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Basic Bitch
06:45
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I am fucked
I was never ready to become what I live now
is this living or lying? am I smiling or crying?
I am the embodiment of this planet.
living through you, an extension of my subconscious, feelings - of grandeur
were we destined to all be one? if so, then why does my part feel so insignificant?
I am boring and lifeless,and I am shining and always
like I always have been and I always will be like you always were, and we'll always be
I am you and you become me.
I am history incarnate | I am all and nothing and constantly changing
I am the bile in the stomach | I am the hands that craft
we all grew and are growing | I can see us crumble
we are the wind and we are all so inappropriate
From the moment I started making memories, I was taught to fear the creator of all things. Constantly judged for all my actions, while ethically immoral paradigms were taught to me... to be unchangeable truth. Hate twisted around by tongues of preachers siphoned into my minds voice. I was taught to judge quickly and blindly listen to the orders of my peers. Question nothing... Prove you're worthy... And put your money in the basket. Convert the sinners. Convert the sinners, and do not fall for their tricks.for They will try and broaden your vision, but God needs you to keep looking at this hand. While his other hand steals you of your human instinct... To have empathy for others and seek unknown wisdom. The spirit that binds us... Our psychic connection to each other that shapes what we have become and are becoming... That is God. We are God experiencing ourselves through each other.
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2. |
Vespar
03:32
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You shook the dust out of my bones
Stood me up and told me keep on moving
It gets better a few steps further
You brought me back to the lands of freer thinking
Brought me your wine and made me keep on drinking
and spent the night squeezing the banality out of my head
You watched my hands while I was pulling my teeth out
and smiled and cut my nails down so far, they never grew back
I was dragged by the dick | to the edge of the forest of fucking and told never to enter
I was gagged on the grounds of sobriety and told to swallow and be grateful for what I had
I was exposed to my own kind and learned never to trust a single thing I ever heard
My fucking knuckles were busted I learned never to speak out, a single fucking word
I returned to the beautiful unknown, unfollowed, terrified and took my last breath
In the river
I woke as an adolescent with no answers
and a hazy synopsis of a fading childhood
and the dreams I've had terrify me
we are brought up to be ashamed of not being perfect
we are manufactured, jealous, anxious, hateful, ungrateful, greedy fucking cunts
aren't we?
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3. |
Track 3 (w/bass)
03:07
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have you noticed that we're just working to die
payin' rich fucks for what we need to survive,
and they're poisoning every last thing that we need
with chemicals in the tap forcing us to concede
and we're all too fucking busy to fight back
I guess it's time for information to break though
our basic human rights are on a ride with no brake shoe
you're handing your asses to dicks that have raped you
you're selling your soul to a country that hates you
unless you're straight white and rich can I get an amen?
I get this feeling we're sinking
It can't be just me that finds it scary when
there are rules that state that men can not marry men
while no rules for our rulers, totalitarian
why don't we as the people step up, bury them
let's be the reason why new laws are made
let us choose the countries in which we invade
let us put our gun in the mouth of free trade
and prove we are worth more than what we are paid
let's take the fear out of everyones hearts
and cut off the limb where the infection startS
let's be the ones to make all evil cease
let's burn every walmart, and shun the police
or the one's that abuse us at the very least
this is the sound, this is us crying out
in every sylable and every shout,
in every bit of dissonance we can get out
let us provide help for the people that need it
by taking down every last fat cat elitist
I'd blow the whistle if I had the secret
this right here sounds like mankind at its best
let's take from the rich and give back to the rest,
and stop anyone that tries to protest the thought of getting america's boot off our chest
We could become the human masses messiah,
let's convict the thieves, and silence the liars
give me the whistle
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4. |
Summer Wars
07:09
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my mouth is dry from spitting in god's face
my ribs are showing and my head aches, from following my dreams, but I'm still kicking.
I am the spitting image of shitting on your faith.
I do the best with what I'm given, in this one nation underpaid.
I have been shaken, and I find I ring like a bell | I am hollow and wondering if I can ever be full
I consume but the food never reaches my stomach | despite how hard I try and keep it down
I am so cold and never heat up | and you are the sweet sweet reminder of all that I don't deserve
I am crying and I can't see the road ahead | and I am scared shitless of who I've become.
I am sadness covered in masks
I am broken but I still do my job
I am furious but I will not get violent
I am not happy, I am not living... I'm ruined.
So here I am in the back of the food stamp line
not where I thought i'd be, when I told you I'd turn out fine.
so hear my cry from the front of the battle lines
another victim to the america, and I am not doing fine.
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getting to the bottom of it I feel sad, lonely, abused and overworked
"don't focus on it, carry on as usual"
but I can't when it leaves every bit of me feeling empty, raped and degraded
and it takes and it takes and it takes and it takes and takes
and when it's done leaves me starving, shamed and violated feeling less than human.
"alienated like a son of a bitch"
questioning myself and everyone around me and why do these thoughts flow like silk from my lips?
why do they wretch themselves into my throat with such deadening ease and a sense of entitlement?
I probably shouldn't listen to 'em though,
'cause it hasn't got me out from under this 20 car 20 car pile up
where I'm stuck... feeling as gritty as the asphalt that caught my fall.
my whole world is changing every minute and there is not enough time for me to collect myself
before another piece of my character will be swept into the undertow
the overwhelming financial, emotional, and spiritual debt that we're all dying in...
leaves me feeling like nothing new, and nothing to write home about.
I am grossly overestimated, and rightfully judged.
this brain never works enough to keep up with the constant barrage of negativity
thank the gods of forgetfulness
for blessing me with 25 minutes and stage
for me to turn myself inside out on
for me to expose my tar covered parts to the crowd with, and thusly...
I will never know if I am cursed, I will never know why we are not going to hell, but stuck in it now.
you will start a doubt in yourself
you will start watching their feet
you will start hating their voices
and you will give in to their tyranny
you will find comfort in their recognition
you will be used until you're bled and dry
you'll become addicted to jealous slandering
you'll believe that you are perfect and right
I pray for food but god's a real prick
I know he'd off me in a second if he had his way
after all I am worse off than the lowest of the low
I know, because since birth he taught me... He always does this shit.
You will be remembered by only your failures
you will be crushed by the oppressive ceiling
you will be nothing and watch the world turn
and in the end you will know what it looks like from the fucking bottom.
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