1. |
Filth Survives
03:40
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A broken visage glances back through the glass
Peeling away at it's dissipating skin
Searching for the piece it knows it'll never find
It waits
It wavers
It cries out
Accepting
That everything
We do will be
Repurposed
Revisionists rebranding hymns of the past
At the behest of the coin
Content to remain thieves
Rendered where only filth survives
Depraved
No edge to the cut of their teeth
Stripping faces
Bled from the husk until only
Filth survives
Or is wiped from the earth
What
Do you get
From hearing the same songs
Stolen a thousand
Times
Do you fear
Your ego adrift
Lost in a plastic world
Where you get
No
Say
In what
They
Take
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2. |
Spies
04:33
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Ready to prove it's not a disguise
Ready to pull the mask from their eyes
Ready to prove it's not a disguise
Ready to pull the mask from their eyes
Dress yourself in the garb of whoever's got the edge
Actions run by egos unrepentant and unrestrained
cowards resigning faith to entropy
Artificial convictions gladly cast aside
The moment they see what they need
Is just over the line
So give in to the ones who would
Rather see all of us dead,
distort your own rhetoric
Then vomit it out at the world
Ready to pull the mask from their eyes
(Ready to pull this plug and just die)
You're just traitors, you're not fucking spies
Spineless traitors convinced by your own lies
I've seen you admit it
God damned brainwashed fucking scabs
Selling out for what?
Opportunistic fucking worms
Nothing that you say means anything
No, there's no bailing out
No, there's nothing else to do
The ones who sold your skin
Are waiting to put a bullet into your head
No
I guess you don't fear the damage that comes from towing the line
You just hide
No
No matter how many times
You rebrand yourself, you're still unable to hide
No disguise
Remorselessly standing by
While we're drowning neck deep in fascist decline
And you won't even try
What else is there to do
If every choice we have just leads to death
But what else can we do to survive
No, there's no bailing out
No, there's nothing else to do
The ones who sold your skin
Are waiting to put a bullet into your head.
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3. |
Words Like Slaughter
02:34
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Until
Heads roll
Nothing
Will change
It's great
I love waking up every day
To work so we can fund
Global destruction and colonization
The joys of an empire in decline
When
you ask me
Why I'm so depressed
Maybe it's
because i was told
That I can't use
Words like slaughter
To describe the
Guiltless Murder
Of 14,000 kids
Until
Heads roll
Nothing
Can change
Reject
Revolt
Or there will be
No fucking peace
And no, no I'm not fine
I'm still looking for ways
To shove the guilt and panic
Deep inside
To pretend I don't care
While the world melts around me
But the price of indifference
Is endless war and death
Until
Heads Roll
Nothing
Will change
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4. |
Useful Fictions
03:46
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5. |
Ad Nauseam
03:33
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Am I a spectacle
or just a Spectator?
Am I even the one who's
In control?
What is all of this
If not a show?
where Im expected to
Endlessly Produce
ad nauseam
only content
If we're not content
only content
When I'm spiraling
When beauty has been stripped
From every part of the world
And the cattle prod that provokes you
Goes deeper still
When nothing feels profound
And everything is fucked
And all that we can do
Is become part of the horror show
Only content
When were not
content
only content
When were not
content
We can't end the nightmare
Or even explain it
Keep pulling our strings
So they lay tight across our neck
When beauty has been stripped
From everything around you
what can fill the disconnect?
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