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Affordable Garbage
03:02
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I take these pills I fall asleep.
I take these pills I stay awake.
How about consistency from day to day for fuck’s sake?
I wish that I could shut my brain off and fade away.
But when I’m left untethered, my mind wanders to a darker place.
I feel like motel art, I don’t really add much.
But if I were gone you might notice me missing for a month at best before I am replaced.
Familiar scenery with a different face
I am bad news
A poor investment through and through.
Don’t waste your time on me.
I will only let you down.
I feel the weight of the world and I don’t give a shit.
Hate waking up every morning ‘cause I am sick of it.
They say to pray it away, tell me to medicate.
I don’t need advice I just need to dissociate.
I promise you I’ll never go out like that.
I’ll hide the body, but I’ll draw you a map.
I’ve thought this through. The cable is tied.
It may not look it, but I am dead inside.
I am bad news
A poor investment through and through.
Don’t waste your time on me.
I will only let you down.
I am a let down.
I am a six-foot tall walking pile of trash,
Expecting everyone I meet to kiss my ass.
And for what? The illusion of mild success?
It doesn’t mean that my life sucks any less.
The American dream is hard to chase for an insomniac.
I don’t sleep. All I see is black.
Through the darkness, we see the light.
But I don’t know if I can go on with the fight.
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Grenade Point Average
03:53
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You pray for the loved ones.
You pray for the dead.
And you pray to God to give us a way to bring the violence to an end.
But your thoughts and prayers aren’t working.
Its time we lay the blame.
If your God exists he gave us Democracy to make the change.
There is a weakness;
In the belief that evil has boundaries.
But how can we be so blind when we are waist deep in dead canaries?
There can’t be silence now.
Our voices must be loud.
To drown out a rich man’s laughter as he pads his bank account.
From his cold dead hands;
We’ll pry his cold hard cash.
Running corporate sponsors out of town, they’ll cut ties and cover their tracks.
There is a weakness.
In the belief that evil has boundaries.
But how can we be so blind when we are waist deep in dead canaries?
We have the numbers.
But they have the gold.
And money talks, but this conversation is getting old.
Come Heller high water;
You’ve taken us three steps back;
You’ve torn the bricks;
From the foundation of our path.
There are no atheists in foxholes, but ground warfare has no place in a school.
Why can’t we be safe in large crowds
We need to bleach this cesspool
Arming the people without organization is difficult to see.
Growing indifference to violence be publicly decried.
Your prayers can’t raise the dead;
Their blood is on your hands.
You line your pockets every time we take a bullet in the head.
Your prayers can’t raise the dead;
Your prayers won’t raise the dead;
Their blood is on your hands.
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3. |
Speak and Destroy
03:06
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You’re made of money
Not of flesh and bone
All I see is black mold spreading through our home
In a class full of Kennedy’s you’re Lee Harvey Oswald
Burning all your bridges ‘cause you’d rather build a wall
I will question what you say
On any given day
Just because you disagree, that doesn’t mean its fake.
The constant disrespect
But what did we expect?
When the racist, lying rapist is the one that we elect.
I will question what you say
On any given day
Just because you disagree, that doesn’t mean its fake.
He’s turning all the clocks
Back to 1939
Its only a matter of time
You’re just a puppet
For the asshole from Kentucky
Nothing but a magnet underneath our moral compass
Turning true north, into due south
Every time you open your mouth
It’s a nice place to visit but you wouldn’t want to live here
‘Cause nothing grows from scorched earth, baby.
So weary pilgrims beware.
Give us your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free
And he will stack them one by one in a cage as the Mother of Exiles weeps
How many people have to suffer by his hand
Before we offer up the deodand?
I will question what you say
On any given day
Just because you disagree, it doesn’t mean its fake.
The constant disrespect
But what could we expect?
When the racist, lying rapist is the one that we elect.
You’re a quintessential demagogue demanding our respect
But you’re nothing but a stain on the office of the president.
Just because he does what he says he will
Doesn’t mean that we should
contribute to the filth.
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4. |
Denihilism
02:51
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Sorry Son, but you’re wrong,
And you know it till you’re dead and gone
Your worship and tribute is not enough to postpone
We’re going to die alone
Another false hope ministry
I won’t apologize because you’re lying to yourself
You won’t deliver me
We’re all going to rot in the same place
No matter what you say; No matter what you say
Your fantasies will never replace
When I’m dead and gone
You shouldn’t care
The ones that loved me will miss me?
