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Losers can't be choosers
03:08
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You win I loose, I get it you woke up way to soon
but bullets might get bit twice before the end of this life.
You eat cake I eat dirt there's only one does the work. I'm not gonna rectify this pie I'm taking mine, I'm taking mine.
Who wants to die in the sunlight? Not I, it's too bright I'm not here to advertise.
You became an astronaut, the police man helped me grow up. You sit in the shade, shady people give me what I crave. Losers can't be choosers, consent is made in a factory where they get paid.
Who wants to die in the sunlight? Not I, it's too bright I'm not here to advertise.
Is there something that money can't buy I want that, I want mine
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Hey Mr. President you seem so confident
Must be you can flap your mouth without any consequence.
Busting population is a booming inflammation with a finite planet its probably time to have this conversation with idiots on top and no space below, it's probably time to climb this ladder and make this place our own
High school told me one thing, that I can take a punching.
High school told me one thing, you should feel free to hate me.
I can take it on the chin so hate me.
Hey there white nationalist you take every incident and make it about yourself, do you come from where we live?
Voluntary human extinction is benevolent so take one for the team and have yourself an accident if you want to join rainbow there can't be just one white unicorn so embrace every race don't be a poes and have yourself a fucking jol.
Hey there to all my friends this song serves as evidence they can all run there mouths but music is where we live.
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Philosophical, anatomical, disposition staring into the incomprehensible
Tonight you can hear the emptiness creak
No molotov, just a bed light, no cracking beers till the hours of first light.
I'm trying my best to remember how we use to go to sleep not that that's what I really need.
Light reading keeps my mind of where the embers burn.
Glass of water, why I bother I toss and turn wondering where you are.
Debating with myself is it really that far.
I'm going out.
Psychological, inconceivable microscopic thoughts make me retreat into a little bubble
My voice sounds weird when I hear myself think.
No rattling bed, no pulling hair just the sound of the cat stretching on the chair
I'm trying my best to remember how we use to go to sleep not that that's what I really need.
Light reading keeps my mind of where the embers burn.
Glass of water, why I bother I toss and turn wondering where you are.
Debating with myself is it really that far.
I'm going out.
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Treason
03:48
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Passive aggressive, a dishwasher's perspective, overtime she gains clarity even though an incentive
So she spits in the cup for who it floweth over
They call it fine dining, she, mise an place for loafers.
Keeping your mind or minding your keep
This troubles her mind as she stares at the vagrants on the streets
Avoid the desperate affording your sleep
The bread you bought was baked by the week
Treason! Treason!
A dish won't wash itself but that's not the reason
Treason! Treason!
Be grateful for your job, the suggestion box is the new revolution.
The state is gonna give her an honest man
Move her from kitchen to kitchen
So she becomes a punching bag
No it ain't the life but it's what the lord gave me
Hope is the poison the system gives to enable me.
Young, proud, foly, if you don't find trouble you will find your knees
Wisdom evade me if I can't struggle and weather these seasons
Coerced by a system that inflicted these lesions
On my heart and your heart, each one is a reason to pick a pitchfork the time has come for Treason!
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Legacy of shame
03:13
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It's not my job to tell you what your job is
It's not my future to tell you that it's pointless
So take your fucking guns and shoot them at the Sun and as the sky falls down and you wonder where to run just make sure you remember at what and or where you aim, This legacy of shame
It's not my land to tell you where your home is
It's not my handshake to tell you what forgiveness is.
So take your fucking guns and shoot them at the Sun and as the sky falls down and you wonder where to run just make sure you remember at what and or where you aim, This legacy of shame
I hope we birth children without stomachs or eyes, lungs that do not breath, mouths that do not scream
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