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Nithing Pole
03:52
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Sickle of Gold
Trickle of Blood
Nithing Pole
Aligned with the sun
provides a gruesome feast for the flies
Spit it spins with haunches of meat
fangs drip with gristle and grease
sparks join stars in the sky
forest peace cut by a shriek
arcane rhythm cut by cacophony
Arrows bullets bombs and drones might makes right
Slash and burn and praise the corn adapt or die
Priests and kings and presidents submit and you'll be saved
Printing press and the oculus rift god is change
The socketless eyes of the horses head
judge the living and the dead
a child spared is forced to accept
the lies that laid his parents to rest
through lineage a curse descends
fall as you rise the fate of all men
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Pretty Cemetery
02:09
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You ain't no missionary
you ain't no visionary
you ain't even a little scary
Pretty Little Cemetery
I'm not dying
in the way I'd like to be
I got into hiding
when I skip around merrily
Please pity pretty princess
pray purchase pucker up
shit piss kiss fist
salivate for salvation
There's no saving grace
I don't feel the same
I don't feel I've changed
Molding masks to save my face
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Satyr’s Crown
03:06
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Wheels dead spun in the same mud rut
Poison trickles up to my head from my gut
Nerves gunshot fathers blood clot rotting in my veins
Robbed of my will doomed to fulfill my genetic fate
Wilds call comes canned from a cold steel vat
Howl to a neon moon then collapse on plastic grass
Rail tire fires heaps of tires and a bed of broken glass
Awaken to this fever dream keep picking these old sickly scabs
And if I am destined for this
Half life of decay I'll
Leave a trail of desolate mirth in my wake
Paragon of vice
Lay the satyr's crown on my brow
Every drink an oath
Every toke a vow
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Null Set
02:22
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I'd raise a glass to salute you my friend
The water's fucking poison and we've got a drinking problem
Come together in revelry with friends new and old
Booze keeps us complacent and the conversation light
Network of allies in the palm of my hand
There's literally people dying for the minerals in your smartphone
Touring around the world to spread our message of hope
Buying gas from the corporations we oppose
Playing a show in the hip part of town
It wasn't so hip until they drove the poor folks out
It's a safe space all inclusive community
Everyone who's here is middle class and white
Substitute with tempeh seitan and tofu
Roundup ready soy beans eroding the soil
No faith in system a vote is submission
Now a fucking fascist is making the decisions
Trapped in a labyrinth of moral ambiguity where there's no such thing as victimless choice
Lend your voice to the choir or be paralyzed by remorse
Learn to forgive, we're all trying to live
Beliefs set in stone are sure to drag you down with them
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Apocolypto
02:52
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A winged serpent God called me to this cactus
To erect temples to the glory of life fueled by death
Soil most fertile when soaked in blood
Sustenance reaped from the holy mud
Rituals of violence bring biding peace
Till our Gods return and grant us sweet release
Conquer the land
Lord guides my hand
King wants their gold
Lord wants their soul
Land we were granted
Hands built these altars
Golden sun, golden maize
Souls of our elders returned
Guided by the will of the divine
Finally, Prophecy
Our true Gods have arrived, save our lives, set us forever free
Heathens thee, disbelief
My mission is written, my vision, my wrath is unleashed
I'm your God I'm your reckoning
the Holy Spirit has cum inside me
Taste the fallacy of the Lord with the longest sword
I'll rip out your beating heart
Serrated Obsidian shard
Taste the sin in the blood of those who were wrong all along
About the image of God
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Property
03:40
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Human Resource
03:52
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Another boulder rolls down the mountain
As the serpent eats its tail
Shit in the water shit out more children
Skipping rope with the earth's entrails
As by Malthus foretold unchecked expansion in a finite world
The center cannot hold
The center cannot hold
You deserve to be more than a human resource
You don't wanna be there when nature takes its course
Eating from your feedbag blinders on just like a good workhorse
But it's a pretty steep cliff you're dragging this wagon towards
Society in freefall convinced that its flying
Just cause you draw breath doesn't mean you're not dying
Surprise and denial, oh we tried you'll say
The status quo meant more than the price others pay
Class war's about more than standard of living
Its hollow stuffed technocrats short sighted thinking
They mechanize labor till we fight over scraps
Then shrug at the effects of their industrial mishaps
Only race on their mind is the one for the dollar
