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Gestapo! Gestapo!
01:15
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Cursory bound, swinging a gun
the Gestapo was built by the dictator’s son
shifted up north, soldered a badge
tailored a hole in the front of his pants
Gestapo is hard and ready - his presence is unsettling
Gestapo leave me be, I know you get off molesting me
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Dead Press
01:33
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Saddened by authority,
a self-normalized hypocrisy
civil protests being put to sleep,
another nail in the coffin of freedom of speech
Dead Press!
Sickened by debauchery,
every influence is monetary
keep the public from the real picture,
so the 1% continues to grow richer
Dead Press - You’ve been censored to death
there is no honesty, just hold your fucking breath
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Budd Dwyer Blues
01:16
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I’ve been talking to the press, through a hole in my head
my guilt fed depression is a side effect of my conviction
Buddy’s got the blues, Buddy knows he is gonna lose
Won’t spend my life in prison, “I’ll kill myself on television”
I cannot explain, the private right-wing financial gains
it was just my earthly mission, guiding me towards my ascension
See Buddy climb to heaven, you can watch him on television
See Buddy climb to heaven, has he earned his virgin women?
Dirty politicians who won’t accept the blame
learn a lesson from Buddy’s wisdom and blow out your brains
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Anthropocene
01:10
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The gerent rides the black acid rain
as it swells upon the world he disdains
insatiable hunger, what is it that you crave?
We can’t drink were the gerent has bathed
Virulent, rotting the Earth, carving a path to extinction
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Monsanto's Daughther
01:29
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Does the environment need distemper,
to delineate from nature?
I synthetic agriculture, am Monsanto’s little daughter
Parasitic soil vultures,
we follow your GMO Mother Nature
I synthetic agriculture, am Monsanto’s little daughter
My father’s name was Monsanto, he spread his seeds across the dirt
synthetically enabled to resist the cabbage worm
my mother’s name was Monsanto, she weaved her fibers into cloth
synthetically enabled to resist the gypsy moth
my master’s name was Monsanto, he owns my genetic rights
synthetically enabled to resist the spider mites
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Mr. Church, he is a miserly old man who has his actions rehearsed
Mr. State, he has a dildo in his ass and a bible in his face
Well in god we trust they go hand and hand
the sanctity of marriage is just another fucking scam
under one god means stuck in a hole
Mr. Church, Mr. State are out of control
Mr. Church, he is a senile man and a fucking pervert
Mr. State, I never could trust him and I never could relate
Mister Church! Mister State! Please just fucking go away!
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Waste Of Time
02:05
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Drank his sour wine before his masses
sacrificed his body to his bastards
whose liturgy reduced to a holy spoil
in a belief in life beyond decayal
The books was as old as it’s meaning was lost
I don’t give a fuck if your savior died on a cross
the threat was old and no life goes to hell
your empire is built on the lies that you sell
spit the host back into his ashes
clawed the eyes out of the watching masters
whose liturgy reduced to a holy spoil
in a belief in life beyond decayal
Living for the afterlife…
is such a fucking waste of time
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