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Kelly Thomas was 37 when he died the other day [or 2011]. Six fucking cops and excessive force crushed his fucking thorax and broke his face. He had a history of mental illness, didn't matter that the man was homeless. Intimidation through a badge and a a gun. You're not a hero, just a bully with a paycheck, cunt. Badge and a gun; badge and a gun; Fuck you! Choking on blood, broken bones in his face, five days of nothing til he finally passed away. This kind of “justice” is not that uncommon, so much that it's actually becoming a problem. Will you give me this? Can I please see that? Motherfucker, got a warrant for that? Feeling nervous in the USA. Feeling nervous from the NSA. Feeling nervous from the CIA and these god damned cops in this fucked up police state. I'm feeling nervous. So fucking nervous. Another trial swept under the rug, police get charges but they meet them with a shrug. Slap on the wrist with a nice long vacation. Blatant violence met with standing ovation. “Will you give me this? Can you give me that?” Motherfucker, got a warrant for that? A coward, a martyr, a pussy behind your badge and a gun. A coward, a martyr.. badge and a gun; badge and a gun; Fuck you!
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Ministry of Truth
01:28
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We're in the age of disinformation, point the finger at a foreign land. Father government protect our nation, take the pen away from foreign hands. If what I'm saying’s “un-American”, Uncle Sam come and strike me down. I wanna find a new way of thinking. Smoke screen propaganda machine! Watch some football, keep on drinking. Smoke screen propaganda machine! Say hello to a brand new Cold War, filter facts so they fit the bill. All in the name of government interest. “Turn off your brain - if you don't we will.” We're in the age of disinformation, say hello to a new cold war. Trading liberties for protection, where does it end? If what I'm saying’s “un-American”, Uncle Sam come and strike me down. I wanna find a new way of thinking. Smoke screen propaganda machine! Watch some football, keep on drinking. Smoke screen propaganda machine! H.R. 5181 Smoke screen propaganda machine! H.R. 5181 Smoke screen propaganda machine!
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Back in the day when the spark was still there, “drink ‘til we die,” cause who fuckin' cares? The crowd is different, yet nothing has changed. I have this feeling that my life is going down the drain. People tell me if I keep this up I'll die. Truth be told, I don't really mind. 'Cause to me happiness is a lie, I want my outside to look just like my insides. I stop and laugh 'cause life's a fuckin' joke. The past is checkered. The future is bleak. I've come no closer to the answers I seek. I’m feeling desperate, I’m close to the end. Pain won't last against a permanent solution. I find a building, the tallest I see. Take the biggest jump and realize I'm free. Before it's over I laugh one more time, suicide’s a relief that's why made it a crime. And one more time I laugh 'cause it's a joke. My mind’s a mess that I can't clean up, I hate everything and everyone sucks. Negative thoughts running through my brain, am I gonna take my life or am I gonna go insane?
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No Long Goodbyes
01:41
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You wear a plastic smile, you say that we’re still friends. I’ve got a message for you: don’t wanna see your face again. Too many nights I’ve wasted thinking what could have been. Our love was overrated, so rest assured, it won’t be missed. Intentions all too clear, we’ve both run out of lies. I’m gonna make out with my beer, so no long goodbyes. Some people clean up quickly, you clean up in a flash. It’s like you never loved me and looking back it makes me laugh. I’ve moved beyond depression, my anger dissipates. Take my words as a lesson: the best revenge is living great. Deep down I hope you fucking die.
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Best 2 out of 3
01:47
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Last time my dick performed for you it wasn't at it's best. From lack of sleep, too many drugs, and plain old fucking stress. I felt the need to prove myself, or at least improve my dong. So I ate this little magic pill to make him big and strong. So baby please, give me my boner pills please. I need some sexual relief before these hormones kill me. Since I took this rhino horn my outlook's not so bad. I do well enough for you to stay, to me it's pretty rad. I know I'm just a side piece ‘til your real boyfriend gets back so let's not waste any time, my dear, let's jump back in the sack. Please, please, you got me on my knees. I can't afford a hooker. I don't want no STDs. I'll take you on a boner ride a sensual vacation. Chasing boner dragons beats the lonely masturbation. So, please.. oh, baby, please. You’ve got me on my fucking knees all I want are my boner pills, please.
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Definition of Success
02:25
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You tell me to just give up, 'cause it's just a pipe dream anyway. I reply back, “Fuck right off!” It's my future, you don't have a say. Don't bring me down all because your dreams disappeared without a trace. Go live your lie while I die with a smile on my fucking face tonight. Nobody told you, you're still gonna die? ‘Cause money’s no good if you’re already dead inside. Take a long look at your life, ask yourself if it was worth the strain. This is my heart, my escape, from this world that causes my disdain. I'd rather be broke and free. I'm not rich and I don't care to be. I play for me, can't you see, I don't fuck with mediocrity. Success is a concept defined in your head. Money's not real when you're already dead inside.
