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01:44
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Exhaustion
04:30
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Leaving is the best answer yet. drift out further into apathy. drown apathy. lets forget improvement. we like to leave all the responsibility on the shoulders of the few. the sign says go home now. what home? are you feeling guilty? i know i'm feeling guilty. this is the city and these people are dead. corpses lying in a pile of the problems you left behind.
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Unveiling
02:27
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The siren wails and the smoke is rising from the bombed out carcass of a passenger bus. the dirt falls down. it covers the bones of families shot in cold blood. why did this happen? why did they die. they died for being different. they died for following a different leader.
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You Scavengers
03:19
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You try me, a price to high to pay. you tax me and push my family away. healthcare? for who?you. lining your pockets one death at a time. modern day vampires you drain the life away. leave the old to wither and rot. jacked up prices. fucked up end. medicare, medicaid to what end. the aid comes at a price too steep. these people are our family, our history, our reason for being. do you have a reason. can you justify taking it all? i'll find a way. you squeeze until every drop is shed. fuck you for killing the ones i love. *dedicated to my mother and anyone who has been fucked over by the healthcare industry.
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The Road
03:48
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humanity is choking. born in a noose. we are from birth sentenced to death. this is life. this is futile. like drones in a dying hive. scramble to save your meaningless existence. but its to late. your fate, my fate. our fate is sealed with the stamp of ruin. laid by your own hand.
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The Knotted Rope
03:41
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this land is a prison. your guns make your monsters seam real. humiliation. reaction. our fury will swallow our fear. dethrone. and on the final day the knotted rope became the noose to hang the master. and on the final day the knotted rope will pull your heaven from the sky. show me the glory in the blood of the martyr. outside your door.
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Corners
06:04
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and we mark our bodies up to remind ourselves who what and where we are. oh disconnection. oh discontent. where were you when i needed you most. how far have i fallen. i've got broken wings, bad habits, and half full cups. in time the worms will writhe beneath our skin. devour each other. they turn the screw. begging us to begin again. swine grown fat on our own flesh. scars on my hands. scars on my face. i've been punished for living. punished for nothing. the crimes i've committed means little to you. exact your revenge and take all i've got. what do i have now. for a fleeting moment a cigarette hits pavement at 80 miles an hour. buckling under the weight of those who died on me. embrace the filth. happy as a pig in shit. it's time to make something from nothing.
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