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Closed
01:04
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Closed minds shrouded by ideals
Skin's so thick you cannot peal
Theorize with bloodshot eyes
But nothing seems to materialize
Impulsively driven to lose your mind
Fueled by drugs of all kinds
Cannot leave that crutch behind
What do you expect to find with eyes so blind
All your ties pull you down
In endless favors you drown
Push and shove your weight around
Is this how validation is found
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Ankles
02:13
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Ankles swollen. Hours stolen. Crippled broken. Frozen with exhaustion. Done in too deep. Can’t feel my feet. Drenched in persuasions. Thrust into oblivion. Old slave time remedies.
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Diverted
01:45
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Totalitarians build detours to propel these diversions. Orifices drool with power forcing coercion. Jousting for money, land, and power. Charlatans scheme in the shadows. Enterprises hidden in conceptual nonsense. Double deals with this system double speak delusions. Cloudy distinguishing pollinating confusion. Drowsy radicals that bargain same solutions. Broken, visionless, dead. No more amends. Wondrous, tragic end. Pretenders resisting descent
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Wear
01:45
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How long will it take. For the spirit to break. Fake foundations begin to quake. What will be the last mistake that you make. Colors so brilliant fade to gray. Day by day more fray and decay. Poorly patch and prey that everything will be ok. Nightmares from which you will never awake. Flawless finishes flake. Supports once stable start to shake. Seems the heart shall forever ache.
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End
01:18
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Can't concentrate it's the weight of the world
Bearing down on the conscious people
Global consciousness effortlessly clouded by these robber barons
At the midst of pandemic chaos and eradiation
I will not hail the mighty dollar
I refuse to bow down
Can't stand the world being smaller
With empty stomachs and lust-filled crowns
Masters indoctrinate the plebs asunder
Divided we stand
Under naterial law onto which we interdepend
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Loud
00:40
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Brick the windows of corporate shops. Peaceful protest fucking suck. Disturb your neighbors, kill the cops. Rip down buildings blow up banks. Pacifism doesn’t work, VIOLENT REVOLT. Cowards talk shit, squeal like rats. Conversations that pass their time. Close to the end they fall like flies. Back to boredom long lullabies
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Rot
01:35
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Information piling up nerve endings not firing up. Cannot think, my brainfarts stink, well I guess I’ll smoke and drink. Overwhelmed by all these signs, can’t seem to make up my mind. Indecision driving me mad, gonna kill myself if I see another ad. (TV images confiscate thought, media makes my mind rot. Media makes my mind rot). Hygiene is a goddamn scam, don’t buy into that fucking sham. Self image and gender roles, building mass armies of clones. Careful plans of propaganda presented to us everyday. Telling us to look and act and think a certain way. Globalized campaign to control our minds. “Cast your vote,” tyranny’s clever disguise. No wonder why we’re all so poor. Those money grubbing bastard whores just want more.
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Piss
02:13
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Spores of red inside my head. Glowing fire furious sense. Bred in shit succumb to piss. Tend the cranial drunken bliss. Posterior fading in this ditch. Bastard times endless stench. Fade back to shit where I succumb to piss.
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