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Abstinence works for me, not for them
Intolerance, far worse things? This makes no sense
Get high on me and mine
Take the poison
Raise a voice? The art of making noise
Attacking stance? Fist in face for personal
choice
So witless? self, self, self.
Take the poison
Two polluting lifestyle doctrines in defense
Re-assess the threats to well-being
Re-direct
And clear your heads
Dialogue (is a) powerful drug?
(not) verbal poison
Abstinence works for me, not for them.
Intolerance, far worse things? this makes no sense
Take the poison
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Next on the list?
Such a smug parasite
Snug in the comfort zone
We stepped back and watched while you violated
our effects, our spirits, our souls
Opportunist scum, think you're so immune?
Opportunist scum, we yearn to see you removed.
Opportunist scum, truly spineless cunt.
Opportunist scum, basks in his loathsome glow.
Where once I was passive, I'm ready to snap.
A pound of flesh for those that you've taken
That smiling surround can't shield you forever
When it slips, we'll be there to fuck your world!
A slap in the face
A slap in the face
Don't turn your back, don't lower your guard
Or assume you're safe around fellow sharks
'cause when I catch that patronizing smirk
(It) strengthens my will to smash your worthless bulk
A slap in the face
A slap in the face
A slap in the face
Goodbye to logic for this necessary justice [x 2]
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Everything fits nicely into place
Higher powers take the lead
Middleman sit, pondering his worth
One great scheme to stem (the) objective urge
Decision-making
and power playing
One up-manship
Show of hands
to clasp the myth
Vote in a new scourge
Everything fits nicely into place
Higher powers take the lead
Issues are decided before we've a chance to think
And moral high ground wins the day again
Decision-making
and power playing
principles spurned
Show of hands
to clasp the myth
Favors for my friends
it's a constitutional hell
where they pontificate and yell
Where etiquette outplays integrity
It's a constitutional hell
Everything fits nicely into place
higher powers take the lead
Sleeping giants show their real worth
I'll sum up on all the good you've done this earth...
...Nothing
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The rats on/ this earth/ have nothing on you
An insult/ to those which/ crawl the sewers
Devourer, plunderer, deceptor
Sniff out a/ scheme/ and leave the scraps behind
Voracious, insatiable? A nose attuned to greed
Devourer, plunderer, deceptor
Evade all traps
and come out gnashing, snarling, gnashing, snarling!
Disguises are many
Media pawn or man on the street
They'll scavenge your emotions
and leave you diseased
They'd steal a last possession
And smile as you concede
Devourer, plunderer, deceptor
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Speculate freely
begrudge me intensely
Lacking a conscience
lacking intelligence
Lesser than nothing
Lower than everything
As you drain our vitality
To a mundane reality
A form of therapy
Without compensation
A vague psychology
Free from obligation
intercept the negligence
accept the consequence
Amongst Barbaria
Mass hysteria
Opposite in a sign to abide
When the future is ours to decide
We continue to watch and observe
Just to find out what purpose it serves
Paralyzed? A spectacle for all to see
Happiness within our grasp, but out of reach
Volume of neglect
forcibly expressed
Volume of neglect
forcibly expressed
Devastate a silhouette, calm and serene
Abandon/ an systematic insane routine
Volume of neglect
forcibly expressed
Volume of neglect
forcibly expressed
Opposite in a sign to abide
When the future is ours to decide
We continue to watch and observe
Just to find out what purpose it serves
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Serve my head on a plate
Pulp my heart with ill will
I did trust you, led to lust you, to be duped
Thanks for fucking nothing!
Serve my head on a plate
Pulp my heart with ill will
Sensed a mystique, turned to spent air? Killed it dead
Thanks for fucking nothing
Scraped the depths to salvage something
Thanks for fucking nothing
Drained my all, then dropped the bombshell
True, we were not joined/ our every feature spliced
Though you rushed in and took a lead
Three words spouted
This contagion
crossed all divides
caused a shift in protective focus
Three words flouted
Untimely end, I should've clicked? a sensory cut-out
A spoiling of the harmony, of which we were about
I don't despise or demonize, but I just know your form
Walk right out and move along, and leap before you look
Thanks for fucking nothing!
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Mitch harris
Ten yearsOf all-sides snipingFairness under fire
Ten long yearsRubbished objectivesTwo-pronged shower of bite
Dirt / is now scrubbedFrom our own doorstepBut / around every cornerHides a high roller
SuitedAnd heftity bootedSo casual and concerned
NetworkMakes the acquaintanceDance to soulless tunes
Dirt / is now scrubbedFrom our own doorstepBut / around every cornerHides a high roller
Get this prick away from meSmash him and the leeching clique
Fawning grin that pulls you inGolden windshake on the takeGet this prick away from me
(we're) enemies of the music businessYou corporate f**k !Enemies of the music businessBlack sheep on the custEnemies of the music business
Ten long yearsStill didn't finish usMuch to their disdain
Ten long yearsRegained the impetusThorns in cash-whores side
Dirt / is now scrubbedFrom our own doorstepBut / around every cornerHides a high roller
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Blunt/ on the cuttong/ edge!
