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Money is like a drug we learned of at school,
It entangles its owners to worship itself,
To push down the weak to make a profit,
To gain more and more of the same green they already hoard,
All worthless without the value we give it and yet they kill for it,
They
The rich who endanger the life of the planet for their well being,
The rich who rather the starving people keep starving so they can keep their claws on their filthy riches,
The rich who feed the war so they can keep pumping the soil out of its natural resources,
I despise you,
I despise how you cannot see the effects of your greed or worst, don't care...
Change comes from each and every one of us!
I hope it's not too late,
Let's make a better tomorrow if we still can.
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Prophecy of Doom
01:49
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To cherish life is to dispose of humanity
This is the prophecy of doom
Words of a prophet, a fascist, a hypocrite
Preacher with double standards
Self-titled enlightened one
The great exception to the moral code
"Aren't we all just a bunch of hypocrites? We say we care yet we destroy"
Was the preacher right?
Can life prevail?
It sure ain't looking good.
This is the prophecy of inevitable doom!
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Hiding From The Sun
02:01
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Night as black as the day
Frostbites on my brain
I can see my breath
Nothing burns like ice
Nihilist paradise
All just property of death
Here I was born, raised under the light of the moon
Watched over by shadows,
Home? More like gallows
Embraced in your cold arms
Away from everyone
Cloaked behind your darkness
Hiding from the sun
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Feminism, left-wing, human rights – BASTARDIZED!
Communism, liberty, working class – BASTARDIZED!
Hedonism, nihilism, individualism – BASTARDIZED!
Naturalism, going green, freedom of speech – BASTARDIZED!
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Profitable Torture
02:27
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Born in captivity, four walls squeeze my neck, Force-fed till I'm out of breath,
The only thing I ever hoped for was death, For your wealth, I have bled
Skin me, sell me, then throw me away, my flesh has started to decay
may my sick blob of a body serve you well, just free me from this hell
Born to die - living to be skinned alive
I SHALL WEAR YOUR MISERY - AS A FABULOUS LUXURY - TORTURING YOU PROFITABLY
I SHALL MAKE MY LIVING WITH SAVAGERY - TORTURING YOU PROFITABLY
NO LANGUAGE, NO FEELINGS
CAN'T THINK, CAN'T SUFFER.
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Small Man, Big Fist
01:05
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Insecure macho man
Seeking a punching bag
Drunken anxiety turns into aggression!
The target can be anyone
He just wants to punch someone
Mindless violence hides his subsidence!
Small man, big fist!
Insecure macho man,
Anxiety repressed in his hands
Broken bones won't take away the pain
Goes back home to cry,
He's been hated all his life
Your mindless aggression is no way of expression
Small man, big fist!
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Psychopathic Control
02:11
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You told me my way ain't right, told me I'm a horrific sight,
You told me I'm way ain't as good, told me I'm just acting like a fool,
Shamed of itself - there is a voice in my head,
When I'm in an intersection,
I don't know where to go,
But the voice will decide for me,
Its words I'll follow,
Now I'm a mess - I'm afraid of the stares,
Psychological control swallows me whole,
Inner contradiction, psychopathic control,
Deprived of free will,
Make me regret my decisions - only childish visions
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Storm of Words
00:50
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We are too afraid, to speak our minds
Everything is censored, everyone is offended
But I will not eat my own words
Cause I don’t care, go tuck your shelve!
We are no poets or great authors
Just vulgar fucks, some pissed off cunts
STORM OF WORDS
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