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fertilizer
03:52
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Condemned to wander this toxic desert
the wake of your gereration
I know how it plays out
your children won't forgive you
no inspiration, no inspiration
no inspiration from you
symbols of prophecy
lead us back to the past
in this tangible state
our future is cast
truth co-created
together we spin the wheel
all we ask is that you feel
plunge into the depths from whence we came
darkness determines we will never be the same
expel from ourselves all of what we know
from the black soil grow
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pirate song
04:04
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we took to the seas
to get rich by violent means
crashing waves turn pain
into silent screams
crashing swords and renegade hordes
lead us beyond unholy fjords
from ship to ship
the valkryes guide
the vessel upon
which next we will ride
caravans change but our spirits naught
the fury of which can never be caught
destroy all that stands within our path
feel the song that carries all our wrath
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coal
03:56
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all of the good things i've done and all of the bad
as long as i remember i'm never feeling sad
that tension is my coal turning my wheels past a goal
no real land on which to stand and i'm stuck in a hole
feeding on death and creating new life
adapting in this fucked up world to survive on strife
you can take a knife to my heart
if you want to see my soul
but you might miss it if you dont see it as spokes in a wheel on the roll
hatred seems the only tone with which i harmonize
but when i get a good glimpse i see it resonate in your eyes
in the daytime i see through the illusory blue sky
deep inside i know its darkness in which all the stars lie
the oceans reflection it reminds me im afloat
don't think that youre so grounded surrounded by your moat
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raised by wolves
03:24
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i wasn't born in a barn i was raised by wolves
the huntsman, he comes crashing through the trees
half that goddamn forest it flees
the rats the rats they scratch up through the floor
don't they know we dont care anymore
save up save up buy a gun and rob a bank
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hollow slogans out your megaphone
illusion of power but youre a fucking drone
co-opt pain and struggle into your play
sacred chants survive generations of genocide
voices carrying on past your decay
fuck what you say you have nothing to offer
your revolution is just a coin in the coffer
just another brand of state control
you arent the working class you just take their toll
another instance of false repsresentation
who are you speaking for? Who is 'we''?
If i raise my fist in solidarity
it will be to drop you to your knees
outspoken windbag don't march by my side
you have nothing to lose, you're just along for the ride
regurgitation of a re-iteration of theoretical frustration
coming out as misappropriation
we've read all your pamphets and we see through your lies
rhetoric gets you nothing but contempt and despise
empty eyes, hypnotized, feigned emotions when the other dies
no martyrs of your own, you cowards prey on media worthy death
vultures lifting up a corpse to die on your cross
opportunists celebrating devastating loss
speak for the dead because they can't retort
if they were alive is it your cause they'd support
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vomiting
03:03
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every friend i lose i replace with an extra beer each night
in our distance grows the cancer of losing the will to fight
o i never thought i'd be singing such a depressing tune
but now i find my solace howling like a wolf at the unreachable moon
living in a jaded city where its already been done
getting numb and stupid is what's considered fun
community of resistance in a death-culture slump
glorified images of misery clot into a malignant lump
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impossible tango
04:51
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impossible ideas keep me sane
my last shred of hope in a world focused on gain
i'd be productive but its a waste of my brain
I'll take the template of a service dog I.D.
paste on my picture so i can freely shit and pee
o i bet the cops would believe me
they treat me like a dog well now they have proof that i am
I'd run around naked and drop logs in the park
on every fucking hydrant, i would leave my mark
I'll build a floating island made out of trash
one so rad I'll give tours to yuppies for cash
I'll use that money to fund a pirate fleet
we'll take over the ocean you can keep your fucking street
just to prove I'm badass I'll feel a shark my legs
replace them both with driftwooden pegs
smoke seaweed all day long and drink fermented fish
using shells as my utensils, never do a dish
I'll hop barges to cherynobyl to meditate on radioactive land
trigger mutations that god never planned
have a 4-foot monkey's tail I'll use to swing on tree limbs
webbed toes and fingers to paddle faster than a dolphin swims
bat wings when i want to scare christians away
tell them its their time of reckoning, 'your soul is my prey'
you may say radiation is dangerous but i put my head
up to the microwave, sometimes for days
i owe my startling intelligence
to these wonderful rays
I`ll take in lots of kids who are wards of the state
take them out of school and teach them how to skate
show them to rob from assholes and how to fire a gun
we'll rob lots of banks and boy won't we have fun
I'll warn them about drugs, make sure they eat the right bugs
teach them how to fight so they can beat up bully thugs
live in a treefort for as long as we can
maybe I'll even wear green tights like peter pan
I'll stop drinking beer and smoking cigarettes
get good at all instruments, even ones without frets
we'll conjure up schemes with all our friends
work really hard just to meet all our ends
grow lots of food and share with everyone
we won't need it cuz we'll have superpowers from the sun
train day and night, practicing kung fu
and beat up the cops if they're fucking with you
we'll make friends with the world and we'll smash the state
liberate all skateboards so poor kids can skate
that may sound stupid, but would you rather i say
`together we can rid the world of poverty, injustice, and hate`
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devil inside
09:01
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Feral Booty
mutants from a shitty future, time travelling back to now, to get a goat, to eat all the trash and shit out fertile soil.....but getiing kinda distracted.....
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