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I don’t know what’s running through your head
What makes you think you know who should be dead?
Who the hell made you the judge and jury
Executioner executing in a mindless fury
Well you’re all hopped up on 4 chan and sugar
Video games to practice eating your boogers
You gotta weird idea of fun
And you ain’t superior to anyone
Plagiarize your lying manifesto
Put it up online and then presto!
Another celebrity shooter on the news
Just another excuse to use
We don’t need no saviors, we don’t need no guns
We need bigger brains and hearts
We need everyone
No more absoluters, no first person shooters, no amateur executors.
No more persecutors, no more dead commuters and no first person shooters
No first person shooters
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Gotta take a little jab,
Gotta shed the albatross
Gonna take another stab,
And pull you down from your cross
Stop at nothing to enforce,
The compliance you request
Thousands dead and no remorse,
Arts and sciences suppressed
Dirty business is endured,
Atrocities are justified
Your forgiveness is assured,
But all others cast aside
You slip the poison in your drink,
And pull the ol' switcheroo
Then you raise a big stink,
Blasphemy, but not for you
Keep your eye on the puppet show
Move the clocks in reverse
Stratagems for the status quo
Took a turn for the worse
And we know this land was taken,
And we know that we kept slaves
We know that there were natives,
And their sacred grounds were paved
We know the ice is melting,
And that bees will be extinct
The Amazon is burning,
But you never even blinked
But when weapons are amassed,
It's a personal affair
While the flags are at half mast,
All you got is thoughts and prayers
All for love, or so you claim,
But compassion makes you scoff
The human body brings you shame,
So just where do you get off?
Advocate for the embryo
A testament to your heart
And then bask in the afterglow
Feeling you've done your part
Watch the soldiers dance
Pomp & Circumstance
The latest gadgetry
Oh, the pageantry!
Smug and odious
Sanctimonious
Rush of Dopamine
For the death machine!
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Victims Family - Trash
02:14
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Everything I own is gonna end up in the trash!
Everything I own will one day be trash!!!!
Look around at everything
Garbage as far as the eye can see
cell phones littering filthy streets
cigarette butts beneath my feet
weeds that sprout in broken sidewalks
mock my attempts to live forever
In a hundred years none of this will matter
I’ll be just some ashes scattered
In the ocean like so much litter
I’ll live forever on the servers of Twitter
Everything I own is gonna end up in the trash!
Everything I own will one day be trash!!!!
Plastic bags blowing in the wind
plastic toys in plastic bins
my bike my car and photographs
all of these treasures are nothing but trash
Everything rots but some of it doesn’t
Piles of trash spill out of your closet
Nothing I do today means shit
Earn some money to buy more of it
I’ve leave a pile of meaningless trifles
Unheard records and plastic rifles
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I go to the party or maybe to the show
And everyone is talking about everything they know.
You and I were talking about the government or something
And you said something interesting
That made me feel dumb, so I said:
“I know something about that!
I know something about that!
I know something about that!
I know something about that!”
I went to the party
But no one paid attention to me
You were smart and charming
And made me feel naive
But at least I’m opinionated about the things I wanna believe
So I just started talking and tried to make you see that
I know something about that!
I know something about that!
I know something about that!
I know something about that!
I know something about that!
I know something about that!
I know something about that!
I know something about that!
I know things about movies and books I’ve never read or seen
I’m a walking encyclopedia of facts and philosophies
“There are 175,.000 different kinds of chili peppers
A cat's mouth is cleaner than a humans
Water swirls around the other way if you’re on the other side of the equator
Jack The Ripper was left-handed
Some people can’t fold their tongues, you know, it’s a genetic thing.
The CIA sells cocaine, Charlie Chaplin had an enormous penis.”
Listen to all the things that I know and all the people I’ve met, it’s astounding
Any topic, anything you want to know about anything, come to me, I’m a very engaging conversationalist.
I can’t live with uncertainty
I can’t live with uncertainty
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I don’t want to sit around and watch you cry
Don’t want to sit and ponder reasons why
Everything’s exactly just the way it is
With no deeper meaning except that it
Has no deeper meaning than the surface shows
And everything is fine in the absence of hope
There’s nothing more that needs to be analyzed
I don’t even think that we should be surprised
I wanna see the sun
There’s nothing that annoys me more than your complaints
Hiding in the space between what is and ain’t
Except for my own little veil of tears
Hide behind a mask of being so sincere
I’m phony and I know it but I just don’t care
But I don’t mind because I’m unaware
Of everything I think and feel do and say
I just want to make the pain go away
I wanna see the sun
Now you’re running and I can see you hiding and I can hear you lying
I wanna see the sun
I wanna see what you’re trying to show me, the conspiracy that you think is so real.
How much do you know and what you’re trying to show and where you trying to go
And why does it always seem to lead back to the same old tracts hackneyed hacks and the lies that abide, the conquering divide, and the greedy and expedient lie.
Running and I can see you hiding and I can hear you lying
I wanna see the sun
Floating gently downstream and my life is just a dream and I like to think about things with my one-track mind. Floating gently downstream and my life is just a dream and I like to think about things with my one-track mind. I never wanted to see, I never wanted to be, I didn’t want to be me, I never wanted to freeze, like to think about things with my one-track mind.
