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Intro
00:08
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In Memoriam
01:25
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Spit on gold sickening bloated bitch
Poisonous fanciful lullabies to make the racists dance
The love it when you shame the whores
Now I’ll throw opiates in the air and shit on your grave
Broadcasting none but lies
Amplify the line
Spread your social disease through the radio feed
I’ll kick your fat fucking tits dispite you being dead bitch
In all the rot you caused your hatred will live on
Sometimes lung cancer can be the hero rotting filth like you from the inside
Principled conservative idol
Boner pill popping fucking weirdo
You wanna memorialize this trash
Hope he’s having fun getting railed by Satan with his spiked cock in his ass
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Satanic Panic
01:40
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Everybody jump on board it’s time for ritual satanic abuse lore
We need a moral panic every now and then
Ignore reality original sin
Rock n’ Roll, Dungeons Dragons
Won’t somebody think of the children
Where were you when they found the corpses
Don’t you feel so goddamn stupid now
At least it could never happen again
Don’t you feel so goddamn stupid now
Build up the rage
Terrify the imbeciles
Suburban Boredom
Mass Hysteria
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Encompassed by the darkness steal pressed to flesh
Trying with everything still disappointment
Living the promised life of righteousness
Blurred vision leading to the awakening
Fear not the men threatening flame
Better to rot in the dirt than to fear heaven
Preaching of brimstone, message of peace
Maggots too will fill the corpse of the gods creation
A life spent mimicking immaculate
Destined to be the failure embodiment
Your name not written down, no book of life
Forgotten memory of a forgotten deity
The demons in your head
The truth of god lies in a mirror
To exist for a myth is a wasted road
Hands above your head or behind your back it’s the same thing
Get up off of your knees it’s time to breathe
You owe nothing to the curse of the past placed upon your head
The hand of god is the force on your neck
The faithful are the enslaved passing their chains to be depraved
Control is motivation lighting the gas societal degradation
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Seditious
02:44
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Seditious patriots goose stepping in the streets
Militant terrorists spreading toxicity
Your cowardice behind the cloak does not go unnoticed
Treasonous inadequate little men
The tyranny you feared is here now you’ve fallen in line
Goose step your ass right to the back christofascist swine
Sticks and stones and breaking bones
Look so good ornament to a lamp post
At the behest of sad fat tyrants
When your spine slips the body populace celebrates pavement design
You march into these streets creating propaganda
Pathetic puppets of lunacy
No pity for what’s done to you the dishonor you bring
Secret police wrapped up in red, white, and blue
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Orwellian
02:29
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Orwellian reading my mind sanitize my thoughts tell me what to find
Observing words knowing now deceit
Fear the rats rewrite history
Stare into the sun and you won’t go blind
Everyone can see now rallying cry
Voices raised against what is known
Fear the rats rewrite history
Belief in sight belief in lies plugged into bullshit a man so wise
Double the speak then double again double the think to mitigate sin
The optical is the the illusion Orwellian
Yeah your thoughts are your own
What you see is not what you see Orwellian
See with a sight to see through stone
No pitfalls in propaganda we’ve always been at war
It’s a new world order ministry of truth
There’s only peace once the blood starts to flow
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7. |
Formaldehyde Face
01:30
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As I wander through these streets nothing but misery
Cattle being bred for slavery
Keep us asleep, keep us selfish, keep us sedated
Come with your guns and bulldoze everything we have
No independent thought, obey, conform, stay asleep
No thought, Do not question authority
But now the blind have sight seeing through your fucking lies
And I’m all out of bubblegum
Broadcast my face now I will haunt your dreams
Knife turning in your skulls you cannot hide from me underground
I climb your towers I kill your men
You tell me not to interfere I cannot win
Now they see your ugly faces
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Obliterator
03:15
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Eyes to the sky as they turn blood red
The moneyed gods don’t care if we’re dead
Pack up your shit the time draws near
Everybody’s fucking running
Panic the new way of life
The season, season to die
Now get down on your knees
Put the money in their pockets
Oh gods have you not had enough
Taking all the resources to build your monuments to yourself
Build your fucking castles on the burnt corpses of the dead
Raise your foundation above the smoke and ash
And when you go to sleep at night
Know if could very well be the last time
Burn the fucking planet until it’s black around
The ashes of the poor will replenish the ground
Who needs resources when you are that high above
Lock the gates it’s not too late to secure yourselves
While you accumulate the rest of of fight to survive
You’re not a genius no you’re not a fucking mastermind
Exploiting labor while you fellate your motherfucking self
The planet burns and you get richer selling us the smoke
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Preach to me from the television screen
Duplicitous charlatan
A rich man holding out his hand
My seed is all of god’s plan
Lifestyles of a rich man flying a jet through the eye of a needle
Broadcasting their prayers like the hypocrites
Cut out the tongues in which you speak
Exploit the poor with the gospel of prosperity
If I am seeking god it’s good to know you’ve got something to sell me
Regaling with the tails of your debauchery
From a mansion of the hillside
A flock of sheep being led to slaughter
On a ramp that they paved in gold theirselves
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Redeemer
03:11
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Driven into dirt you pray for shit
Told by your saviors high above to look down
At the boot on top of your head
Opportunists and thieves picking your pocket
As you write me a check to help you stop it
Worship me you dumb son of a bitch
I’ll take everything from you until you have nothing left
Worship me now you dumb motherfuck
Because this all disappears when my light fades out
Scorching the skies
The money rains down upon me
Hoarding the wealth
You wouldn’t know what to do with it anyhow
It’s hard to see you from behind these gates
To keep warm I burn these dollars I alone create
Let them die in their sweat
Let them die in their piss
All for the profits
Scorch the skies
Burn the land
Controlling the narrative blood on my hands
Worship me now
I control the laws
I control the information
Your god is my friend I speak with your god
Eat of my scraps if I have anything left
Worship me you dumb son of a bitch
I’ll just keep taking from you until you have nothing left
Worship me
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11. |
Stench of Death
02:48
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Lights and flashes fire synapses
Imprint upon the mind mold the formless clay
Embrace development subtle insertion
A hero for every hundred corpses
Create the machines of war
Through the screens into the soul
Stench of death upon the acetate
Military might envy of every man
Reach into the cradle while you can
Replace the innocence visions of war
A hero for every hundred corpses
No there will be no repercussions
Reaching deep into the child's mind
Commandeering the vessels of death
Heroes on the screen killers of tomorrow
Scrub the mind substitute violence
Reach into the cradle while you can
Bombardment flashing images
Silver screens glimmer crying out for the mind
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12. |
UNTITLED
02:18
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