1. |
War
01:30
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There’s always gonna be another way
I bet you’re terrified to feel something
You feel nothing
Real
And so
You kill
And tell yourself
It’s just
The way
It goes
When you need the money bad
Licking blood off your hands
it’s fucked
Won’t praise your
War
Not at all
I see it’s just
The distraction that you
Want
Just because
Your poison tongue
Is fucking rotting through your
Jaw
You were losing all your teeth
We were watching you crawl
Try to shove them back in, scrambling
You smile with your mouth shut
So what
Is what
Gets taught, no second
thoughts
Their fucking bodies turned to ash
You were counting them
Up
Human fucking bodies turned to cash
You’ll keep counting it
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2. |
Hatred
01:08
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You were
Too misled to see or hear this shit
For what it is
Hatred
What a disgusting plan
With no surprise it was contrived then revised by
All these disgusting men
Discussing every awful part of their rewrites
Yeah and the effects of it
Are understood, they’re just ignored, and then laughed at
Fascist
You are a piece of shit
You bring no good, and I abhor, your every single breath
Breathe no more
Liar
Speak no more
Defiler
Breathe no more
Racist
Breed no more
Rapist
Take the scissor to seem
Pull it apart
Exposed right in front of you
Got nothin to say yet
Can’t explain it
It’s just hatred
Exposed right in front of you
Nothin you can say when
Ya can’t save it
Just hatred
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3. |
S.O.T.S.
02:04
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Sick of this shit
I’m boiling red
So fuckin over this
Yeah I am
Sick of this shit
I’m fuckin spent
Don’t got a fuckin dime left
Leavin me empty, that’s it
Hating
Waiting
For the relief I won’t get
Knowing
It’s showing
But I can’t help that I’m sick
Taking
Breaking
Every limb you can grab
No more
Hoping
Just know I’m
Sick of this shit
I’m boiling red
So fuckin over this
Yeah I am
Sick of this shit
Time fuckin spent
Don’t got no fuckin time left
Leavin me empty, that’s it
Hating
Waiting
For the relief I won’t get
Knowing
It’s showing
But I can’t help that I’m sick
Taking
Breaking
Every limb you can grab
No more
Hoping
Just know I feel so
Sick
What can you say for yourself?
Content with the mass of life that’s lost
Headlines to ensure you write them off
Forget every breath they never took
Headlines to ensure you write them off
And what for?
What is the point, what for?
It makes me
Sick
It makes me
Sick
Of
The
Shit
Sick
Of
This
Shit
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4. |
Hands Up
01:20
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Hands up
Where are you from?
Hands up
Based off where you come from
Broken system, flashing lights
Broke their wrists so they abide
Couldn’t help them, if you tried
Broken knife in a rifle fight
God damn
No one would make this shit up
I can’t
I couldn’t make this shit up
Hands fucking up
Down on the ground
So they can see what they think that you did
Stay down on the ground
Let them think of the things that you did
It’s been
Chalked up to statistics doesn’t
Make sense
Take away, bullshit you
Force fed
Shoot just for statistics, you don’t
Make sense
How will justice exist?
Not like this
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5. |
Day After Day
01:46
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We’re climbing up a
Crimson tower
It gets blood red at the top cause it
Gives you power
Or at least the illusion you wanted
Day after day after day
Keep losing the grip we couldn’t get
Day after day after day
Knees cracked and broken finger tips
Drag my body with you through the wet paint
Don’t let it dry
Keep the, colors mixed
Or strip them, and reset
You paint your, plastic fist
With a bleeding neck
Neck ripped open and shut
The finish line is the halfway point my
Neck ripped open and shut
This finish line reads
Keep climbing up a
Crimson tower
Or its fucking red from the top cause they
Live off power
Or at least the illusion they wanted
Day after day after day
I keep losing this grip I never had
Day after day after day
Knees cracked and broken fingertips
But who’s behind the door?
Who’s been holding it shut?
Is this even my home?
It’s not
How does this nightmare end?
Cut the chord, cut you short,
Cut you the fuck out
Of my head, no space left
Still crimson
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6. |
Mental Destroyer
01:35
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Mental destroyer
These words will work as a knife
I want to cause you pain
You fucking ruin lives
And why?
Cause you been told that you can
With every time you’ve ever tried and got away with it
I want to rip out your heart
But nothing lives inside you
Systemic coward
Couldn’t wake up so you got nursed
By the powers
That be
Pure evil
Not equal
Pure fucking evil
No rest
Not enough protest
Hopeless
Where is the protest?
Fuck this
This is forever wrong
This is America
You mental destroyer
These words will work as a knife
I want to cause you pain
I need to end your life
And why?
Cause you just think you can do
Anything to anyone, i want to destroy you
Systemic coward
Couldn’t wake up so you got nursed
By the powers
That be
Pure evil
Not equal
Pure fucking evil
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