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Dirt Merchant
01:47
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Dirt Merchant
Pulling your strings making you walk (possessor)
Hand in your throat making you talk (obsessor)
They’ve got you obsessed with protecting 'your' freedom
That no one is taking away
Bad media diet’s got you nursing a paranoid brain
(In the belly of the beast facts have no place)
Toxic messaging
Theater of the mind
You signed the deed for this scorched earth
So much for your “simpler times”
(Possessor)
(Obsessor)
You are an easy target for the possessors
Bought and sold
Sycophantic submission to what you’re told
(Possessor)
We’re doomed
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2. |
A Thinning Herd
01:52
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A Thinning Herd
Self preservation evaporation
The party line before your own life
(No patience)
For depraved self-indifference
(No time left)
For the rats of today
Survival instinct extinct
The party lied now say goodbye
Rats of today
Perpetuating this avoidable plague
If you had some self awareness and a little bit of pride
You’d do us all a favor and
Crawl back in your hole and quietly die
Leave a stack of internet research for us to remember you by
Yeah you’ve got your reasons
'Your' precious freedom
Your star-spangled casket empty
To the incinerator with your body
You only die once
For people like you that’s not enough
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Rust
03:22
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Rust
That fear of nothingness
You’ll know it when there’s no one left
That cold doubt kept creeping in
To the warm places you thought weren’t exposed
And yet nothing changes
Still remains
Addicted to stimulus
Or anything closely resembling it
Afraid to pull back the curtain
Peer into the abyss
Fear crippled all of the plans you made
You’re a failure to even exist
And yet nothing changes
Still remains
NOTHING CHANGES
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4. |
Boil Everything
02:51
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Boil Everything
A black cloud raining broken mirrors
The same old vertical line to mark every year
And a gun at your back holding you here
It's a new day
Same cold feeling
Ringings getting worse
And I'm not sleeping
Senses off
Got me believing
Bullshit lies from the TV
Goddamn regret
I still hug the walls
I still keep my head down
No one to call on the free payphone
You'll get so desperate you'll start to pray
Goddamn regret (x2)
And it's only ten AM and I'm already ready again
Stalked by misfortune
Haunted by what could have been
Hope means nothing
Without the means to an end
Not viable
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5. |
Moderate Sedation
03:29
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Moderate Sedation
In the day we bleed it out in the dark
Can't run away from this nightmare
Back to the mine
You're on company time
Whites of their eyes
We're all victims of the same broken lie
Drain your blood
Crush your bones
Starve you blind
Until you're weaponized to defend the oppressing class
Got what you want
Got what you need
Got your pathetic fix
Leave it to me
And keep coming back for more
Vampire mind control
Favors for favors
A friendly hand on your back
Shoving you along
Into the void
If only for survival
A steady diet of fear, bread and water for all
And keep coming back for more
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