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The Feed
05:03
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Standing on the sidelines,
Empty eyes gazing.
All of us indifferent,
Regardless of the hazing.
Headlining our echo chambers,
Weekly agony.
Unable to tear away,
Will they ever come for me?
ADMIT, YOU LOVE THIS.
ADMIT, YOU NEED THIS.
ADMIT, YOU LOVE THIS.
ADMIT, YOU NEED THIS.
ADMIT, YOU LOVE THIS.
ADMIT, YOU ARE THIS.
It's not our screens,
keeping us trapped.
It's the fetish,
keeping score.
It's the cycle,
we crave more.
WE CRAVE MORE.
WE CRAVE MORE.
Let us watch....
The car crash....
Outrage... Outsource...
What else, is left to say?
There's nothing left to say.
nothing left to say.
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Scrape
04:27
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Everything about you exists in my head....
Everything accomplished is a lie....
Sifting through the demons locked in my shed...
All I wanna do is hide.
Pleading for my sanity there is no escape...
suffering and torment.
Bleeding on the floor my mouth is agape...
decomposing and ferment.
Take me now, before I.....
Before I.....
SCRAAAAAAAAAPE (repeat)
Crimson-red gushing,
Across the floor.
Adrenaline pumping,
I'm nobody's whore.
Carved out my heart,
I had no choice.
An unmoving part,
never given a voice.
LEFT. RIGHT. DEAD.
LEFT. RIGHT. DEAD.
LEFT. RIGHT. DEAD.
LEFT. RIGHT. DEAD.
SCRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPE (repeat)
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3. |
Day Of The Woman
04:34
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there is this thing,
crawling down my brainstem.
what it brings,
is total infestaTION.
--
When I lie,
it tickles down my throat
when I cry,
it's always there to gloat.
There is not,
a thing I can do.
There is not,
a thing I can do.
Feel the rot,
from inside it chews
Feel the rot,
from inside it chews
There is not,
a thing I can do.
There is not,
a thing I can do.
around your neck,
my hands feel numb.
for what you did,
I'm willing to succumb.
penetration,
know what it feels like.
by castration,
now in my 3rd reich
There is not,
a thing I can do.
Feel the rot,
from inside it chews
There is not,
a thing I can do.
Feel the rot,
from inside it chews
Your choice, my choice now
Your choice, my choice now
Your hell, my hell now
Your hell, my hell now
Your truth doesn't exist.
My truth is what I lost.
Your truth doesn't exist.
My truth is what I lost.
Your truth doesn't exist.
My truth is what I lost.
You're the thing that I'm supposed to believe in.
You're the thing I just wanna forget.
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Society
04:27
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no version of this can make you all deny,
what has been chosen, will take us to the sky.
this sordid underbelly is about to change,
and in its place, something more deranged
the lucky few, able to traverse,
should take comfort, leaving in a hearse...
The rest of us, stranded to accept,
play the game, who is teacher's pet?
RESIST!
CEASE AND DESIST!
no version of this can make you all deny,
when we're gone, no one left to crusicfy.
waste your time, looking for your dream,
all there is, a cog in the machine.
trapped inside, perpetually in motion,
open wide, re-evaluate your notion,
all a lie, drowning in an ocean
pacify, wake up in your bed,
-
hallelujah -- -- you're dead.
RESIST!
CEASE AND DESIST!
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