1. |
On Cops And Prostitutes
01:57
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I'd like to fight John Cena one on one
I wanna meet him in the octagon
where no corporate sponsors
can tear my fist from his face
I wanna take Mike Pence to a dim lit alley
gunna make a move and kiss him
watch him hesitate then give in
cause we all hate the shit we're ashamed of
I'd like to talk to Obama about launching drones
then I'll ask him if he'd like it if I bombed his home
and he'll say "don't you love freedom?"
well shit, I think I do
gunna write Mitch McConnell
ask him, "whats your plan?"
he'll say America was founded on ignorance
so I'm just continuing the trend
so fuck me cause I don't support the boys in blue
cause Jesus was a communist and a jew
and if you kill unarmed civilians, you're probably going to hell
the main difference between cops and prostitutes
is that your parents are so fucking proud of you
and we say all lives matter...
could it get any fucking sadder?
but one day, we'll drink as friends
without any patriots, or traitors, or allegiance
so tonight I wanna fuck shit up like its 1776
so we can make sure that everybody finally has enough
cause the revolutions yet to come
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2. |
A Crack In The Hourglass
02:48
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step away from the window, come out in the yard
see how the smoke has obscured all the stars
and we live our lives like animals
trapped in a cell
we live our lives like animals trapped in a cage
no contingency
I see no escape
the eyes of a tyrant see only the future of an imbecile
the past does not only repeat the worst aspects of ourselves
future generations won't have a struggle we've endured
like past generations never understood just how we could
hate the world that we were born in
hate the things that we've become
and this world shall be reduced to ash
by no other hands than our own
by no other hands than our own
and there shall be nothing left
nothing left
close your eyes, now open them
and tell me what it is you see
where is your life heading
and where the fuck has your head been?
the eyes of a tyrant see only the future of an imbecile
the past does not always repeat the worst aspects of our own selves
there will be nothing left to salvage
nothing left to save
nothing left
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3. |
Another Cop Acquitted
02:25
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A gunshot rings out and a body falls dead
Red and blue lights surround a hole in the head
Unarmed victim with no restitution
You play the judge and jury, sentence is execution
Make the claim he resisted arrest
As if that’s an action deserving of death
Or get locked up Like an animal
And if they let you out, youll still have debts to pay
Cause they own you , On ball and chain
On file got your number, address and name
I don’t trust American authority
Entire culture based on conformity
But it doesnt matter what the fuck the cop did
In the end he’ll still be acquitted
Why join the klan when you could become a cop?
Shoot people of color down at traffic stops
No need to wear sheets just hide behind a badge
Just cover up your swastika with a confederate flag
these fucking conspiracy theorists are still worried about the new world order
But these cops get moved to desk jobs whenever they commit murder
There’s no takeover, no secret society
Just ask Todd Shaw with lmpd
When he told his recruit you should shoot black people
Kill the kids and rape their mother, these pigs are fucking evil
It doesn’t matter what atrocities they have committed
They'll walk free, just another cop acquitted
when a brown man kills, we blame religion
When a black man kills, we blame the race
And when I white man kills we say
it was an isolated event
and he's criminally insane
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4. |
Departure Arrival
02:43
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You know I could never fall asleep on a train
All those times I dreamed about moving away.
Finally awake, I wonder
What if I pulled the emergency brake
The doors are still open and I wish they would shut,
Then I could stop thinking 'should I jump and run?'
I'm only on page ten
And I think I gotta start all over again.
When the tape slows down it means the battery's dead.
May your songs never get stuck out of my head.
If I ever fall asleep I'll remember my dream
Where everybody's there but nobody leaves
Where everybody's there but nobody leaves.
Something below me starts cranking to life.
The platform moves backwards until its out of my sight.
Tracks start to leap
Got another ten hours till my next cigarette.
Well I've biked round the city about a hundred times
Only a few seconds left until I leave it behind.
Almost at the ledge
I close my eyes as we fall over the edge.
When the tape slows down it means the battery's dead.
May your songs never get stuck out of my head.
If I ever fall asleep I'll remember my dream
Where everybody's there but nobody leaves.
Where everybody's there, but nobody leaves
Where everybody's there and nobody leaves.
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5. |
Train #46
03:18
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I wake up in the morning hungover as fuck
I reach for a drink of water but there’s nothing in my cup
But I’m not the only one living life in this way
Paycheck to paycheck at the end of the day
It’s sign of the times or a changing of the tide
Either way the lot of us are feeling like we’ve been left behind
You know as well as I everybody has a price
And how much is yours when it comes to be your time?
Open your eyes to breathing, to suffering and pain
Are you sitting on a rail or just waiting on a train?
Fall asleep late night with intoxicated dreams
Thoughts of making progress and of the children’s screams
What kind of world will be left when I’m gone?
Will there be any point for my grandchildren to carry on?
Or will we even make it to that time?
