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Corporate Immortality
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The law of the land says we're the same but that's clearly not the case
Especially since that law is an embarrassing disgrace
They line the streets
Standing tall in their unsenescence
When we fail, they laugh
When they fail, we suffer
You'll outlive Everyone in the room
And you expect me to take responsibility?
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Deadeyes
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There is a woman who we call Deadeyes
Some say she's merely vacant, some say she's dead inside
Ask her to do anything you want her to do
Her glassy stare won't waver but she'll go along with you
Seeking someone who truly cares for her
She'll do anything for your pleasure
The cycle of abuse continues on again
As you use her and abandon her like all the other men
The person who was there retreats inside some more
She can hardly feel a thing, at least not anymore
So sick of the abuse and being called a whore
So sick of being used, so sick of being someone's "score"
Ashamed of who she is
She goes out once again to seek someone who's really different
But it always end the same, she's used and thrown away
A product of abuse and oppression throughout her whole existence
She's thrown into the deep end, left to her own subsistence
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Our mascot Clarence
Mysterious disappearance
At our second show he was last seen
on June 21, 2019
Among persons of interest he measured in the inches
Eyes green and serpentine
He vanished from the scene
Look away for one sludge metal song
And suddenly our dear drummer is gone
Last seen near two vapers
His probable capers
Could you be any sicker?
You jack our fucking mascot
But not my hydroflask or a sticker
Ask others what they've seen
Knowing we're running out of time
Look at us like we're crazy
As we explain this brazen crime
Dear thieves
I hope your situation worsens
He keeps needles on his person
I hope that while he's missing
He blast beats you into submission
I hope you regret your revolting heist
After his kvlt poltergeist
You underestimated the worth
The danger, the cunning of the diciest drummer on Earth
This grim and frostbitten foundling
Can adapt to his surroundings
One day evidence of a struggle
One second your guard was remiss
Find his way back to our practice space
And be like, "Hey y'all, what'd I miss?"
This grindcore gargoyle
Perched atop the amp head
He always had our back
But we didn't have his
Didn't steal our imagination
Only its dear vessel
we can rebuild him but never replace him
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Assisted Suicide
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Put the needle in the vein
To take away the pain
But the pain comes back with a vengeance
What once was an escape
Becomes your own personal hell
Destroying your body, controlling your mind
You're now a husk of a person
A terminal disease if you don't break free
And regain control of your life
And yet your peers push you further
Into the spiral of decay
If the law finds out you'll be put away
Brushed underneath the rug
Neglected and left to fester
Assumed of guilt for being a victim
A disease spun as a personal flaw
You hold the gun up to your head
And we will gladly pull the trigger
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N+1
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The line for fascism's dick is going out the door
Passing time with flagellation in the name of the forever war
Support our troops or else
Gunfire's eternal hum
On enemy lines
Diluting white phosphorous with cum
Drone strikes and civilian deaths
Is their equivalent of alms
The only milf that turns them on is the mother of all bombs
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Defenestrate Ur Senator
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March up to Rob Portman's office
Hope to catch him unprepared
Pose as a security guard
And march up to that fucker's desk
Smash, smash, smash through the window
Crash, crash, crash to the ground
Break every bone in his body
If he's alive, bring him back for more
No more candlelight vigil
Voting ain't enough anymore
No more peaceful gatherings
Next time you'll find us at your door
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Functionally Extinct
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Well are you happy?
Look what you've done
A future co-opted
Now there's no longer one
First the northern oppressors came for the beasts
Then desperate locals did, for fools from the east
Greed and senseless brutality
Falsehoods aroused reality
It's meaningless now, another lesson ignored
What's the next species that'll die to our horde?
Swallow your hair and eat all your nails
At least you could've died while the rhinos prevailed
Poison your tonic just barely enough
You drop to the floor with your keratinous cup
Hack your face off without recompense
Consuming my harvest minus evidence
I'll snort your face off, stimulating every sense
It's time to ascend, higher plane of existence
Things are so peaceful there, no poaching, war, famine, or stress
Greeted by ol' Sudan here, playing a thylacine in chess
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Hostile Architecture
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I cannot care about what I cannot see
I don't know your plight, how does it affect me?
We shield you from the public eye
Leave you in the cold to die
Isn't it better we put you in jail?
