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BLEAK FUTURES
01:42
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Bleak Futures
Starved masses in decline
Bleak Futures
Deprived of dignity
Bleak Futures
Weakened society
Bleak Futures
It all comes crashing down
It all comes crashing down
It all comes fucking crashing down
Indoctrinating lies woven into our every day lives;
A culture of fear intwined; Impermanence anxiety.
Parasite of the meek
We're not machines
Manipulating the weak
We're not machines
Just charlatans of myth, eaters of the fire within.
Perpetuate tradition: toxic, archaic, self contradiction.
Parasite of the meek
We're not machines
Manipulating the weak
We're not machines
We're not machines
We're not machines
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WILTED
03:03
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Trust fund debonaires descend upon the town.
I might not be from here, but I didn't come here to tear it down.
Drive your brand new Tesla to your foodie brunch to dine;
saving the fucking planet one yuppie at a time.
Leaving only stumps in Stumptown
Burning the bridges of Bridgetown
Wilting, Wilting the City of Roses
Wilting the City of Roses
Black Lives Matter signs and Coexist stickers too;
only if people of color don't live anywhere near you.
Wreck the fucking block, we're all broke without a cent;
then leave the units vacant 'cause no-one can afford the rent.
The dream of the wealthy is alive in Portland.
The dream of the wealthy is alive in Portland.
The dream of the wealthy is alive in Portland.
The dream of the wealthy is alive in Portland.
Leaving only stumps in Stumptown
Burning the bridges of Bridgetown
Wilting, Wilting the City of Roses
Wilting the City of Roses
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CORPORATE MERCENARIES
03:07
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Corporate mercenaries, clandestine working class, patriotic dogma, trodden peasant caste.
Be all that you can be: Traumatized or six feet deep!
From our early years, they warped our growing minds.
Devoid of opportunities, they robbed us fucking blind.
Be all that you can be: Traumatized or six feet deep!
But don't adhere to their fucking lies!
We don't exist to kill and die!
Now we must defy!
We don't exist to kill and die in some horrendous way to ensure successful stocks, just to return a hero in a flag-draped box.
A Yankee-doodle soldier, another corporate martyr shot; a fucking life cut short in a flag-draped box!
Poverty is the draft!
We're not fucking free, we were given lives sans opportunity;
just to pledge allegiance and question not our roles; pillage for our captors who defile our tattered souls!
No securing freedoms or rights of any kind!
Just a hired gun for sadistic, wealthy swine!
Not securing freedoms or rights of any kind!
Just a hired gun for sadistic, wealthy swine!
Corporate mercenaries, clandestine working class, patriotic dogma, trodden peasant class.
Be all that you can be: Traumatized or six feet deep!
From our early years, they warped our growing minds.
Devoid of opportunities, they robbed us fucking blind.
Be all that you can be: Traumatized or six feet deep!
But don't adhere to their fucking lies!
We don't exist to kill and die!
Now we must defy!
We don't exist to kill and die!
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OUR COLLECTIVE DECAY
02:48
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A hemorrhaging of non-thought, a tragedy.
Rapid decline, our trigger happy theocracy.
Bound and fueled by propaganda, bound and gaged by treachery; anesthetized we acquiesce; they bide their fucking time!
This cartoon first-world decadence: Your god and your guns;
Better the streets were overrun with wild dogs.
Our collective decay is tethered to your god and your guns;
Better the streets were overrun with wild dogs.
A cult of hero worship, offer up your sacrifice; our corporate captors demand a tribute of human life.
So we hate the ones we fear; we fear the one's who've already lost.
When parasites have had their fill, they'll terminate the fucking host!
This cartoon first-world decadence: Your god and your guns;
Better the streets were overrun with wild dogs.
Our collective decay is tethered to your god and your guns;
Better the streets were overrun with wild dogs.
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I don't want your Jesus Christ!
Let me live my fucking life!
Fuck your church and fuck your god!
Fuck the fucked up shit you've done!
I will raise hell till the last church falls!
I will raise hell till the last church falls!
I will raise hell till the last church falls!
I will raise hell!
I don't want your empty myth, or the fucked up mind fuck that comes with!
Fuck your prayers and fuck your book!
Fuck your condescending looks!
I will raise hell till the last church falls!
I will raise hell till the last church falls!
I will raise hell till the last church falls!
I will raise hell!
With all my conviction, I reject your work of fiction!
With all my conviction, I reject your work of fiction!
With all my conviction, I reject your work of fiction!
With all my conviction, I reject your work of fiction!
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COLONY COLLAPSE
03:47
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This hive is in a state of colony collapse; the worker bees have ceased, they're ready to attack!
The way of life they've had: subservient and bland; the master class, now powerless, no longer in command.
Constant efforts to just exist under the rule of capitalists: a daily lack, a constant stress; just work machines, no more, no less.
We drive to work, we work for drive; we die to live, we live to die.
We work for things, those precious things, and only emptiness it brings.
Climb the ladder, get that raise; buy that home, so much praise.
A thriving drone, a loyal drone; so successful, so alone.
Few are prosperous to convince the rest of us that our slow decline is in our minds; all is well, all is fine.
This fucking fiction we've been sold is getting really fucking old!
I'm not that goddamn naive!
I won't fucking believe!
This fucking fiction we've been taught and all the tragedy it's brought;
I'm not that goddamn naive!
I won't fucking believe!
Acquiesce! (The oppressor)
We dissent! (Those liberated)
Acquiesce! (The oppressor)
We won't relent! (Those liberated)
Acquiesce! (The oppressor)
We'll circumvent, your control we all resent! (Those liberated)
Acquiesce! (The oppressor)
We dissent! (Those liberated)
Acquiesce! (The oppressor)
We won't relent! (Those liberated)
Acquiesce! (The oppressor)
We'll circumvent, your control we all resent! (Those liberated)
This fucking fiction we've been sold is getting really fucking old!
I'm not that goddamn naive!
I won't fucking believe!
This fucking fiction we've been taught and all the tragedy it's brought;
I'm not that goddamn naive!
I won't fucking believe!
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