Don’t you fucking dare.
Your arguments are invalid; yeah, they’ve got no teeth
I have several eyewitness accounts that say when we die, we turn into sacks of meat
All warfare is based on deception, and our perception depends on that lie.
Promising us paradise to keep us docile, but we all know what happens when we die
No matter what you say; No matter what you say
We’re all going to rot in the same place
Its all the same to me
What you do with my remains when I’m deceased.
But should I really continue to take up space?
I DON’T CARE
Take my pictures down, sell my belongings
I DON’T CARE
You can change the subject of all my stories
I DON’T CARE
Erase any trace of my existence
I DON’T CARE
I’ll rot in the ground if that’s where you want me
I DON’T CARE
We only live just to die? What a nightmare!
Oh, I beg to differ.
It sounds like a nice long rest after a hard day.
Tell me, what could be better?
When I’m dead and gone
You shouldn’t care
The ones that loved me will miss me?
Don’t you fucking dare
Don’t you fucking dare
You’re going to die alone
I’m going to die alone
We’re going to die alone.
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We came to party, but instead we’re censored by our peers
Enjoy the ride, prepare to meet your greatest fears
Your conscience called but there was no one there to answer the phone.
God has forsaken us, so party like your parents aren’t home.
Lie through your teeth, you’re no longer under oath.
We’ll drive hot pokers through the eyes of the holiest ghosts
If heavy metal is blasphemy, well then we’re going to hell
But when I meet the devil, I’ll have nothing left to sell.
You’re several seconds left on the breath before the plunge.
That freezing in your veins is the ocean filling up your lungs.
So keep your books, keep your fairy tales. They’re getting old.
There’s nothing left to do if you want to save your soul.
So praise the lord from the comfort of your home.
Just keep Christ in Christmas, and out of rock n’ roll.
If god gave rock n’ roll to you, well he’s a lying son of a bitch.
He can’t give away what was never his to give.
Grant me serenity to reject the things I cannot change.
We’re faster than fashion when I wear you like bloodstains.
So keep your books, keep your fairy tales. They’re getting old.
There’s nothing left to do if you want to save your soul.
So praise the lord from the comfort of your home.
Just keep Christ in Christmas, and out of rock n’ roll.
When you’re out on your own, and your skin starts to burn.
Your eyes start to blister and your stomach starts to turn.
You attempt to build your church upon this rock n’ roll, but the earth will open up and swallow that fucker whole. Then you’ll know.
So keep your books, keep your fairy tales. They’re getting old.
There’s nothing left to do if you want to save your soul.
So praise the lord from the comfort of your home.
Just keep Christ in Christmas, and out of rock n’ roll.
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Anti-Social Control
02:24
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When I was younger I had friends that I could trust
Likeminded people I could turn to when I’m feeling lost
But now I’m getting older, everyone is moving on
And I can’t blame them because no one wants a pessimist around for very long
But look on the bright side
You’ll never wonder how I’m feeling on the inside
I can’t fake content in spite of everything that’s wrong
I guess that’s why people never want to be around for very long
So what’s next?
I don’t know what you expect
I’m just a constant disappointment with a lack of respect
Most people spent their 20’s making friends and having sex
But I lack the social skills that others use to connect
Its not my fault, my parents left me as a kid;
Ever since I’m only capable of seeming un-relatable;
I prefer self-deprecation over verbal masturbation
Because small talk makes me sick and I can’t give you validation
But look on the bright side;
You’ll never wonder how I’m feeling on the inside.
I can’t fake content in spite of everything that’s wrong
I guess that’s why people never want to be around for very long
Notwithstanding their predictions
I’ve exceeded expectations
I’m alive despite my efforts
But I’m lacking social graces
So its hard for me to understand the scope of my offenses
Until I see your awkward glances and the looks upon your faces
I’m not the man that I wanted to be
But I’d never want you to take pity on me
I am not well-adjusted, but I can be trusted;
To tell you the truth though it leaves you disgusted
There’s no cause for alarm, because I’m probably fine
But what’s the point of existence when you live in exile
So look on the bright side
You’ll never wonder how I’m feeling on the inside
I can’t fake content in spite of everything that’s wrong
I guess that’s why people never want to be around for very long.
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You’re not one to judge.
See, I was raised a broken man’s son with one foot in the grave.
I disagree with your religion, but your choice I respect.
But, can you really say the right to life is worth the neglect?
