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Spit Your Own Venom
02:17
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Wasted dogmatic devotion
Destroying the line you've towed
Rebranding atrophic delusions
The chorus rings out while the line goes flat. *ding
Feckless submission
Perverts conviction
Ego fellation
Fold in the wind like the flag on your porch
Thrashing in place
Do you feel like a hostage?
Or have you made your peace
In the web in your conscience?
Amoral entropy long to disperse
Self flagellated from cradle to dirt
In your ears, then out your mouth
Animal at war with its nature
In your ears, then out your mouth
Then Regurgitate
Unending seas of perceptual distortion
Complicit behind the twisted reflections
Crushed underneath what we blindly accept
Systemic corrosion, the hivemind is cracked
Wasting the last resorts
Bandaging botched solutions
The center keeps convulsing
Keep force feeding bullshit right til you choke
You dont spit your own venom
You just
Read
Smile and wave
And then repeat
You won't spit your own venom
You get paid
To rate mistakes
And craft the bait
Bite your tongue
It bleeds deceit
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I want you to know
That I was the one who drowned both of your neighbors and
Now you have to go
Down to the shore which is outside your window
‘Cause I don’t believe in scientific assessments, opinions, or facts of any kind
And we sold off the earth
Cause it just wasn’t worth
Cutting into our bottom line
Investing in surfboards
Whole new coastline
Third world genocide
Whole new coastline
This could be your life
This can't be my life
So, a free lesson
on apocalypse investment strategies
When the flooding comes you might as well float on exponential equity
Ohio’s underwater, the bees are dead, but that doesn't have to be you!
If you can’t stop the wave then
You might as well embrace it
And make a dollar or two
So what will you do?
What do you do with a whole new coastline?
You get drunk at the beach with a brand new surfboard.
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3. |
Fear For Your Life
01:10
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Undertrained, and overdressed
Insulated from consequence
Fragile Egos with shaky hands
Patrol the streets with hands on their holsters
At the traffic stop, he reached for his license
You feared for your life
You broke in while she sat in her apartment
You feared for your life
A twelve year old motioned towards his waistband
You feared for your life
Careful, or you might get a vacation
Weave your tales, parade your dead
All your valor is counterfeit
Skittish sailors spreading fear of sharks
But just off frame, you dump waste in the water
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4. |
Dead Dogs
02:22
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Thin blue Gestapo
Come and Take me
But don't take my dog
Take my neighbors
Trash Their houses
Just don't take my dog
I'll stop at checkpoints
Obey your curfews
I'll be in bed with my dog
When you roll down my street
In armored humvees
Please just keep and eye out for my dog
Save a dog, kill a pig.
Kill my neighbors
Stomp their teeth in
Just don't take my dog
If you wanted white liberals to care that you died
you were fucked from the very moment
you weren't born a dog.
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Paper Tiger
03:18
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Jingoism as a sedative, as a sedative
Philistine and repetitive, and repetitive
Needed my bones so you broke my legs
Then told me I forgot how to walk
Hate me, take me, break me
Die stomping on the head of the Earth
Break over your own head
Beneath your own bottom line
Controlled opposition, you're all rhetoric
Demagogue, you're so repetitive
Social climbing, social fascist
You just love hearing yourself talk
Die yankee.
Go and die your arrogant death
To you and your paper tiger
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Miserable
And self obsessed
And everything is overrated
Pacified
But unimpressed
Consume it even though you hate it
And now you’re
Surrounded
By corpses that used to be artists
Restless
Stagnant
Ambition hijacked for profit
Lizard brain reduction
Brain cell destruction
Reading your mind
Making you want
Advertising is mind control
Fever dreams
Of despondent hypnotic imagery
Straight to the brainstem
Spiraling
One purchase away from some normalcy
But never sated
You vote for
And worship
These billionaires who fuck up your children
Hand crafted
Apologists
Reduced to megaphones for empire
Stare at the screen, it stares at you back
Plotting your moves, knowing you'll make them
Hearing your thoughts, molding subconscious
Mind in a prison, a prison of conscience
And I want my name back
I want my fucking name back
Deprogram
Refocus
Shoot back
And live to see them choke on their own shit
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7. |
Practice is Cancelled
02:04
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You're so full of shit
That's what you said last week
It's been over three weeks
It's becoming routine
Just promise me next week you'll be here on time
Now this shit again
What the fuck happened this time?
