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No arguments just strawmen tropes and tripe
No ethical consumption of any type
No hope for a head picked before it’s ripe
No chance that’s me we’re gonna fucking fight
Dirty sons of bitches
You want a man to grovel and beg
Fire from cover and hide your head
You want a man to grovel and beg
Fire from cover and hide your head
No arguments just strawmen tropes and tripe
No ethical consumption under a system of any type
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MISSION CRITICAL PRIEST
01:04
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Moral high ground what a novel idea
The new lecture state your goddamn ideal
You scold to control then cop a feel
Brow beat to control the cop in you is real
It’s a gallop into the bloody maw of the new christ
You crooked fucks are building missions just like your grandads
Conquistador it’s your nature
Mission priest it’s your nature
You can’t help yourself
You can’t help yourself
For you it’s not a bug it’s a feature
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UTOPIAN DELUSIONS
01:23
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Your brain in forfeiture
Shit soul made manure
Community as a cure
I’ll show you what it’s for
You and yours that’s all there ever is
Community community that’s fucking dead
Me and mine that’s all there ever is
Your idea of sides that’s fucking dead
And you’ll be dead too
you’ll be dead
Worker ants I take a blowtorch to your colony
Mad at me but you should blame your lobotomy
I didn’t make you a fucking fool
But through the glory of gunpowder
I can have you removed
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SCREENSHOT HARDCORE
03:14
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Litigate language for the benefit of no one
Police discourse for the big payoff of nothing
Words are words I’m a poet they’re worthless trust me
You can read intent be honest about it it’s freeing
When you’re a feckless coward words are your arena
When you’re afraid of conflict words are your ampithetere
Need to be seen and words are the weaklings spotlight
A party for ugly peacocks and words are the invite
Who’s not tired of being told?
By someone they’ve never met?
Who’s not tired of being told?
By sanctimonious fucking tits.
Litigate language for the benefit of no one
Police discourse for the big payoff of nothing
Words are words I’m a poet they’re worthless trust me
You can read intent be honest about it it’s freeing
No chorus just coda
No slogan just context
No chorus just coda
No slogan just context
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