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Death Trap
00:54
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We said fuck no to the American dream
2.5 kids, house, debt, death-trap, college degree
We said fuck no to the American dream
Blank faces, lives wasted
All I can see
Nothing to me
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2. |
Exclusion
01:20
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Up- close, morose, nothing goes the way it's planned
Statistics tell me I will die by my own hand
Violent exclusion from the history of human
Facing exile never to return again
This is the sound of me hanging myself
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Burn the rest
01:20
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So it goes
Slaughter fest
Bury the ones we love and burn the rest
On our own, put to the test
Scour through a sea of severed heads
Bury the ones we love and burn the rest
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Proletariat
03:30
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Searching for relief but I ain't found any
Trying to find a dime in this sea of pennies
That golden throne is oh-so-fitting
Can I have some Benjamins you wipe with after shitting?
Hard day's work, Demure Wage
Mind exhausted, It never pays
Far-cry from a free market, unless you define "free" as starving
In which case, we're bald fucking eagles
Wings spread wide, Keeping it real
Trickle down to us? Shut the fuck up
Breaking and aching, where's the fruits of your slaving?
Arms are raw and bare,while you're reclining in your chair
The clock isn't what I want to punch, You'll find yourself in my clutch
Soon enough.
You're fucked.
Run and hide, fine by me
I will chase you all night just to watch you bleed
Laugh myself to tears while you beg and plead
My knife's at your throat, and you're down on your knees
Proletariat
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Urgency
02:02
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Their malice and persecution
Reassert our souls
They keelhaul our progress
To protect the old reign of oppression
It extinguishes all diversity
And any spark
Of individuality
I can sense the pain in your urgency
And I want to let you know you're not alone
We will resist
Our numbers grow
Take my hand
As we march
For a better way of life
Ready aim fire
at the whites of their eyes
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6. |
Cleanse the temples
01:14
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I'm here to cleanse the temples of avarice and greed
Antiquated morals, restrictive beliefs
There's no god in the sky
You are no man of belief
Dead presidents are your god
You will swindle to appease
Knocking tables over, Got nothing to show for
Knocking tables over, My hatred is noble
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