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CULTURE WAR
03:10
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Hit me up but don’t collaborate on much
Keep holed up in this fantasy, no human touch,
Just bars of isolation and chemical crutch,
Remembering you fondly, but don’t come ‘round much
Rush the stands because it’s getting warmer,
They’re poisoning my world, it’s sick, like Jeffery Dahmer
Financial insecurity without no warning,
Independence is depending on underperforming
Politicians who only give a fuck about the profit
And if you dare to ask for more, they get their guns and yell “Stop”
Demands start getting made, no more communication
Cuz the dialogue was always “Die you poor dogs” nation
Radicalized beyond all prior fucking recognition
Meanwhile, every day, more of your kids go missing
Next time you’re at the office, watch the boss ass-kissing
Do you really want to keep doing tricks for a living?
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Everybody’s telling me to see their way,
In a culture war, America slowly decays,
Conformity transforming this economy,
Adapt or die, but either way you’re fucked like me
Not like yourself, cuz now you’re a reflection
Of a culture where you’re on a shelf, just dust-collecting,
While the ones who fight are only mocked for being brave,
And the ones who don’t are happy living in their cage
I fear it more and more each day,
The imminent collapse of America’s reign,
The guillotine they’re wheeling out from storage now,
Black hoods on the family of the Orange Crown.
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BAG
02:34
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Pull the plug they’re crying cuz the world is sick
Losing track of time and soon we’re gonna slip
House of cards crashing into deep blue death,
Instead of doing nothing you just hold your breath,
You get a bit elated at the sound of guns
You contemplated taking care of number one
But couldn’t trust the documents from afterlife
You tried to cut the ties but you lost the knife
Breaking into pieces that’ll never fit
The lies of the enemy is all I spit,
The blindfold of will through which eyes are slit,
The suffering are sulfur and the fuse is lit
Reject anything that stands to defend
The structure that preys on you and your friends
You can’t compromise with those who descend
To hell just to fill their cups in the end
Knife in your back and its turning to rust,
How long before cash suffocates us?
Choose poorly and just return to dust
Touch and go ‘til we get the facts straight and brush
The dirt off our shoulders, holding the space
For voices to drown the world and replace
The message of hate and reborn: the weight
Of a world returned to its rightful place
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BULLET
03:01
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I've said it before, said it but you just can’t listen no more
I settle the score, sweating in hell from the way you ignore
A city to vore, swallow it whole suck it into the floor
A matter of course, gather your families this is a war
God Isn’t a synonym for Malevolent force that is still in control
Human kind is the last straw Break camel’s back ‘til it buckle and fall
Fuck all you soldiers of fortune collecting your payments I’m tired of waiting
For you to know the price You're making me pay
All so that you can stay stuck in your ways
No matter the gravity Nothing will change when your wage is a tragedy-
Comedy- when it don’t happen to me can you see them devaluing
Everything? Doing me wrong until peace is a song in my memory
Enemy, you’re not a savior of mankind so why’d you pretend to be?
False Prophets infesting our minds, stadiums echoing violent lies
Carcasses to feed the weapon of war and the chore of the harvest already automatized
I see the flames, melting the iron and downing the planes
Infecting our brains til nothing but panic and hatred remain
One more time, One final sprint to the edge of the battle, the exit sign
Double time, singing a song for the dead in your head to drown out the cries
From all sides, No one is innocent under a thundering crimson sky
Wicked crimes Will be forgotten in time as you sprint toward the finish line
Maybe you’ll make it though weight on your shoulders
Deflating your hope of still reaching the border
You see gates closing You see the decades of hate spilling over and killing you slowly
Pray for a miracle maybe deliver this message unfolding, Sky will crack open
Hoping for change, or maybe some rain, Or maybe we already lost in a way.
How many more towers fall?
How many more hours crawl?
How many doors slamming closed?
How many desperate will call?
Who can you blame it all on?
Who'll have your back when they're gone?
Who can admit when they're wrong?
Who will remember the song?
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