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No Frauds No Bastards
01:07
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The force- of perpetuation
The face- of a racist nation
A toast- to our ruination
Fuck you- who can look away
Fuck you- go about your day
Fuck you- as we rot in chains
Your blink eye keeps this alive
A title to enslave
At birth you are engraved
A box with no escape
A wage slave to the grave
SOS with no reply
Hierarchy institutionalized
Hide behind your favorite alibi
Make room for their bias to infect
There's no space for hate
Gang green's spreading amputate
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There are always these things to do
They look much easier for you
Present a smile, keep eye contact
You don't know how much work it takes to just relax
So there were things to fucking doI just wanted to follow through
Every day built upon the last
Blemishes on my epitaph
I turned my back
On everything I know
A different path
As above simply not below
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3. |
The Opposition Party
00:40
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Rip it all apart
Everything you hate
Decondition to the start
Eviscerate the ingrained
Cut the fucking chains
Cut your fucking chains
Define this moment
Non on what's broken
Reciprocate the unspoken status quo
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4. |
I'll Make You Famous
01:10
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I don't have a name
Chemicals nurture pain
Ascent to start each day
Work my way back down when it's time to go away
I'll never understand this cloud over me
Rain outside of my door, always out of reach
A dependent I can't claim, a voice without a name
Influence out of control, while I watch from below
The contract's in ink and out of my control
Breathing is falling
The judgment's on vinyl and I can't return
So I keep falling
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5. |
Mission Accomplished
01:20
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To break the mold
Would mean giving up what you hold so dear
The comfort of your seat at my expense
We both have rights as long as I adhere
The classes need distinction
To preserve your benediction
You're at the top alone
Hard to let go
To each according to- how much you bleed
I wasn't born to be the state's savior sibling
I tried to look through your lens
but I don't understand
How you just see a product
Denial's not a plan
To each according to, how much you bleed
I hope I don't get sick today
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6. |
Commodify
01:44
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I grew up in violence
Knowing any day this all could end
Everyone stays silent
Conditioned to harbor within
To each, their own
Doesn't mean, everyone for themselves
Everything doesn't fit on a shelf
We reach, alone
You used me
For security
The blood you spilled killed me
A series of zero sum people leaves me numb
When I open I should give up
You sed me
A brief vulnerability
Blind to the violence
from someone you love
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7. |
Rape Culture
01:15
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Oh it's just boys being boys
We've all known him for years
He said there wasn't foul play
She shouldn't have dressed that way
How much did she drink that night
Her story doesn't sound right
Denial of the sadofascist psychopathic nature
Loss of support as the audience grows
A culture bred that we've given a home
An atmosphere that was built to advocate
45 taught the hive to keep alive
A privilege trained in you
Something you learned
And when given a chance
Your true colors return
Punch that fucker in the face
The mob will rise
Avenge your lies
So you feel the pain
Survivors feel every day
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8. |
Tsar Bomba
01:09
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Pull it out put it on the table
In the name of freedom conquer and disable
A pissing contest across the map
Ignore the bodies while another well is tapped
The mother of all cons
Serpientes Unidos
Cut a chain, block a pipe, break a drill
Stop everything the colonists use to kill
What's been done in the name of conquest
Forever echoes through the greed of the West
The mother of all gods
Serpientes Unidos
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Play Fucking Faster
01:00
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The same mistakes
Daily routine of pain
A crushing weight
Something I can't contain
Another mask
Losing the face behind
Who I become
When I am paralyzed
What is it like to be ok
I pray for sleep to escape the day
A dark accomplice till the day I die
No time to breath fighting for your life
I don't know any other way
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10. |
No Longer Refrain
01:22
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Pissing it all away
The static tolerates
I tried to break away but started over
Looking back from an ashtray
And life is beautiful
Living is pain
Fruitless attempts to slow
Circling the drain
Braved the storm and lived to tell
Back from that hole
Deception of control
A vision rather than a dream
of a different life
Somewhere else
Someone else
Where is the refrain
Pissing it all away
Burn through another day
I try to break away but start back over
Looking back from an ashtray
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