But they foster xenophobia divide and conquer
Tear it down
Balanced on a knifes edge
A hairs breadth from the precipice
The sword of Damascus will fall regardless of acknowledgement
A bunch of frogs in a boiling pot scoff at the existence of a stovetop
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Point Of You
02:51
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Everybody's got soapboxes in their back pockets
Umbilical links to power sockets
Acting so shocked at the slow progress of their causes
As if virtual words could descend like rockets
Identity age has given way to wage slaves that crave the stage
Construct them from the confines of an online cage
The only book you reads a feed on a screen filled with meaningless drivel
Your brain lies shriveled
All these glass house stone throwing saints
Every acquaintance a prophet self proclaimed
If Sisyphus gets sick of this his mission will be stolen
Throwin' hissy fits and sippin' fifths it get our own ball rollin'
Sissies piss in the abyss thinkin' this is how we get growin'
The seeds of our beliefs finally feigning fruition
Siftin' through the symptoms searchin' for human conditions
But the cancer surrounds
No answer is found
No stance is profound
Just dance to the loudest sound
What we got's monotony
Rottin' for monopoly
Zombies of technology
Trottin' towards the top of the
Cliff but we miss the whole point of view
This shit is a diss on the whole point of you
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Social Ghost
02:58
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Sharp dressed man armed to teeth with the dancin' shoes
Movin' through the room in my tailor made costume
So many hats to wear and boy they all fit fine
You say you like my style but this design it wasn't mine
Who I am all depends on the way these devils dress me
My whole persona rest on the social ghost what possessed me
Behind the scenes of these tiny screens there's a story tellin' me
There's a little whisper
Creepin' through my head
Devil on my shoulder
Tells me who I am
Well it doesn't really matter what I do or what I say
You don't really know me, just the roll I play
Who I am all depends on the way theses devils dress me
my whole persona rest on the social ghost what possessed me
behind the scenes of these tiny screens there's a story tellin' me
We're all just actors here to play out this little scene
Our dialogue dictated by who we are supposedly
This character is fictional, and the director ain't here to help
Every time I get to know myself I become someone else
Who I am all depends on the way theses devils dress me
My whole persona rest on the social ghost what possessed me
Behind the scenes of these tiny screens there's a story tellin' me
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Glimpse
03:24
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Every moment is a picture
Captured at infinite angles
A poem penned for purpose beyond meaning or measure
With each breath we battle in a war to be remembered
Martyrs for the art in a graveyard
Of memories and moments and poems
They die with me
Will they rest in peace
Or be resurrected in grief
From deceptions of memory
That these fits of love they last forever
Now hollow and weak
Connections stretched thin by time
Faulty design in the fault lines of the mind
We grasp to seek meaning in a language that flows
Around exhausted exhales of words purged through the silence
Talismans hold the place
Of a time lost in space
A feeling that can't be placed or defined
What surrounds resounds with the hints that we find within
And the feeling is fleeting
A fickle flicker in the void
The great dance, the cosmic paradox
Searching and struggling to capture this holy moment
With constricted eyes
Exposed to the light
Glimpse of the divine
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Fuck Edward Bernays
03:00
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I am at ease with myself
The only human nature is the one that we create
But there's a story told by liars and thieves
Primitive desires, fight fuck and eat
Perpetuating violence and greed
They've got Gods and guns and gears to grind you up
Exploiting what you fear exploiting what you love
Conquer, divide, demand to stand in line
Marketing of the unconscious mind
Pleasure yourself to your own dirty reflection
Common identity and pre-paid connection
"not me! I'm unique"
But your paying for your mass produced individuality
You can't kill what you can't see
You can't kill what you can't see
There's a police man in all of us that must be destroyed
But you can't kill what you can't see
Daddy knows what's best
Don't make me get the belt
It's the latest trending fashion
With which to hang yourself
Officer, I've been bad, I've had impure thought
Teach me a lesson, please spank me raw,
Oh, harder, harder, harder
You can't kill what you can't see
You can't kill what you can't see
There's a police man in all of us that must be destroyed
But you can't kill what you can't see
These behaviors are contrived
Meticulously designed
To make you buy
Make you buy
Make you good, buy
Good, buy
Good bye
Goodbye
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12. |
Possession
03:10
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