This is stylistic disaster
Or so I'm told
Won't meet your estimations
Do well to fold
Can't keep up
to the dummy run
Am I redundant?
Nice and neat
(with a) sideline in grief
I'll stay unkempt
A real cutting edge is th scourge of the norm
For all the angst, you're tantrum-fuelled dolls
Abrasiveness a convenience
Sell for a score
Come up clean doing the dirty
Cut and run, then dissolve
Mould in motion
See straight through
Transparent you
A real cuting edge is the scourge of the norm
For all the angst, you're tantrum-fuelled dolls
I'm blunted, I'm blunted on the cutting edge
Sharpness diminished through truth to myself
I'm rusted, I'm rusted on the cutting edge
Sight-lines cloud over when met with pretence
Together.
Drop the act!
Drop the act!
I'm blunted, I'm blunted on the cutting edge
Sharpness diminished through truth to myself
I'm rusted, I'm rusted on the cuting edge
Sight-lines cloud over when met with pretence
Drop the act!
Drop the act!
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So drawn? I warm to the fire in their hearts
This ain't romantic gesturing
It's a hand to head the charge
To the indifference of the preening, idle rich
Such champions are cancerous, tumours in the gut
of affluent bliss
Why let these scab observers tag them trouble-makers?
It's naive? You're on a leash.
This is the cure for their common complaint (x2, second time scream)
Ditch the gullibility
Strike 'til the green runs dry
bring them to their knees
Or squander as they thrive
Reject the cure for their common complaint (x2, second time scream)
On break,
Agitate!
Hoist those standards, arm in arm
Walk the walk and talk the talk
Agitate! Agitate! Agitate!
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I dissolve to a dream of the past
Terminate, to remove
Falling fast
at the end of a chain thoughts collect
Execute. A degree. I defect.
What's it worth?
Sacrifice the earth? It bleeds.
Meet your needs. Devilish deeds
Reconcile. Understood. Contemplate.
Desecrate. To denounce. Detonate.
Tentative. To reject. Overdue.
Final stage. To complete. Follow through.
Far too late.
Absolute hate? this Hell
An empty shell.
Desolate cells.
A necessary evil? bargaining pleas
Held at ransom? Or souls diseased
A necessary evil? the dominant role?
There's no escape? You crossed the solitary line
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Eminent
Arrogant
Ignorant
Affluent
Desensitized
Devoid and blind
All compassion nullified
Paragon of virtue
(Paragon of shit)
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Cloaks of sickness/ keeping us sweet
Delusional blackness/ fictional madness
Visionary blackness/ traps are set
Revolving mind-doors/ conspiring our downfall
Which came first? The lies or deceit?
Why did the suffering cross the divide?
The dealer sold his soul/ to hide
And left us on the other side
The business lessons for which we burn
Desolate loops in which we turn
Saga of fools, a voyage of trust
No contracts bound
Gathering dust
Which came first? The secret or the crime?
Where does the loyalty cross the line?
The dealer sold his soul to hide
And left us on the other side
Tranquilize our denial
Vengeance is mine
Capitalize/ on regret
Kick aside what aspires
Vengeance is ours
Our defence won't expire
Eat the shit with a smile/ don't be frail
Our word is bound
Face the wall; fill the mould that we take
And break with our hands
Sign the line; it's your life
Don't be squeamish
Take the time, taste the sweat
Choke back your tongue
Mechanics, mechanics, mechanics of deceit
Glorified, butchered, bathed in malice
Sign the line; it's your life
Don't be squeamish
Take the time, taste the sweat
Choke back your tongue
at the shit with a smile, don't be frail
Our word is bound
Face the wall; fill the mould that we take
And break with our hands
Mechanics of deceit (x3)
Tranquilize our denial
Vengeance is mine
capitalize on regret
Kick aside what aspires
Vengeance is ours
Our defence won't expire--so beware!
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Name your price for progress
Impoverished settle the bill
Clear a path--coming through!
Clear a path--coming through!
Stylize
Making it easy/ on the eye
Keep our distance--too underformed to grace the sublime
Flatter to decieve
Building arthouse cosmetics
Like a mismatched prosthetic
Like a mismatched prosthetic
Spreads like wildfire
Burgeoning yuppie nirvana
Highbrow aesthetics
Decadents always crave more
Marvel at/ the sleek design
The wilting talk/ of curves and lines
A piece-de/ resistance
To banish my pig-norance
The public gets/ what the public doesn't want
What use is this/ to man or beats
It glosses over/ basic needs
The public gets/ what the public doesn't want
Access denied/ we're utter philistines
Access denied/ we're utter philistines
Caged in the exclusion zone
Pass away/ in sepia tones
The public gets/ what the public doesn't want
Access denied? Accept we're cultural slime
Access denied? Accept we're cultural slime
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Battered frantic, dressed in tragedy
Reach the point where time caught up, why me?
Paths we chose, the sorrows we cause
It's all forgotten instantly as pain calls
Just a fracture
in the equation of designs
Self-destructure
drawing out life
Neutral unknown, a nervous calm
Answers tactically arranged--stalling time
Just a fracture
in the equation of designs
Self-destructure
drawing on life
Second chance
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