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the purge
03:29
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i'm a puppet. i'm a number. i'm a product of conditioning. i'm a coward. i'm a sucker. i stood for nothing, now i'll fall for anything. what's the latest? let me have it. i'd pay anything to kill the noise. give me crutches. give me habits. take me by the brain and fill the void. i've got a hole in the soul and i just want to dance til i can't think. i've got a fever for love. tie me up, feed me drugs til i can't blink. we all need a purpose but we don't deserve it. let's move til we're too exhausted to feel worthless. we're born to feel guilt from our natural urges but i know a way we can purge it. just hand me a tab and watch it soak through my skin. crank up that bass and let the party begin. i'm a loser. i'm a misfit. i'm in a prison of my own design. i'm a sellout. i'm complicit in the destruction of my poor corrupted mind. death is coming. i can stall it if i live as hard as possible. give me comfort. give me solace. in this club i am unstoppable. we've all got a hatred with which we must reckon. let's sweat to forget all the angst and depression. it's not getting better; our heads are defective. but i figured out how to reject it. hand me that spike and stick it deep in my veins. let's move to the beat, tonight i will be its slave. we want to live but life decides when we die so let's exercise our right to take it in stride.
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cigarette boy
01:24
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they told me it would relieve stress. told me it was meaningless. told me that it would help me increase my mystique. young me had reached an impasse, desperate to define myself, willing to relinquish my hard-earned integrity just to be who i was meant to be: another mindless consumer of cancerous tumors. harvest for profit. crank up the toxins. sell to the godless. fill up the coffins. folks of distinction choke til extinction. total enslavement is our engagement. indoctrinate them. make them our play-things. annihilation of our creation.
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been had hundreds
02:09
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in a lukewarm pool of liquid diamonds, staring up at a golden ceilings. credit card receipts numbering the thousands but tailored suits won't stop me from feeling strapped to a leather chair, eyelids removed, watching my life become a pathetic ruse. the work is never through and i'll never clock out. the skeletons of those who doubted me are buried underneath my ambition but their spirits still roam through the palace and haunt me til i beg for forgiveness. there is no god's hand, no savior divine enough to expunge me of all of my crimes. so now i'm trying to run the clock out. there's nothing to talk about. life is a knockout.
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the president we deserve
02:43
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all of our history brought us here. oceans of blood for a bucket of tears. the new jesus christ is smiling triumphantly on a mountain of the skulls of his peers. we were just resting for a spell. we couldn't be bothered by the knell. we could've felled them but we were complacent and it's just as well. there's a hole inside our hearts that only fame and money can fill. we've been sold a bill of goods that told us all our chances were nil. so we cried "please relieve us of the grief, cuz freedom is a pain in the knees." we used to shout with our fists held high til we were far too exhausted to fight. our purpose was lost in a junkyard of empty distractions and left unattended to die. we traded fake social degrees while our ambitions were bleeding. the end of the world just came with a whimper because it was easy. there's a rain that's going to fall and we just aren't nearly equipped because we were mesmerized by wealth and the latest celebrity quips and they said "grand! it's time to take the land. we've got em in the palm of our hands."
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enochian key
03:19
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take the time to know me. you will find that you and i could be so good together. i can see it in your eyes. though the world can be cold and unforgiving, we were never meant for solitary living. take my life and kill me. drive a knife into my heart. spill your blood upon me so this cursed ritual can start. though we loved and lost far too many times to count, love is worth the cost. love it what it's all about. you and me together. loving you forever. love it what it's all about. we're gonna have to shoot our way out.
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gun emoji
03:42
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they paved paradise and put up a parking lot. then they paved the parking lot and put up a bigger parking lot. they topped that fucker off with an artisan chocolate shop, now you can't afford a snickers bar and can't afford to park. they closed the gallery and opened a condo mall. now every resident has got all the paintings from the gallery on their walls. this land has been reclaimed a thousand times before but this one hurts the most because it means the closing of my favorite store. sleep it away. gunshots replaced by the sound of mack trucks when you wake. things will turn out okay as long as you have a place to stay. they paved the burial ground and put a paradise. now the parking lot is getting auctioned off for an obscene price by candlelight. we cry for the loss of a culture that was never ours to start. the city changes face so we indignantly resolve to blow it apart. we own the land. if it no longer serves us we will be god damned. blood on the sand. let's pave the blood and start again.
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choke on your lack of all relevance. we're fortified with intelligence. you had your time and it's run out. gun in your back to the dugout. writhe in the loss of your crushed ideals. time to renew our depleted zeal. die under the weight of a new class. a fucked generation whose anger is steadfast. you tried to damage our future but we were just stockpiling sutures. we're coming back with a vengeance. you tried to destroy us but just gave us sentience. you better get braced for the coming war. boom! that's not a poetic metaphor. we've taken up arms and we're streetbound. the last line's first in line for the beatdown. because it's now or never. some ties are gonna get severed. no one lives forever. let's stitch up that weathered flag and fly it proud. you're looking death in the eyes now. you desperately cling to the high ground. the tide swallows you up and you cry out, "this ain't how it was in my day. call a time out!" never again will your bullshit traditions cause fear and unrest and turn the good into victims. you've been deemed obsolete. you can leave through the front. leave the keys and go back to wherever you came from.
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born into a pressurized environment and forgotten by politicians who told us that the limit was the darkened sky. we pushed for a mere chance at financial romance. never stuck a hand out. believed it would pan out. if we kept our nose down, rewards would be doled out. then we were sold out. so now...let's spit on the floor of everybody else's sacred haunts. let's sit at the only dirty table in the restaraunt. you can't pay a house note with a broken dream so we force our fellow countrymen to choke and bleed. vengeance is our nutrition and served cold it's more delicious than the sweetest cream. the pilot expired. the wings are on fire. the engine just broke off but we'll never go soft. we've got no emotion, so what's the commotion? let's steer for the ocean.
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jake cook
02:40
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young man holding court with an audience. he's so well-accustomed to gaudiness that he sees no irony in insisting he's the most worthy of their derision. between the wave and the bow he is transformed into the sacred cow. young man lashing out for attention. he tried to leave out all pretension but now misanthropic tendencies creep into his art and his appeal is weakened. he mops his brow and speaks of the grave injustice of how he can never book a show with the right folks and he doesn't get the respect he deserves and more people should bow at the power of his words. he fortifies himself with hollow self affirmations but he can't seem to get it together, and the mirror never tells any lies so the painted clown will cavort onstage, tears flowing from sunken eyes. if he cannot make these people love him, he damn sure will make them pay the price. throw it away. throw out the good will you've earned and make these fuckers pay. they never put his ass on the cover but he always put his ass on the line and eventually it's gonna be his time.
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they had him caged in. they had him stressed out. for a while they had him thinking he had seen his final stars. tried to hold him up. tried to lock him down and keep his knees in the ground. it's been a good while but now he's back. he held his head. he never broke. he kept his mental on the other side, cuz it was do or die. not for a second did he ever feel at home. waves: through all the madness he was surfin on em. he took his lumps with a grin. looking back today he can't imagine how he did. now every last detractors hugging toilets. he could have turned into a statistic. he could've just let em tear him apart. they may have had his body but he kept his heart. so pour a glass and raise it high for the prodigal upstart. it's been a good while but now he's back. the rightful leader of this here pack. the time he was gone is history now. he beat up the odds he made us proud. now he's restored. it's back to business, let's continue with this life of crime.
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