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You know nothing
I see something wrong with this place
We don’t belong here
You won’t know how we got here at all
Breathing slow,
their heartbeats idle in waste
We’re coming to the end
Slaving away, all amusement erased
I’ll just bide from here
and sing this dirge from the clouds
We’re coming to the end
Conscious, they bleed
Desperate and in need of a new life,
But I know we don’t belong here
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Pitiful
08:31
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Give me strength to reason
with fools and tepid dreams
Prop me up a beacon,
unfailing and serene
I tried to sound the siren,
steward of the Earth
If they could recognize
my brilliant mind
I can’t see the mirror
that’s shown me all I know,
but as the end draws nearer
let mine be the hand they hold
Their lives would be more vibrant,
with purpose beneath their feet,
if they could learn to rely on
my brilliant mind!
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Unhanded
05:23
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Lying, cheating, thieving beast
Heard it all, ain’t changed the least
I made my peace with it years ago
and I’ll be dancing at your funeral
Now, you’re appalled?
Whitewashed and resold,
over and over
Decades and decades, depraved
Pay me and get in your grave
Show me how you sit and fight,
defender of the social plight
And I’ll show you how the West was won
with evil like the setting sun
All with dry eyes
Constantly feed the divide
Distracted, while children are burning alive
Our imperial way
What a blessing.
this burgeoning mass
This new “resistance”
The Cursory Class
Not in my most fiendish of dreams
could I have foreseen
revolt so toothless. Preoccupied
while pockets get lined
Call it greed, we’ll call it free
You’ve seen nothing
Can’t fathom our evil
Unhanded,
reprised,
Unhanded
alive
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Bleeding From the Ears
08:51
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Bleeding from the ears
and they’ve got no clue to why
Reasons are beyond them
Sheltered, dull munsens who can barely survive
This is the downfall
Humans of lust and greed
These humans
Drowning in violence and a haze of regret,
wretched is the omen
It’s too far, so gone, a true lasting divide
This is the downfall
The flame, it dies
vindictive and shameful demise
They wait, they suffer
doing whatever they’re told
A path is paved
these creatures they cannot be saved
The flame, it dims
the impending days will be grim
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Rivers of Error
04:28
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I won’t be needing your plastic hand
Mountains of mistakes, “the promised land”
Rivers of Errors flow with no delay
Buried in shit on our judgment day
Sinister schemes loom on every breath
These morbid fucks take ’til nothing’s left
Backwards versions of their holy life
Some day, I wait for a sane device
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Shaun Goodwin
Michael Goodwin
Graham Wesselhoff
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