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Freemasons
04:01
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God damn these people
God damn this state
God damn this life
I’d build my own
But I don’t have the tools
Or the time
Or the interest
Live alone
Never speak
Sleep forever
Fuck it
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2. |
Ode to Short Fuses
03:18
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Generations of progress
Decades of civility
Eons of evolution
Still all we do is
Scream and yell and bitch and groan and shit and howl and piss and moan and fuck
We’re nothing more than bellowing gorillas with short, straight blonde hair
Beating our chests at every manager we see
So much entitled degeneracy
Just scream and yell and bitch and groan and shit and howl and piss and moan and fuck
And now you know the answer
Of how much a man can take
Before your pissing matches
Finally take hold and light that fuse
And you never know when the long fuse blows 😉
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3. |
Membershit
02:07
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What does it take to be a member
What do you want from me
Hide away the piss
Relieve yourself of the blame
And you’ll never have to feel guilty
What does it take to be a member
Besides all the apathy
Shunning all the outcasts
Lack of damage control
Redefining the meaning of free
The only way to keep them loving is to suck their dicks like you owe them money
It’s an endless ride where you’re never secure
One slight objection and you’re out the fucking door
You’ll talk to anyone just to cure the itch
Better hope them high school cliques don’t make you their bitch
FUCKING
WORTHLESS
BULLSHIT
CLIQUES
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4. |
Daily Affirmation
02:42
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Burn yourself to the ground
No one will put you out
Waste your time
Waste your life
In service to whom you despise
Claw away at each day
Until your hand’s a bloody stump
Fuck the toll
Drink it all
You won’t survive the fall
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5. |
Fake Names
03:53
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Playing all these bars
Counting all these stars
People are just stairs
And someone’s got to fall
The need to create
Always takes second place
Stunt your own growth
Endlessly shill and debase
Endless simping, endless playing, begging to be seen
Desperate longing for mentions in a local magazine
This fucking music bullshit’s never for the lame and meek
Cause everything’s a business and I’m putting in my two weeks
Putting on fake names
Cause you have to play the game
For a taste of validation
You can’t give yourself without fame
But it’s funny how I bleat
Words coming from a deadbeat
Who saw fit to name his own project
After a fucking street
You wanted to be known
Well fucker, now you are
It’s 2am and you still can’t go home
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6. |
Dissociative
04:19
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Nothing will be enough
I’ve spent the last five years
Walking on already broken eggshells
For an end I knew wasn’t there
You decided I don’t deserve a home
For minor transgressions
Exploding over the smallest grievance
No answer is acceptable
A complete lack of perspective
Fuck your “tough love”
There’s only apathy and bitterness
Weak, childlike reality
Nothing will be enough
No breaking of the endless cycle
No matter what I could not factor
Even slightly in your life
I have become all I hate in others
There is no future
My life is a limping, whining dog
Take it out back
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7. |
Cosmic Shrug
02:46
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The choices you make are not your own
The choices you make are not your own
The choices you make are not your own
Pissing on someone else’s tombstone
Annihilate yourself
Tear down what you’ve built
Before others do it for you
Take control
Phantoms wait for you to show
Feeding off of your denial
Bellies filling up with bile
Screaming curses in your ear
Annihilate yourself
Tear down what you’ve built
Before others do it for you
Take control of your destruction
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It’s someone else’s fault for what you do
By living, they provoke you
To defend what you don’t understand
Showing off your gun collection
Antagonize to get attention
Praying for blood on your hands
And everyone’s a fucking tard because you hate to be wrong
(I know how you work)
And everyone is telling lies and they’re making you fall
(I know how you work)
Sad incel trolling baiters
Weak minded adjudicators
Double down, become the clown
Everything you are is fake
Useless slogans with no meaning
Just random words that sound appealing
We go one, we go all off the cliff
You can tie anything to anything
Have it mean anything you want
In your constipated, ratfucking reality
More and more are left screaming and
More and more are left bleeding
While pseudointellectuals
Shoot their guns and start screeching about
How the corpses are violent
As the faithful stand there cheering
Not giving a single shit
About the gun pointed at the back of their heads
You can say anything when no one’s listening
But you know they’ll start listening
And then they’ll start acting
And when that ticking clock strikes midnight
We know you’ll say nothing
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9. |
Catharsis Addiction
06:17
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We only build things to watch them fall apart
You want to burn it all before it even starts
Just so you can walk into the open fire
As constant epiphany becomes your sole desire
Pity won’t make you feel less alone
Pity won’t make you feel less alone
All for the high of feeling low
And now you’re there again
Do you fucking feel better now?
Now everyone you know is alienated and let down
But you know just the thing to turn your whole life around
If that plan doesn’t work, you know the next one will
Until time is the only thing that you have left to kill
Now you’ve discovered the truth
Now you’ve discovered the truth
Why you do what you do
And how it’s not all you
Do you fucking feel better now?
When you feel the excess
Everything else feels bland
Kill off your solipsism
And run while you still can
There is more than this
There is always more than this
You need to break out of this
Do you fucking feel better now?
Because I do
The purge is through
I will outlive you
All'alba, vincerò
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