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Master
01:30
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Chaos illusion
Creating confusion
Citizen neurosis
Through planned hypnosis
Master blows his dogwhistle
The pack hears the call
Ready to battle
For nothing at all.
Venomous hate
Paralyzed state
Divide and conquer
Their fire grows stronger
Master blows his dogwhistle
The pack hears the call
Ready to battle
For nothing at all.
Master blows his dogwhistle
The pack hears the call
At the feet of the zealot
Democracy falls
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Nuke Long Island
01:24
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Concrete Nightmare, asphalt disease
Its like a plague creeping on me
Suburban wasteland, our burial plot
Nuke Long Island, let it rot
Every day’s the fucking same
Endless noise, endless pain
Every day’s the fucking same
Every day, every day, every day
Human filth, dying trees
Polluted waters, congested streets
So many people, so much decay
The putrid stench, the shades of gray
Every day’s the fucking same
Endless noise, endless pain
Every day’s the fucking same
Every day, every day, every day
Endless noise, endless pain
Concrete nightmare
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Health Scare
01:17
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The patient is a faceless name
Everyone’s care, its all a game
Hospitals are companies
Reducing us monetarily
People are dying on the street
The system only works for the elite
Care designed to break us, it’s a scam
They’ll slowly kill us off, that’s their plan
No medicine if you can’t afford the cost
Only care for themselves, humanity’s lost
Brainwashed thinking we’re the blame
Forced into a deadly game
People are dying on the street
The system only works for the elite
Care designed to break us, it’s a scam
They’ll slowly kill us off, that’s their plan
They pack their wallets, they name their price
We’re the ones they sacrifice
Sick and poor, nothing you can do
Cause they don’t give a fucking shit about you
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Cops, lawyers, judges, politicians
Different faces, same evil, on the same mission
Cops, lawyers, judges, politicians
Crooked smiles, crooked morals, walking contradictions
Can’t trust a single one
Law at a pointed gun
Only out for themselves
They make our lives a hell
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5. |
Deaf and Dumb
01:52
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Waste your platform, you got nothing to say
Mask the issues with your bullshit display
Save your fucking sermon, just give us something true
The so called “weight” you bear, ain’t crashing down on you
You try to blame the world, an easy way to hide
Another halfwit message, becomes amplified
Waste your platform, you got nothing to say
Mask the issues with your bullshit display
Save your fucking sermon, just give us something true
The so called “weight” you bear, ain’t crashing down on you
And if you’re falling under the ice, why don’t you fucking climb out?
“On your knees, begging for life…”
That I highly doubt
You talk of wars, of settled scores, of harsh reality
Nothing of substance, expose injustice
Just your fantasy
Waste your platform, you got nothing to say
Mask the issues with your bullshit display
Save your fucking sermon, just give us something true
The so called “weight” you bear, ain’t crashing down on you
You try to blame the world, an easy way to hide
Another halfwit message, becomes amplified
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6. |
Generations Lost
02:58
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Iron clad, chained up alive
Thrown away and trapped inside
Light of day never seen
A face forgotten by history
They did the time
They paid the cost
A life confined
Generations lost
Iron clad, chained up alive
Thrown away and trapped inside
Light of day never seen
A face forgotten by history
They did the time
They paid the cost
A life confined
Generations lost
Stand accused and falsely charged
Pushed through systems, held by bars
They did the time, they paid the cost
They’ll never be free, generations lost
They did the time
They paid the cost
A life confined
Generations lost
A final sentence, a crumpled docket
The blemished money lines wealthy pockets
Men and women, now maligned convicts
For profit prison, the modern bondage
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So What's the Verdict?
01:58
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So quick to blame, willing to shame
Unique perspectives, they’re all the same
Unique perspectives, they’re all the fucking same
So what’s the verdict?
After all you’re the judge and the jury
So what’s the verdict
False injustice till someone is busted
Rumor mill stories passed off as facts
Opposing viewpoints make you go on the attack
So what’s the verdict?
After all you’re the judge and the jury
So what’s the verdict
Public execution, your own resolution
So what’s the fucking verdict?
Preaching free speech and no closed doors
But the finger on the trigger is yours
Another victory your ego has racked
Better pat yourself on the fucking back.
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