up. Coming clean now.
Would never be enough. No amount of dirt.
Would fill this hole you’ve dug. Even if you came
clean now. It would never. Be.
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Here I am. I’m documenting your death.
And your obituary says. Money drained your soul.
Bring false health. Bring false care.
Now an empty building. Where I stare.
Camouflage your actions.
But don’t you know Camo is not a style.
This town won’t be fooled
Sniper action will be your trial.
Bring false health. Bring false care.
Now an empty building. Where I stare.
Won’t it be a surprise?
When your brakes happen to fail.
New building supplies. Run off their rails
Useless Profit Making Cancer.
Didn’t have the doctors. Could only treat themselves.
Didn’t have the doctors. Could only treat themselves.
UPMC.
People are unimportant. Beds are souls to sell.
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Shed The Shackles
01:19
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When your body. Lies next to me. I pray for your death.
So I can be free. So I won’t have to sink. So I can breath.
Turn wasteful days. Into memories. Shed the shackles.
What’s the purpose. Of a mate? When all they do. Is suffocate.
Never a reason. Never a need. To touch lips. To procreate.
Cause family is a lie. Caring for the dead.
When you’re dead inside. Join the living. Die with me.
Join the living. End with me. Join the living. Die with me.
Join the living. End with me. Cause family is a lie.
Caring for the dead When you’re dead inside.
Join the living. Die with me. Join the living. End with me.
Join the living. Die with me. Join the living. End with me.
End with me.Now blood stained hands. Lift up this stake.
But your nightmare. Can’t be ignored. My sweet.
Don’t make a sound. Drive it down. Drive it down.
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The State
01:46
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Sink your teeth into razor wire.
That’s the taste. The taste of freedom.
Sink your nails into my back.
Until your life covers my hands.
We’ll show our loyalty to our comrades.
Don’t need poisons. Just blood lust and masks.
Our freedom comes in the night. It comes in the night.
What’s best for us. Is best for everyone. Only the state knows.
What’s best for us. Is best for everyone. Only the state knows.
Have you heard? Heard the call. You think you’re sick now?
Wait till the sickle falls. We build all day.
Doctrines going sky high. Parchment inked with blood.
Blood of the non-believers. Our streets.
Concrete and teeth. That’s the teeth of the intoxicated.
City streets. Concrete and teeth. Intoxicated.
What’s best for us. Is best for everyone. Only the state knows.
What’s best for us. Is best for everyone. Only the state knows.
Only the state knows. All the subtleties of its people.
Measuring cups. We all are equal. Only the State knows.
Only the State knows. Only the State knows.
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Die Trying
03:28
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What are the actions. That you take?
When your ideals are on the cross.
It’s not the bullet that we fear.
But the stake of a dying cause.
Because this movement is worthless.
Trying is a waste of time. Lonely with no purpose.
Trying is the living’s crime.
So slit your wrists. Shake bloody fists.
Light headed. Body falls.
You feed us all. Drain all accounts.
Fill up the blood banks. Race to the shores.
Just to see your ship has sank. Drain all accounts.
Fill up the blood banks. Race to the shores.
Just to see your ship has sank.
Your faith has been ignored.
Your efforts have done nothing. Spit shiver sway stop.
Only a million ways. To gain depression.
The dumbest humans are happiest.
Instinct affection. We’ll smack our lips.
At the sound of a drop. Purposeless is natural selection.
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