1. |
HISteria
02:45
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You’re gonna break before I bend
Fighting a war you cannot win
You can no longer slip behind outdated laws
And the balance will tip the more join the cause
The terms have been set, let the countdown begin
Young man go on do what you can
We’ll go toe-to-toe and we’ll see how high you stand
If you think it’s a sport, if you’re seeking a thrill
I’ve got a mind for sin and the looks to kill
Hey man I think you’re in my spot
What happens next won’t get you off
I’m tired of this shit, yeah, enough is enough
And the balance will tip the more wake the fuck up
The terms have been set, let the countdown begin
Big man go on do what you can
We’ll go toe-to-toe and we'll see where you land
Try to turn me down, try to push me below?
I’m gonna bury you where nobody will know
You don’t know me or what I’ve done
You don’t know what I’m capable of
I dare you to throw down all your pissy insecurities
If you wanna go, I’ll go all the way
(Can you hear it now, can you hear it?)
I’ve got red tape to rip and glass ceilings to break
And the balance will tip the more find the strength
The terms have been set, let the countdown begin
Young man go on do what you can
We’ll go toe-to-toe and we’ll see how high you stand
If you think it’s a sport, if you’re seeking a thrill
I’ve got a mind for sin and the looks to kill
(Can you hear it now, can you hear it?)
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2. |
Warm Crimes
03:21
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Welcome to
The future
Where nothing’s free
You’ll come to
Draw succor
From the misery
On the edge of total failure
Take the chance to meet your maker
Hit rock bottom and get running
Hands up! To grab hold of something
Never let it go
It’s fucked up
The format
Pour our lives away
It’ll suck up
Every ounce that
You’re willing to pay
Blistered fingers gripping tighter
Show them that they’ve forged a fighter
Trapped inside your darkest hour
Hands up! Time to seize your power
Don’t ever let it go
Are you one of us
Or you playing with me?
You better lay ‘em down
If it’s what you believe
Are you breaking free
Of the insanity
Cuz GET FUCKED!
We’re going all in right now
The madness
Will take you
If you let it in
This purpose
Won’t save you
But let’s pretend
Line ‘tween truth and lies is blurring
Current time: Half-past disturbing
Overlooking utter chaos
Hands up!
Time to let it go
Are you one of us
Or you playing with me?
You better lay ‘em down
If it’s what you believe
We’re doing warm crimes
In the summertime
Check it out, mom
I turned out just fine
When you crash and burn
Instead of taking flight
Sometimes a little wrong
Can help you feel alright
If you’re down to fight
Then tonight’s the night
And GET FUCKED!
We’re going all in right now
It shouldn't be a surprise;
We should have seen from the past:
Society's demise
Society’s collapse
Are you one of us
Or you playing with me?
You better lay ‘em down
If it’s what you believe
We’re doing warm crimes
In the summertime
Check it out, mom
We turned out just fine
When you crash and burn
Instead of taking flight
Sometimes a little wrong
Can make you feel alright
If so tonight’s the night
If you’re down to fight
But GET FUCKED!
We’re going all in right now
Right now
Right fucking now
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3. |
M.I.A.
02:25
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From the start it was all about the art
No shits to give and nothing to prove
Anyone who said that you didn’t belong
Better fuckin move
And the legacy you’ll leave by being real
Can still be felt, from the C.D. to the Hill
What you did and what was done
When last call comes
With your headphones on
May you still rock on
May the song go on
When he’s done
When the darkness comes
Give ‘em the bird
And refuse to break
Cuz who you were
He cannot take
Wish that I’d been a part of the scene
When you were playing shows
To see you, like a whirlwind
Crush the status quo
And the memories you’ll leave by being you
Can still be felt, from the Sodo to SLU
What you did and what was done
When last call comes
WIth your headphones on
May you still rock on
May the song go on
When he’s done
When the darkness comes
Give ‘em the bird
And refuse to break
Cuz who you were
He cannot take
To all my heroes headed home
You know we know we’re not alone
But we will do this on our own
Cuz what you did watch what we'll do
When last call comes
WIth your headphones on
May you still rock on
May the song go on
When he’s done
When the darkness comes
Give ‘em the bird
And refuse to break
Cuz who you were
He cannot take
When last call comes
WIth your headphones on
May you still rock on
When the darkness comes
May you go whole
Into the next phase
Who you were
He cannot take
Give ‘em the bird
And refuse to break
Cuz who you were
He can’t erase
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4. |
Decades
03:47
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Did you think that they'd take you
Once you had evolved?
