1. |
Bullshit Protector
03:56
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So we think we can argue it away
Just pretend it’s not fucking ingrained
Just say it’s this or that or doesn’t affect
The effects aren’t important if they’re indirect
Bullshit // veiled by freedom of speech
Protector // can’t question creativity
Bullshit // all run in their defense
Protector // face it and you deal with it
Bullshit // Protector
So we think we can argue it away
Just pretend it’s not fucking ingrained
Because if we face our white supremacy
We have to face our white supremacy
Bullshit // we all want to hide
Protector // want to keep it veiled
Bullshit // we all want to hide
Protector // our discomfort trumps other’s lives
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2. |
Dead Words
02:35
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We write these words
But who will read them
Dead fucking words
Into the aether
Wasted keystrokes
Annoy the assessor
Dead fucking words
Into the aether
Dead fucking words
Dead fucking Language
Dead fucking words
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3. |
Atlas Hugged
03:15
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There’s a shadow on this earth
A shadow that clouds our minds
That entices our selfishness
And makes a citizen a terrorist
It looks like Atlas needs a fucking hug
Fanatical propaganda
That comes across so convincing
Playing on our fears
Randian ethics brainwashing
It looks like Atlas needs a fucking hug
There’s no objectivity in objectivism, in objectivism
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4. |
Pystopia
03:29
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Pystopia
They try to push some vision
Of the virtues of the past
We’ll reinvent our fucking selves
Visions of a psychopath
That will liberate us
But we’ll crucify our fucking selves
Pystopia
Convinced of their vision
Of greed and selfishness
A vision we’ll all live in wealth
One day we’ll be stable
Even feel safe and equal
We’ll crucify our fucking selves
Curse of our progress
Pystopia
Convinced of their vision
Of greed and selfishness
A vision we’ll all live in wealth
One day we’ll be stable
Even feel safe and equal
We’ll crucify our fucking selves
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Dead Dopamines, fuck
Dead Dopamines, ah
Fucking bastards, false motherfuckers, bringing garbage to your town
Pop punk poseurs, false as fuck motherfuckers, we are all…
D-E-A-D-D-O-P-A-M-I-N-E-S (x2)
D-E-A-D Dopamines
Dead Dopamines, fuck
Dead Dopamines, ah
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6. |
Rust In Piss
03:07
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There is hardly any rest, and there’s never any peace
The best any of us get is maybe some release
Because when we leave our bubble all we can see is suffering
Born into piss, so we’ll all
Rust in piss
We all rust in piss
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