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Dopesick
00:29
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It's just beginning…the feeling of dependency set in. The mind is spinning, and you're sifting through the ashes again. Scrape the carpet, and digging in the couch for some change. Never-ending, always trying to run and hide from the shame.
You're dope-sick.
Nothing's real when the mind is always chasing a dream. No love, no will, no self-esteem.
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Bulletproof Pig
00:29
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Dis-illusional in fantasy land…What makes you think you're better than us? Well you're not; you're just a cop. The coward is hidden behind the badge up on your chest, and you're power-tripping the fuck out. You make me want to puke. You're just like me, but we're nothing alike, you're power-tripping the fuck out.
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Needledick
00:39
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You're looking to the right. You're looking to the left. You're looking all over but you know there's nothing there. Freedom my ass...you never had a choice. The founders built the system because they thought the common man was dumb, Standing up in line but they've got your leader picked, money bought the ticket long ago Talley up the vote like it even makes a difference. Going through the motions in vain. 1..4..2..3..5...fuck it, recount. You should've said fuck it and stayed home to plot of some ways to burn it all to the ground.
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Gofer Broke
02:43
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Woke in up the morning feeling good for the first time in months, loving life, I can't get enough of it. Enjoy it while it lasts, the good and the bad, the ups and downs, the all-arounds, come and go...you never had a say in it. What I'm going to do today is live it like I'm out of time. Write another feel good jam, cause jammin's what I do and the jammin is who I am. If you ever say a thing about me, say I was a jammin man.
Do what I do, you've got to be crazy. Always the hard road...never quit. Do what you love and go for broke, until you're dead. You gotta be loco.
Tatted up from head to toe. Got no job, nowhere to go, but my beard can block out the sun. The only girls that like me are the creepy ones that fight me, they've got daddy issues, yea they like the abuse. Fuck, the DPS is calling, trying to creep up in my wallet, it's been a fuckin minute since I paid up on my tickets. Some may think the situation is looking kind of grim, but I never had a plan B...you make the best of it.
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Taxman
00:29
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He's the taxman, and he's come to collect. Have you ever wondered why we're the only creatures on the planet that have to pay to eat and sleep, pay the taxman. If you want to breath or take a shit, you have to work to cut the rent, put your 40 hours in, pay the taxman. Pay a tax to build the roads, pay a tax to drive your car, and pay a tax to fill the tank, pay the taxman. Pay a tax to feed the cop who pulls you over on a stop, pay the city, state, and fed. Fuck the taxman. And he's come to get his cut.
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The wolves are at the door
and mother fucker they're out for blood
We've caught the scent of your fear,
You've talked the game and yet never come through
Go for the weak just to make you feel more of a man
Fuck you, sheep in wolves clothing
You're running with the wolves
For fucking fake, once friend now foe
Sheep in wolves clothing
Know your place
Discarded, with no disregard
We're out for blood…
The wolves are at the door
and mother fucker we're out for blood
Know your place
Your life...head in your hands
You're no man
We're out for blood and going for the throat.
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7. |
Livin' It Up
01:01
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Living it up, just another day. Broke and restless, in a band, and wouldn't have no other way. Party with your homies, getting stupid, starting shit, and dodging coppers, but we don't pay them no mind (this town is ours). The night is young, and you know we don't rest until the rise of the sun. Grab a forty, and a hunnie, and a guitar, and your chilling on the rooftop with your homies, and you're living it up…
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Gutter Funk
00:42
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You and your god are already dead. Imploding black hole of vileness. Throw the machine back in the fold. Living is my greatest revenge. Spawn of the herd is shattered beyond. The face of god, incarnated in human form. Human refuse. This feeling is savage beyond belief. The embodiment of ultimate evil. Thrown into the guillotine. Torn apart and left for fucking dead.
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Clean Break
01:51
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Another tale of a man without morals. He pushes through the restless streets of his town. Going un-noticed of the passers by...hands clenched with the fury of a man who will never let himself be free. Isolation is the result of a dead soul searching. Pre-emptive hatred, pushing everyone away. Caving inward from the weight of his own shell like a dying star.
Itching to live and starving for truth, but with constant reminders of consequences of his wasted youth. Failure after failure fueled the self disgust within. Fucked in the head with no hope to stop and start again. From battleground to burial, rewind and press repeat. Give it up and let it go...but this you'll never learn.
The man without morals, that man is me. Pushing through the wreckage of these self inflicted wounds. From battleground to burial, the past is laid to rest. Wipe the slate, clean break, new beginnings start with death.
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