Did you run out of gas?
Did your girlfriend get pissed?
If you're not gonna try, don't even show up
Three chord abortions that rip off The Clash,
These drink token anthems are watered down trash
With nothing to say, so don't waste our time
This shit isn't college, you do have to try
But now the mic cable's broken
And we keep breaking strings
Our amp blew a speaker
And it still hurts to sing
Hey, I know it's tonight, but I can't make the gig!
I hurt my arm moving
I got stuck in traffic
My aunt has a party
And my dog needs a haircut
I'd do anything to get out of playing that show
Anything to get the fuck away from this band
Why ever be anything more than cliche?
You don't give a shit so fuck it, let it die
What the fuck ever
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8. |
Copfucker
02:39
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Baby that brown shirt looks so good on you
If you forget it on my floor then I think that I might keep it
After all we both know we’re just school kids playing dress up and I’d just rather keep our club a secret
But are we both not Americans?
Where politics are what we do for fun
Are we both not Americans?
Two sides of the jaws eating the world
Don’t fight it you know we
Both love bombing hospitals and profit from dependence
Contrived outrage fantasies and gawking at elections
The way that they all look at me as I clapped sarcastically
Baby that brown shirt looks so good on you
Moderate fascist
Clandestine accomplice
Copfucker
You’re one of them to me
Baby that brown shirt looks so good on you
Cancel the election, it’s better than pretending
Baby that brown shirt looks so good on you
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Kpop Death Squads
02:29
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Nazi
Incel
Lynch mobs
Hedonistic, Proto-Facist
Tik tok
Kpop
Death Squads
That think stanning Pinochet is the new punk rock
All those years of anger
Without substance
Have returned
Holding torches
Now watch as they drag families from their beds
Don't think we don't know it.
Spineless
Saxon
Pissants
Use your mouth to help cops clean their boots off
Yapping
Lap dogs
That think vomiting on everything is Wisdom
I wouldn't waste my spit on you.
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Pacemaker
02:36
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"No!"
"The thing that matters most," he said
"More than the hat, the badge, even the gun,
Is the look you give before the shot
There ain't no trigger fast enough
No gambler that ever called his bluff
So when the sun goes down
Get fucking out
Because the only thing worse
Than a man who overstates his worth
Is the man who thinks he writes the script
I haven’t forgot
Just where the law stands
On the side of the hands
That rifled through our pockets
With a boot on our backs
Here comes the sunset
Let’s make this quick
Crime has had its day he said
As he put that old hat on his head
That lets criminals play an act of god
He took that long walk to the tracks
It was there the lawman met his match
In a man who knew how not to blink
About face
With One in the chamber
I promised him 12 steps
But I shot him at five
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11. |
Sleep In Hell
05:12
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What kind of freedom wrought this?
Free to choose the way we self medicate the nausea
Choose between the groceries and rent, or all of these addictions that cycle through our lives dressed like solutions
Which drill would you like jammed through your head?
Take deep breaths and fantasize that you’re someone important
Checking out or
Lashing out at everyone around you is
The closest you can get to rattling your cage
How can I
How can I
How do they sleep in hell?
How can I
How can I
How do they sleep in hell?
Can we act like you’re what I’m in love with
Here where friends are strangers we do drugs with
Holy fucking
Son of white supremacist god
Piss on my head tell me that its culture
Now that I’m
Addicted to a constant stream of hollow stimulation
I swear to fight you only in name
How can I
How can I
How do they sleep in hell?
How can I
How can I
How do they sleep in hell?
Can we act like you’re what I’m in love with
Friends are just strangers we do drugs with
And those lyrics you chant, you know they aren't true, you know they aren’t true, you know they aren’t true
Everything you've built is boring, self serving and performative
If your heroes could see you, they'd look down on you, they’d look down on you, they’d fucking hate you
You could have been something beautiful and dangerous
Were you always this dishonest with yourself?
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Hardcore Punk from Central CT. Killing landlords since 2013.
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