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Anger's One Helluva Drug
02:12
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I hate that I get mad over the smallest speck of shit. I hate that my brain prompts my mood to swing into a fit. I'm sorry if I fucked this up again for me and you, emotions burned into my sleeve, I don't know what the fuck to do. An anger grows inside of me, a cancer to my soul. One day it might get too damn big to keep in my control. Then everyone will cut me out, cause what they heard is true: that I'm completely broken and I don't know what the fuck to do. I don’t know what the fuck to do. So what if I pick fights with friends I've known for many years? So what if I scream at my mother, bringing her to tears? So what if I end up alone because I have no clue, that I'm completely broken and I don't know what the fuck to do. Give me loneliness or give me death. I won't stop ‘til I have no friends or family to help me see that I'm own worst enemy. All of this might be too much for you to stick around. Take off without a second word, escape without a sound. Don't wish it on the ones I love but still they pay the price. Might as well keep moving so I guess this is good-bye.
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2 Party System Blues
01:35
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Held hostage by this two party system, our government yells “Trump or Hillary?” The Stockholm syndrome of politics forces the lesser of two evils to reign supreme. I'm feeling jaded, don't know who to choose. Another victim of the two party system blues. Did you think Bernie Sandwiches would fly in with a cape and save the day? It doesn't matter 'cause now he's in the pockets of Hillary Clinton and the DNC. I'm feeling cheated, the whole thing's a ruse. Another victim of the two party system blues. I want to drown in a bottle of booze. Another victim of the two party system blues. Vote for Trump or Hillary and get more of the same. They're both invested players in this framed up shitty game. The votes don't make a difference now, more so if we don't play. So join me in my ritual and throw your vote away.
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Divine Blackmail
01:26
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Pay a buck every day, suffer clarity the holy way. Grab an E-meter, what've I done? If you have no sins we'll think of some. Over your head we hold this dirt, keeps you in line and funds my church. Under my thumb is where you stay, expose us and you'll fucking pay Extort! Exploit! Enslave! With a smile on our face. Extort! Exploit! Enslave! In our holy embrace. L. Ron Hubbard was a fraud, he lied and cheated to be seen as a god. Dave Miscavige took his place, now he owns Tom Cruise and Isaac Hayes. Celebrities will spread my fame, divine blackmail is what's to blame. I'll use their status to feed my lies and open up their fucking eyes.
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Feel sorry for yourself, so you dry your tears with money. Cancel every fucking tour, I bet you think it's funny.. to rip off all your band mates like you rip off all your fans. Too many people stand by you, they just can't understand. Morrissey's a fucking cunt! Force beliefs down all the throats of everyone you can. Let's be depressed in unison and hold each other’s hands. Casually a racist, but still you get a pass? Cry into a microphone and rake in all the cash. Morrissey's a fucking cunt! Your ego is inflated, it's bigger than your hair. Cut off by your record deal, career in disrepair. I hate your shitty music, I can't wait ‘til you’re gone. Wish I could see your stupid face when you hear this fucking song.
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New Age Axis
01:50
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[Duterte, Philippines] “Lock and load, it's time to go hunting. Wash the streets in drug addict's blood. Find the faggots and send em running.” Running won't stop ‘til they're dead in the mud. New age for the new world axis. Old views for the new world fascists. [Putin, Russia] Religious freedom, to pray to the state. Don't question what your government does. Disobey, and you'll meet your fate. Trace the money back to Putin's gloves. [Trump/Pence, USA] A woman's choice, decided by men. Trump's getting fisted by Mike Pence. Buy a wall when we can't afford a fence. Buy more guns when we can't afford the fucking rent. The new age axis.
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My Anathema
03:40
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It does no justice to denounce you by song, the way you invalidate my rights and your wrongs. You can't disguise your outrageous lies. May the power you stain keep your suffering painfully long. There's new detection of moral defection. Dead bodies black and brown fell ill to social infection, Bubonic pestilence, black death gets a nice paycheck. Collect your fucking leave, no compensation for the ones that grieve. It does no justice to denounce you by song, the way you invalidate my rights and your wrongs. You can't disguise your outrageous lies, may the power you stain keep your suffering painfully long. Oh, this heartless anathema. I curse the higher ground that taints your point of view. Oh, this heartless anathema. Fuck your authority and the hell you’ve put me through. The future I make isn't yours to take, so I carry the burden of this contract, my sake soul. I send your soul among ancient horrors long unsung and speak your name in an wicked forgotten tongue.
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Hard Pipe Hitters Las Vegas, Nevada
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