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These Fucking Savages
01:59
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These Fucking Savages
these tombs we all live in been sealed with dust
built thick walls to secure order
buried down deep, hidden away
far from unstable
but these kids, they’re restless, they threaten our peace
threaten our prayers and our way
their chaos is coming
their motion’s unholy
lord please guide our hand
{chorus}:
kingdom
come down
and give us the strength
mindless
shot gun
none innocent
holo-
casustic
and broken vows
these kids
they must
burn in hell
this empire lies calmly, it’s safe from the curse
their heathen blood mixes, it spills
disorder breeds malice, no matter the cost is
this future must burn
sacrifice progress, set fire to their books
their eyes have all gazed the stars
they want to be gods, their gizzards have gone
lord, bury these sinners of the sun
{chorus}
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2. |
Time
02:15
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Time
these myths we tell ourselves
they placate and drain
they violate
violate
they violate our brains
the dragons, their fire, it singes the skin of the man
more than their freedom will ring out and more than the brave of this land
in the darkness the screams start, swallow the bright and the suns
i’m sorry your god’s
just wasting our time
oh the fiction it caught, snagged our reasoning machines
got our egos all riled up about manifested dreams
[time] to let go, [time] to admit, your country is a joke, your god is just a dick
the dragons their fire it singes the skin of the man
more than their freedom will ring out and more than the brave of this land
in the darkness the screams start, swallow the bright and the suns
sorry your god’s
just wasting our time
words unspoken
for destruction
meaning is made
time you’ll obey
time
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3. |
Murder of Bros
03:32
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A Murder of Bros
a paper tongue written with wit and class
cut across a simple matter of fact
those prose (may) decree macho supreme, but
this pit belongs to the other team to
beat ‘em to death
{chorus}:
murder of bros
crowd killing human chodes
those juiced up misogynists
put in their place by raging fists
murder of bros
dicks ripped right through assholes
testicles and stomped egos
cowards bleeding from their cargos
paralyzed by intimidation
forced to think before they bro down the room (they make a move)
crying victim for fear of a movement
a little taste women been subjected to
beat ‘em to death
{chorus}
grab your change and teeth and balls in the back
you wanna bro up here, get a bat to the sac
then we’ll
beat ‘em to death
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4. |
Concrete
01:57
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Concrete
system starves us
still you stand
dried up viscus
begs to move
system starves us
hunger’s sold
stuck in glory
days of mold
{chorus}:
concrete [concrete]
it moves too slow
this concrete will not hold
concrete [concrete]
weaker than bone
break broken broke
all you know now
screams for severance
still, this muck, it still settles
{chorus}
this system starves us
of hope and change
sunk in slow brains
shatter like chains
{chorus}
this system it starves us says it’s for our good
our legs stuck in cinders, our hands do their will
but their motivation keeps us as slaves
their empire will crumble and what won’t we’ll break. break.
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5. |
Riot City
02:10
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Riot City
the left out, the lefty, the leftover kids
dancing on cop cars - cooking some pigs
the last taste of flesh, first breath of fresh
air in the wind, come on join in
{chorus}:
to burn down all of their city
raise a riot instead
fists in the air
they shimmer and shake
but these fires they steady our hands
riot city
riot citizens
our future is futile if they’re who’ll become
fuck all their FREEDOM - when their free to exploit
fuck all those cops and capitalists,
there power in that fire, give it to the people
{chorus}
oh, empty hope drips from their cold mouths
like morphine it helps with the pain
but it all never lasts, the past suffering
still plagues us from ending oppression
{chorus}
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