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Abstinence works for me, not for them
Intolerance, far worse things? This makes no sense Get high on me and mine Take the poison Raise a voice? The art of making noise Attacking stance? Fist in face for personal choice So witless? self, self, self. Take the poison Two polluting lifestyle doctrines in defense Re-assess the threats to well-being Re-direct And clear your heads Dialogue (is a) powerful drug? (not) verbal poison Abstinence works for me, not for them. Intolerance, far worse things? this makes no sense Take the poison |
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Next on the list?
Such a smug parasite Snug in the comfort zone We stepped back and watched while you violated our effects, our spirits, our souls Opportunist scum, think you're so immune? Opportunist scum, we yearn to see you removed. Opportunist scum, truly spineless cunt. Opportunist scum, basks in his loathsome glow. Where once I was passive, I'm ready to snap. A pound of flesh for those that you've taken That smiling surround can't shield you forever When it slips, we'll be there to fuck your world! A slap in the face A slap in the face Don't turn your back, don't lower your guard Or assume you're safe around fellow sharks 'cause when I catch that patronizing smirk (It) strengthens my will to smash your worthless bulk A slap in the face A slap in the face A slap in the face Goodbye to logic for this necessary justice [x 2] |
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Everything fits nicely into place
Higher powers take the lead Middleman sit, pondering his worth One great scheme to stem (the) objective urge Decision-making and power playing One up-manship Show of hands to clasp the myth Vote in a new scourge Everything fits nicely into place Higher powers take the lead Issues are decided before we've a chance to think And moral high ground wins the day again Decision-making and power playing principles spurned Show of hands to clasp the myth Favors for my friends it's a constitutional hell where they pontificate and yell Where etiquette outplays integrity It's a constitutional hell Everything fits nicely into place higher powers take the lead Sleeping giants show their real worth I'll sum up on all the good you've done this earth... ...Nothing |
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The rats on/ this earth/ have nothing on you
An insult/ to those which/ crawl the sewers Devourer, plunderer, deceptor Sniff out a/ scheme/ and leave the scraps behind Voracious, insatiable? A nose attuned to greed Devourer, plunderer, deceptor Evade all traps and come out gnashing, snarling, gnashing, snarling! Disguises are many Media pawn or man on the street They'll scavenge your emotions and leave you diseased They'd steal a last possession And smile as you concede Devourer, plunderer, deceptor |
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Mitch Harris, Jesse Pintado
Speculate freely Begrudge me intensely Lacking a conscience Lacking intelligence Lesser than nothing Lower than everything As you drain our vitality to a mundane reality A form of therapy without compensation A vague psychology Free from obligation. Intercept the negligence Accept the consequence Amongst Barbaria Mass hysteria Opposite in a sign to abide when the future is ours to decide We continue to watch and observe Just to find out what purpose it serves Paralysed ? A spectacle / for all to see Hapiness within our grasp, but out of reach Volume of neglect forcibly expressed Volume of neglect forcibly expressed Devastate a silhouette ? Calm and serene Abandon / a systematic insane routine Volume of neglect forcibly expressed Volume of neglect forcibly expressed Opposite in a sign to abide when the future is ours to decide We continue to watch and observe Just to find out what purpose it serves |
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Serve my head on a plate
Pulp my heart with ill will I did trust you, led to lust you, to be duped Thanks for fucking nothing! Serve my head on a plate Pulp my heart with ill will Sensed a mystique, turned to spent air? Killed it dead Thanks for fucking nothing Scraped the depths to salvage something Thanks for fucking nothing Drained my all, then dropped the bombshell True, we were not joined/ our every feature spliced Though you rushed in and took a lead Three words spouted This contagion crossed all divides caused a shift in protective focus Three words flouted Untimely end, I should've clicked? a sensory cut-out A spoiling of the harmony, of which we were about I don't despise or demonize, but I just know your form Walk right out and move along, and leap before you look Thanks for fucking nothing! |
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Blunt/ on the cuttong/ edge!
This is stylistic disaster Or so I'm told Won't meet your estimations Do well to fold Can't keep up to the dummy run Am I redundant? Nice and neat (with a) sideline in grief I'll stay unkempt A real cutting edge is th scourge of the norm For all the angst, you're tantrum-fuelled dolls Abrasiveness a convenience Sell for a score Come up clean doing the dirty Cut and run, then dissolve Mould in motion See straight through Transparent you A real cuting edge is the scourge of the norm For all the angst, you're tantrum-fuelled dolls I'm blunted, I'm blunted on the cutting edge Sharpness diminished through truth to myself I'm rusted, I'm rusted on the cutting edge Sight-lines cloud over when met with pretence Together. Drop the act! Drop the act! I'm blunted, I'm blunted on the cutting edge Sharpness diminished through truth to myself I'm rusted, I'm rusted on the cuting edge Sight-lines cloud over when met with pretence Drop the act! Drop the act! |
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So drawn? I warm to the fire in their hearts
This ain't romantic gesturing It's a hand to head the charge To the indifference of the preening, idle rich Such champions are cancerous, tumours in the gut of affluent bliss Why let these scab observers tag them trouble-makers? It's naive? You're on a leash. This is the cure for their common complaint (x2, second time scream) Ditch the gullibility Strike 'til the green runs dry bring them to their knees Or squander as they thrive Reject the cure for their common complaint (x2, second time scream) On break, Agitate! Hoist those standards, arm in arm Walk the walk and talk the talk Agitate! Agitate! Agitate! |
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Cloaks of sickness/ keeping us sweet
Delusional blackness/ fictional madness Visionary blackness/ traps are set Revolving mind-doors/ conspiring our downfall Which came first? The lies or deceit? Why did the suffering cross the divide? The dealer sold his soul/ to hide And left us on the other side The business lessons for which we burn Desolate loops in which we turn Saga of fools, a voyage of trust No contracts bound Gathering dust Which came first? The secret or the crime? Where does the loyalty cross the line? The dealer sold his soul to hide And left us on the other side Tranquilize our denial Vengeance is mine Capitalize/ on regret Kick aside what aspires Vengeance is ours Our defence won't expire Eat the shit with a smile/ don't be frail Our word is bound Face the wall; fill the mould that we take And break with our hands Sign the line; it's your life Don't be squeamish Take the time, taste the sweat Choke back your tongue Mechanics, mechanics, mechanics of deceit Glorified, butchered, bathed in malice Sign the line; it's your life Don't be squeamish Take the time, taste the sweat Choke back your tongue at the shit with a smile, don't be frail Our word is bound Face the wall; fill the mould that we take And break with our hands Mechanics of deceit (x3) Tranquilize our denial Vengeance is mine capitalize on regret Kick aside what aspires Vengeance is ours Our defence won't expire--so beware! |
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Battered frantic, dressed in tragedy
Reach the point where time caught up, why me? Paths we chose, the sorrows we cause It's all forgotten instantly as pain calls Just a fracture in the equation of designs Self-destructure drawing out life Neutral unknown, a nervous calm Answers tactically arranged--stalling time Just a fracture in the equation of designs Self-destructure drawing on life Second chance |
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