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6. |
Nasalrod - The Maker
02:46
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There's a 5 letter word, it's buzzing through my head
Feeding me lies, telling me I'm already dead
Everybody wants their maker
Oh my goodness...what have you done
You traded everything we needed for a bucket of fun
Genuine or total faker
As the bullshit promises rain from the sky
Better clean up your act, better pull the wool out of your eyes
Just to live, we need a reason
Comb the beach, leech clams from the sand
Got a pocket full of gods all squawking bout idle hands
Pseudo-change is still in season
So give us something to believe in
There's a 5 letter word, it's buzzing through my head
Feeding me lies, telling me I'm already dead
Everybody wants their savior
Oh my goodness...what have you done
You traded everything we needed for a bucket of fun
Genuine or trash behavior
As the bullshit promises rain from the sky
Better clean up your act, better pull the wool out of your eyes
Just to live, we need a reason
Comb the beach, leech clams from the sand
Got a pocket full of gods all squawking bout idle hands
Contemplation’s not in season
so give us something to believe in
Stop – don’t drink the grape Kool
Aid – everyone’s sacrificing every
Thing – for one percent, hey…
Go – and find another
Way – we don’t need anyone to tell us
What – to do or to say
We…can’t believe him, he…will deceive
Stop-Stop-Stop Believing!
Stop-Stop-Stop Believing!
Stop – don’t drink the grape Kool
Aid – we don’t need anyone to tell us
What – to do or to say
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Here come the creeps, they’re getting closer now
They’re plotting to drain your life
They come in threes, they’re getting grosser now
They swarm with diseased little lies
And they just won’t go away, so we turn to them and say…
Get a life, or a coffin
You are why – we are so cynical
You believe you’re the gospel
Leave it behind - get a life
Here come the creeps, they’re way too comfortable
You’re not alone in the fight
They’re running free, feeling superior
Who’ll make them change...change their minds?
And they just won’t go away, so we turn to them and say…
Get a life, or a coffin
You are why – we are so cynical
You believe you’re the gospel
Leave it behind
Get a life, or a coffin
Missed the turn – that you were looking for
Look inside, there’s the problem
Leave it behind
Get a life or...or a coffin
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He will not be forgotten, she will not be forgotten
Thin blue line executions and needless dying
Leaders’ new sensitivity
Leaders faking some sympathy
Leaders call for civility…leaders lying
Thought you said – that you had the answer
Once again - the law assaults with laughter
You’ve redesigned…and redefined “apocalypse”
They will not be forgotten, those vast afflictions are rotten
It’s violence by way of poverty, needless dying
Clowns spread worthless conspiracies
Spouting phony disparities
Can’t kill our solidarity…but they’re trying
Thought you said – that you had the answer
Once again, the law assaults with laughter
Thought you said – that we’d get an answer
Property seems to be your master
Overwhelming, con’s compelling, terror’s selling, skies are telling
Overwhelming, con’s compelling, terror’s selling, you’re not helping
Thought you said – that you had the answer
Once again, the law assaults with laughter
Thought you said – that we’d get an answer
Robbery, snobbery…property - seems to be your master
You’ve reassigned…you’ve redesigned…and redefined what you think is “apocalypse”
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15 hours every day
Online Validation
Can't live any other way
Online Validation
Validate
Please, please somebody like me
This is your…this is your day
Pick your favorite distraction, give it all your time
Virtual satisfaction, artificial life
25 hours every day
Online Validation
This is how it is...online online…
22 hours like me love me, 23 hours like me love me, 24 hours like, love
Give me some of your attention
Please, please
Pictures or it didn’t happen, pictures or it didn’t happen, pictures or it didn’t happen
Beautiful times
No suicidal news that you'll be breaking
You've got it all - A perfect life
Don't matter if you're faking
Pick your favorite distraction, give it all your time
Virtual satisfaction, artificial life
Pick your favorite distraction, give it all your time
Virtual satisfaction
Pictures or it didn’t happen
Pictures or it didn’t happen
Pictures or it didn’t happen
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10. |
Nasalrod - New Education
04:59
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Given a gun, given a gun, given a gun - New kind of education
Given a gun, given a gun, given a gun -New kind of education
More than just a teacher, he’s an officer, a budget-cut supply provider
Who says that the teachers can’t be officers?
Ready to comply?
Given a gun, given a gun, isn’t it fun? - New kind of education
Given a gun, isn’t it fun, isn’t it fun? - New kind of education
Teachers, time to be a soldier…it’s time…God says it’s time
Kids in the class can’t make a sound, they had better be aware
This is no drill, so lock and load…or there’s corpses everywhere
Game over
Game over
More than just a teacher, she’s an officer, a budget-cut, cut, cut
Who says that the teachers can’t be officers?
Ready to comply?
Kids in the class can’t make a sound, they had better be aware
This is no drill, so lock and load…
Never, never
Question any policy – only option’s to agree
Making up conspiracies
New kind of education
Never turn off your TV…you cannot be free…
Keep it locked on Hannity…this is your reality
New form of education
New way to educate
New form of education
New way to educate
New education
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