Preoccupation with an altered state of mind
And escape, instead of looking for solutions
Or will I die screaming for revolutions
Open your eyes to breathing, suffering and pain
Are you sitting in the yard just waiting on a train?
Train 46
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well I punched Richard Spencer and I'm gunna do it again
stupid fascist dickhead, why don't you understand
violence is the only language he speaks
a nazi doesn't have the right to free speech
ethnic cleansing, white pride, bullshit
should've ended in 1945
but here we are in 2018
we'll find you, theres nowhere to hide
cause this is not a dialogue
theres nothing to debate
your bigoted views are the only thing that needs to be erased
and I'm glad you're afraid to show your fucking face
well I punched Richard Spencer and I'm gunna do it again
stupid fascist dickhead, why don't you understand
violence is the only language he speaks
a nazi doesn't have the right to free speech
and I'm gunna curb stomp Matt Heimbach
before this year ends
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7. |
Don't Talk To Cops
02:57
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dont talk to cops no matter what you do
they'll lock you up for a year or two
just because of the color of your skin
or they dont like the way you look at them
dont talk to cops dont trust police
they dont stand for justice or peace
they'll put you in a cell and take your cash
theyre just servants of the bourgeoisie class
and you'll never fight the police state
i see how much you love the police
fuck your thin blue line
fuck your thin blue line
heroin overdoses daily in the street
all ignored, but they'll search for weed
its all about money made from the court costs
if you OD its state revenue lost
so if you've got weed hidden in your car
you might spend a few nights behind bars
why do these cops do their jobs out of sight?
no body cams what do theyve got to hide
and you'll never fight the police state
i see how much you love the police
fuck your thin blue line
fuck your thin blue line
back in the south in the good ol days
it was a cops job to find runaway slaves
while up north they had a different role
keep factory workers under control
just look at the origins of this corrupt organization
to serve the ruling class and to protect your exploitation
and you'll never fight the police state
i see how much you love the police
fuck your thin blue line
fuck your thin blue line
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coin the phrase: US interests
civilian corpses litter the ditches
rotting bodies stacked a mile high behind electric fences
everything is money
and everything is greed
I'm only just a human, but a pawn in a twisted game
a pawn in a twisted game
towers burn and fall
the earth opens to swallow us all
the flag spells death for me
and death for all humanity
do you swear on your honor to tell the truth?
the whole truth, and nothing but the truth
so help you god
but you have shit for honor and a racist disposition
no other explanation for supporting such a grotesque decision
guilt or innocence is irrelevant
when a mass shooter is taken in alive
but a black man who ran from the cops has to die
extrajudicial execution
murderer acquitted
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9. |
Sober
04:21
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somebody once told me
theres no such thing as too much fun
but lately I'm not sure how true that really is
cause lately I've been jerking off until I bleed
and treating the people that I love so goddamn horribly
so I trade this apathy in exchange for a chemical dependency
and I wonder how much longer I can hold on
cause sometimes I just don't know
I wanna be sober
wanna do things right
I wanna give you all the love
that I know you deserve
I wanna be sober
wanna do things right
I wanna stop hating the person that I see
reflected in the mirror in front of me
and I remember being told to fuck off
outside in that hospital parking lot
another overdose that I could not prevent
now its 20 degrees outside
and you're still locked out
the rocks shatter against my windowsill
and I wonder how the fuck can I still be so fucked up
how come I refuse to change
ingest the poisons day to day
I don't understand what the fuck is wrong with me or if I'll ever change
and I am scared to hold on
and I don't think I can much longer
I wanna be sober
wanna do things right
I wanna stop hating the person that I see
reflected in the mirror
I wanna be sober
wanna do things right
I wanna give you all the love
that I know you deserve
I wanna be sober
wanna do things right
I wanna stop hating the person that I see
reflected in the mirror in front of me
I wanna be sober
and do things right
I want to stop loathing myself
but I don't think that will ever be
dark black clouds surrounding
to become numb
to sever this life and my soul
its all consuming me
there is no escape
these demons
are haunting me
theres nothing left
nothing left for me
but fear and apathy
so I will give up
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10. |
Middle Eastern Apartheid
06:02
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Across their faces
Because of lies
You see the way we all are despised
Rubble of homes
And the graves of families
Scatter the landscape
Because of the so called free
War in oil
Death in dirt
Innocents are always left the worst
Her body mangled
Raped by the soldiers here
May this population forever live in fear
Praised as a hero
by those at home
May the citizenry never know
We have no business being here
They make the money from the war
To die and to kill
All for nothing
Checkpoints and fences
Keep the innocent inside
Born in the wrong place
Constructs of genocide
Children in tombs
Mothers buried in ruble
Fathers die protecting
Ultimately made futile
By an apartheid state
You'll get no relief
where the carnage began
Those who carry the lies
And the flag
Of genocide
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