A warm place to sleep 'til your trial or bail
And no one has to know
You've got no place to go
Arm rests on park benches
Spikes on the buildings
Carefully engineered to make you disappear
It's not discrimination
Even the rich can't sleep under a bridge
But now you're shoved into the margins
With no place you can exist
The people cannot see you
Or else they will be pissed
And in the dark of winter night
4 homeless people are dead
Laying outside a vacant home
Where no one can rest their head
We're all very sad
The ones who even know
Who passed by the local news
Looking for their favorite show
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Tom Clancy's Rainbow 69
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Jingoistic jizz poured forth on pages of prose
Lapped up by an unthinking public
Absorbed in the minds of legions of dudebros
A culture of violence and hate
A culture of obedient slaves
Bred from the cradle by video games
Promoting our heroes, promoting our chains
The lines on the page distract from the bread lines
No pension to end your miserable lives
At least there's an enemy just out of sight
For our heroes in green to go out and fight
President CIA's culture of lies
Fuck Jack Ryan, I hope he dies
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Every day I always see your cracked mug on TV
Cause you seem to have a knack for fucking up repeatedly
Time to spew your shit
Never with a consequence
Just another day
Many more fuck ups on the way
No matter the occasion, something is amiss
These public humiliations are lacking in bloodiness
One more time with bleeding
It's what we all are needing
Your empty speech is lacking edge
Televise your hemorrhage
Another day, another gaffe
But not a reason to go and laugh
Public disgrace number one
Shame by proxy, you have none
Pin the blame and carry one
Your sponsors tell you, "Job well done!"
How long has it been with no common sense?
We need some gore with your incompetence
One more time with bleeding
It's what we all are needing
How many years do we have left?
Get on the air and bleed to death
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Whose Salvation?
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One moment Santa's a lawful good humanitarian
The next he's a washed up Korea vet asking for extra hash browns
With alleged ties to the Salvation Army
You say the help outweighs the hurt, ultimately a good thing
But I'm filled with disgust when I hear that bell ring
Raking it in
With hate as their mission
Relying on
Name recognition
Not backing and army that'd want to harm me
Or prefer I don't exist and just dissipate
Plenty of better places to enlist and donate
They don't own up to their hate and bigotry
They tiptoe around it to make more money
Just like they tiptoe around the corpses of queer folks they let freeze to death
Finally say fuck it and spit in your bucket
Yes we know you're dreaming of a white Christmas
New Years', Easter, and future
It's as clear as the North Star, screaming like a snowy screen
As a black Santa climbs out of a TV
Those carollers outside sure do sound angry but it's all dog barks to me
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Genome Reveal Party
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We're gonna be here a while
Pass the ethanol
And call...
The VFD, FDA, NCBI, and LISK
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Sex Machine
01:27
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Prime directive to reproduce
An inbuilt imperative
They can't help how they're made
Or what actions they take
Boys will be boys
So they say
Best not get in their way
What, that can't be rape
Every boy does that
You've got no right to complain
A vile programming through cultural decree
A sex machine is not what men are really meant to be
Cast off the cold hard surface molded by society
You're not entitled to have sex but you deserve to be free
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Propaganda of the Deed
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Bring it back
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Life?!
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If life is so great, why does everyone I love want it to be over?
I guess music can only save you for so long
What a tragedy, you'll say
We'll always remember this day
And you wipe your hands of the event
As you continue to bleed us dry
No matter if we have to die in your endless search for power and wealth
It's you and us, a fight to the death, and I won't do your dirty work
Better to lose with dignity than concede before all's said and done
A better world is possible, I know it must be
I'll be around to build it if not to see
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Passive Time Travel
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Fixed rate and direction
The lamest technicality
No chance for correction
Locomotive temporality
Fused to the tracks
Infinite power
Exits welded shut
More weight every hour
Backloaded caboose
Placebo pull-cords
Simply no use
Behind us had its ups and downs
And I'm sure ahead will be the same
But seeing all those pitch black clouds makes me wanna turn back the way we came
Where's the dinosaurs
Where's the democracy
Where's the mulligan
Where's the habitability
Where's the happiness
Where's the blue sky
Stuck here watching temporal paint dry
Stuck here watching temporal paint dry
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