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Death Cult
02:49
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No way out
No path drawn
We’re dehumanized; it’s incentivized to brutalize
Living under the shadow of the guise that our wounds will cauterize
Endless struggles placate you
Designed to keep you down
Your resources, your currency
Extracted while you drown in the
The walls incised
My flesh demised
Consumed exhumed
The profit the prophet
Enshrouded within the
Endless struggles placate you
Designed to keep you down
Your resources, your currency
Extracted while you drown in the
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Conservative Wet Dream
02:37
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I see you staring at me
I bet you’re thinking that my thoughts are pretty ugly
Well I’m tired of keeping it in
I’ll unzip and penetrate your mob mentality
Why should I care about you?
My freedoms are for me and suitably exclude
All of the creatures I deplore
Pain is the point, man; I’m a masochistic whore
Maybe Daddy will notice me
He that said you were my enemy
Oh god I’m craving that clarity
You’re standing in the way of my autonomy
You’ll die, you’ll die for me
You’ll die, you’ll die for me
You’ll die for my conservative wet dream
Now I went bought a gun
I won’t take no shit from anyone
I feel it pulsing in my palm
Gonna explode like a neutron bomb
I want to defend myself
Oh please let me defend myself
I want to unload and defend myself
Oh god I’m gonna defend myself
You’ll die, you’ll die for me
You’ll die, you’ll die for me
You’ll die for my conservative wet dream
Who fucking cares
About you scum
I’m getting mine, so
I’m gonna —
You’ll die, you’ll die for me
You’ll die, you’ll die for me
You’ll die for my conservative wet dream
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Yes, Sir
02:21
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Control
It’s about
Control
and its toll
Give it to them; get it back from them
Give it to them; get it back from them
The cycle runs through over again
And you still beg to get out of your pen
You see the prize
You chase it all
But to what end?
They’re draining your strength and they are hanging you dry
Just barely able to keep yourself on the grind
So
What
Are
You
Gonna do, now?
It’s about
Control
It’s about
Control
Yes, sir.
No, sir.
Fuck you, sir.
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Pill
04:40
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There’s a road, weathered and worn
It leads nowhere, a path forlorn
Familiar markings, line the signs
Tainted memories forewarn of the lies
The scenery is bleak, the foundation meek
The skies overhead, grey with endless dread
Destination unknown; to it I am prone
And I’ll travel it; travel it alone
When I close my eyes, I can see us there
My tired eyes fall on a blank stare
Reach out and touch my face
The pain of the cold invokes my distaste
I call out your name, but I'm met with despair
Look through my eyes, and no one is there
I’ll follow you, and walk by your side
But between us; a great divide
What have you done? What have you done?
We’ve come to the end; goodbye, my friend
Where have you gone? Where have you gone?
I’ll take this pill, and find you again
We’re just scum of the earth, condemned, to an endless dearth
We’re a cosmic chain, together we’ll return to the dirt
We’re just worthless ants; insignificant
A shadowed stain; a hollow pretense
Still I follow you, and walk by your side
Saudade corrupts my design
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Rebel Girl
02:56
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That girl thinks she's the queen of the neighborhood
She's got the hottest trike in town
That girl, she holds her head up so high
I think I wanna be her best friend, yeah
Rebel girl, rebel girl
Rebel girl you are the queen of my world
Rebel girl, rebel girl
I think I wanna take you home
I wanna try on your clothes, uh
When she walks, the revolution's comin'
In her hips, there's revolution
When she talks, I hear the revolution
In her kiss, I taste the revolution
Rebel girl, rebel girl
Rebel girl you are the queen of my world
Rebel girl, rebel girl
I know I wanna take you home
I wanna try on your clothes, uh
That girl thinks she's the queen of the neighborhood
I got news for you, she is!
They say she's a slut, but I know
She is my best friend, yeah
Rebel girl, rebel girl
Rebel girl you are the queen of my world
Rebel girl, rebel girl
I know I wanna take you home
I wanna try on your clothes
Love you like a sister always
Soul sister, rebel girl
Come and be my best friend, rebel girl?
I really like you
I really wanna be your best friend
Be my rebel girl
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Perception Check Winnipeg, Manitoba
Carson Mauthe
Caleb Schellenberg
Travis Kroeger
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