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Intro
01:01
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2. |
Snake Oil
01:49
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Words left idle
Etched in stone
Memories burn and turn to smoke
No time for comfort now
We can't mask their screams
Some sights can't be unseen
Your pity is lost
Without meaning - just thoughts
Without voice - letters on a screen
Prayers/Thoughts/Prayers
ESP
Snake oil remedies
Prayers/Thoughts/Prayers
Eulogies
Beg and plead sympathies
Easy fix from your knees
Bullets ripped from war machines
Pointless loss and suffering
Your fake empathy
Another empty room
Mourning lit by castoff tributes
Clickbait fodder:
"Boy gone too soon"
Wet eyes
Pleading to space
It could have been you
Prayers/Thoughts/Prayers
ESP
Snake oil remedies
Prayers/Thoughts/Prayers
Eulogies
Beg and plead sympathies
Easy fix from your knees
Keep your thoughts to yourself
Save your fruitless prayers for the wishing well
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3. |
Cattle Mob
01:40
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Systematic dehumanization
Alien strain
Plague of a nation
White terrorist stack bloody red bricks
Singing driveling bestiaries of savage and king
Weak preys on weak
Fear plays on fear
No gods, only monsters here
Rage like beasts
Soiled claws
Gnashing teeth
Caged cattle mob
Plods along
Chewing fat as they preach
Weak preys on weak
Fear plays on fear
No gods, only monsters here
This bitter divide
This man-made abyss
Oppression thrives
Bloody, bitter divide
Rage like beasts
Soiled claws
Gnashing teeth
Caged Cattle Mob
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4. |
The Blood
01:45
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Born of privilege
Parasitic malaise
From the belly to the basement
Some things never change
Chase your demons
Place your blame
Fill your head with vitriol
The song remains the same
The crimes of this guilty land will never be purged away but with blood
Weight of peace
Finds gravity
Spite between the pendulum
Swings a violent remedy
The crimes of this guilty land will never be purged away but with blood
The blood on our hands leaves a stain
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5. |
The Burden
01:27
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[Fix your eyes on the fires set by the lies from the mouths of snakes]
Rape! Rape! Rape!
Morality skewed
Warped point of view
Ensuring a fetus survives
To be forgotten
And objectified
As the gawkers abide
Mere trophies
On your holy mantle
Wait...don't wait, GO!
Bear the burden
Crush your fate
[Hate has emerged
From knight shadows
And between lines
Incubated in complacency
Still born once again
To stalk in plain sight]
And slop is disgorged
From the guts of their lords
Feed the flapping lips and assholes
Lips and assholes
Bear the burden
Crush your fate
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