You petty proselyte, consider the truth when you try to force your antiquated views on our youth.
You’re quick with malice and your morals are not viable.
You're only fooling yourself.
Quit lying to us and insisting you’re concern is for the kids.
Your demiurgic privilege is enough to make me sick.
Oh what a lovely tea party I just wish you had spared me the invite.
You see, I am not the type who is concerned with deception and meritless fights.
Your “morals” are a veiled attempt to subject her to your control.
She is suffering for suffrage and dissolving traditional roles.
You’ve got no god damn problem spending money to create laws that result in starving kids on the street.
Notwithstanding all your lord and savior taught you about, you wouldn't spend a dime to put food in its mouth.
Once the kid is born you lose interest at best.
Even if it’s sucking dope milk from its mother’s breast.
The kid’s an addict it is weak and infirm.
Just as long as Jesus knows the mother carried to term.
Quit lying to yourself and insisting you’re concern is for the kids.
Your demiurgic privilege is enough to make me sick.
We will row through the fog and expose you as a counterfeit.
And we will wade through swamp of your bullshit.
Your religion doesn’t mean we must all subscribe to the gospel of delusions.
I won’t abide.
Don’t you worry, we know the drill.
The thought-picker scourge is moving in for the kill.
So save your breath for your last words.
You better make them profound or voice is never going to be heard.
We are lost, we are dead.
We are pounding on the door, we are starving, we are left unfed.
Your end game will never make sense to me.
From the looks were better off stillborn in the USA.
Stillborn in the USA
Stillborn in the USA
Stillborn in the USA
Wish I was stillborn in the USA.
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8. |
Truth Decay
03:18
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Shadows in bottles, cast into oceans. Casting out despair.
Cashing in cancer for character assassins, but my body is unaware.
I am losing my teeth, and appearances mean everything.
You are bad, but I can’t see your bones.
I have never felt so alone.
Living a lie.
Breathing in dirt.
Waiting to die.
Defeating your assumptions of us.
No different than the wolves that we run from, frothing at the mouth.
Salivating hate. You are the flesh that we masticate.
So it goes. So it goes.
I can see through the dark, I am never going home.
Home is a concept I never could grasp.
The exits are sealed at the Cocoanut Grove.
Living a lie.
Breathing in dirt.
Waiting to die.
Defeating your assumptions of us.
Living a lie.
Breathing in dirt.
Waiting to die.
You asked more.
You asked more.
You asked more than I ever could give.
But the quickest way to a man’s heart is through his fourth and fifth rib.
You asked more.
You asked more.
You asked more than I ever could give.
But the quickest way to a man’s heart is through his fourth and fifth rib.
I would rather die from exposure, than burn to death while I try to fit in.
If I could keep my thoughts in a jar, I would laugh as the onlookers’ faces caved in.
I am losing my touch. I am losing my sense of touch.
I would hold back your hair as you choke on the dust.
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9. |
Angel of Debt
04:31
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The education industrial complex has turned a generation into financial martyrs
They should have been protectors, but laid down their shields in the face of economic marauders
Then they jacked up tuition, and increased admissions, and handed out negligent financial assistance
We should have kept our distance
A life sentence in financial prison
With no hope for an early release
I keep my cash in a canister
‘Cause I’ve got places to be
Her eyes remind me of a panic attack
Or perhaps she is starting to see
That the education finance system
Is an Anti-Intellectual scheme
In loco parentis, they should act as parents, and place our interests ahead of other matters
But they exploit student athletes and cover up assault and let us mortgage our future before we can vote
Then they will leave us in financial ruin
Obscene rental rates and gentrification
We just wanted an education
A life sentence in financial prison
With no hope for an early release;
I keep my cash in a canister
Cause I’ve got places to be
Her eyes remind me of a panic attack
Or perhaps she is starting to see
That they’ll keep the educated suppressed
To protect the aristocracy
I took the road less traveled
To avoid my past
But someone else’s feet have beaten down the path
When the pillars of success turn into monuments of stress
Its hard to use what we have learned to benefit the rest
They’ll bury us in debt to stop political dissent
If we have to work ourselves to death, we can’t voice our contempt
As soon as we’re accepted, we are cattle led to slaughter
We offered up our bank accounts to feed the knowledge-monger
With no one qualified to represent your sons and daughters,
Once again the lenders preyed and left us economic horror
But in retrospect, we’re all incorrect, its all just a waste of time
I can’t take it back, but I wish I could give my younger self advice.
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