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Black Bag Dreams
03:12
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I dreamed dystopic visions
Bodies piled in the ground
I dreamed a torture prison
Bloody, vicious all around
I dreamed of broken promise
Head encased in black bag shell
And I dreamed I hung myself
From the closet coat rack with a belt
But its only dreams
I dreamed despotic traditions
Poison dripping from the mouth
I dreamed they sold religion
And billed the prophet for the crown
I dreamed I'd never met you
But I knew you very well
And I dreamed some superstition
That history repeats itself
But its only dreams
Waking dreams
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2. |
Cut It Up
02:33
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They feed em lies and premonitions
Blind devotion through repetition
Meanwhile their opposition
Picks apart its own convictions
Cut it up like street heroin
The more diluted, the less you're feeling
Divide and conquer has no meaning
If we can't even triage our bleeding
Peace be upon you
"Take me where the air is clear
I don't really know where but I know its not here and"
We're in a cloud of short divisions
They're feeding off of our attrition
Cut it up like a goose-chase mission
Like you get paid for each hair you're splitting
The moral high-grounds got us lifted
We might be floating, we could be dead
Peace be
Peace be
Piss be upon you
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3. |
Personal Branding
03:24
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Half-shaved head
Enamel pin teeth
Tattoos on the eyeballs
Nihilism in the cheeks
Gimmie my gimmie my drugs back
Give me my disease
You don't know what this feels like
You can't see what I see
Denim skin
Nostril hairs dyed pink
Meaningless symbols
Sucked into a screen
Gimmie my gimmie my drugs back
Give me my disease
I wanna be numb when the war comes
So I don't notice you bleed
Sell yourself
Sell your body
If you sell your soul
Sell it for cheap
Never coming back
We're never coming back
We're never coming back from this
We're never coming back
Sell yourself
Sell your body
If you sell your soul
Sell it for cheap
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4. |
The Disinformation Age
04:43
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Algorithms twist your mind
Designed to disinform you
Based on the things you like
So you won't see it coming
War is coming down the line
So what'll you do when you come to
And its banging on your door?
And you have nowhere to hide
They're in the wrong place, at the wrong time
Wash your hands of it and stand in line (x3)
Those who wade in sewer lines
Those who hang the letters on
The mega-church signs
They know not what they do
Those who run to anyone
Who will tell them their beliefs are just
No matter how monstrous
They use you like a tool
They're in the right place at the right time
Wash your hands of it and stand in line (x3)
Money talks subversively
The final goal of thought control
Is you don't know its happening
Now you worship the wealthy
Distraction is the party line
And double speak the currency
For shaping how you think
They'll sell you while you sleep
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Chumble Spuzz 2
03:49
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Inflorescence burst like volcanos
Where my grandparents play cards in their graves
Trying to ignore the errors of their ways
But I won't give quarter anymore
I can't deny that my blood is guilty
But I am not your enemy
End destruction
End conflict for
The protection of the high born
Burn their riches
And smash their castle
Make them see that they live among us now
I often wonder what its like in their heads
Fleeting power breeds paranoia
The air is putrid all around them
They're pleasure hungry and full of greed
They dream to pacify the masses
They can't see that nothings as it seems
End destruction
End conflict for
The protection of the high born
Burn their riches
And smash their castle
Make them see that they live among us now
They live among us now
They live among us now
They live among us now
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