That your first world problems
Would all be solved?
You were wrong
Strung along
Till reason was gone
And the will to live on
Escape reality
To rot in infamy
Did you have second thoughts once
The deed has been done?
Did the blinders come off, did
The goal seem far-flung?
Did you cry?
Stammer "why?"
Look to the sky
And see through the lie?
Transcend humanity
Brainwashed by Do and Ti
Just a dumb sop thinking Hale Bop
Will mean a trip to the heavens
And reward what you wrought
Lay the bodies on their beds
Wait your turn soon you'll be dead!
Drink your fill of phenobarbital
And sing with the others as you
Expire in the rubble
We're all high now we're all gonna fly
On the ship behind the comet as it passes by
Hey ET won't you please take me
I'm the best one on the planet, take my corpse and see
Doing God's work has gotta have its perks
And we'll fly off in a spaceship just like Captain Kirk
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5. |
Fake News
03:01
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Watching the clock as the
Time slips away
Is it tomorrow or yesterday?
Can’t go to sleep and I
Can’t stay awake
Can’t tell what’s real and what’s really fake
But the nothingness breaks as
You come packing, think it’s your turn to rise
You’ve got a million reasons, but they’re all built on lies
Staring at the phone as life
Goes down the drain
Can’t feel the line between
Joy and pain
I’m not alive, but I
Don’t think I’m dead
Can’t trust my friends or any-
Thing that I’ve read
But my eunni’s fled as
You come packing, think it’s your turn to rise
You’ve got a million reasons, but they’re all built on lies
And I know you feel hurt
And you’re willing to fight
But a MAGA hat and AR-15
Do not make you right
Willing to murder for
What you call freedom
Hold on to your boots, boys
You’re gonna need ‘em
When complacency shatters, and it’s truth’s turn to rise
There are a million reasons why we can’t compromise
And I know you feel hurt
And you’re willing to fight
But a MAGA hat and low self-esteem
Do not make you right
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6. |
MK Ultra
04:50
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You proudly enlist
So pure of heart
Gonna be like your daddy before you
What tales will you tell
When the needle goes in?
What secrets will you spill
When the drug kicks in?
And the whole time he’s watching
Serving your country as a guinea pig
Fucked by mandate of the state
An eighteen year old’s wet dream except
You’re the victim of Doctor Death
He watches through the mirror
Sees how you react
Will you crack like the soldier before you?
What lessons will he learn?
And at what expense?
What oaths will be overturned
In the name of “science”?
And the whole time he’s watching
Serving your country as a guinea pig (get fucked!)
Fucked by mandate of the state (fuck the state!)
An eighteen year old’s wet dream except
You’re the victim of Doctor Death
Fighting for “freedom” and “liberty”
Souped up on hookers and L.S.D.
Till your mind snaps, and you gasp your last breath
You’re at the mercy of Doctor Death
And Doctor knows what is best
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7. |
The Countess
02:49
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Lives in a castle on the hill
With a town of girls to beckon at her will
They come to help their families but
They die in agony cuz
Her hemophilia cannot be fulfilled
Down in her dungeon she’s got toys
She has their mouths sewn shut so they can’t make any noise
Ants and rabid hounds will bring the
Pleasure of their suffering
There’s nothing more that the Countess enjoys
They say she was just lonely after her
Husband passed away
But she was born with a taste for blood
And she would die that way
She’s the Countess
And that’s a fact
She’s the Countess
Psychopath
Over time her pleasure starts to wane
No longer satisfied by their pain
Maybe noble blood will feed
Her taste for immortality
She grows desperate as her own life drains
They say the thought of aging filled her
Shallow heart with fear
But she was a homicidal bitch and
Vanity was second tier
She’s the Countess
Yes she is
She’s the Countess
Rip, rip, drip, drip
The Countess doesn’t give a shit
Bathing in blood
As if it would cleanse her
Of all the things she’s done
800 names in her book before she would be caught
Board her in, brick by brick, and leave her there to rot
To face her own brutality before it would be said
Bang bang the witch is dead!
She’s the Countess
Yes she is
She’s the Countess
Rip, rip, drip, drip
The Countess doesn’t give a shit
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8. |
Spinal Snap
02:26
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Lizzie Borden took an ax
She gave her mother forty whacks
When she saw what she had done
She gave her father forty-one
Was it a love tryst that made you kill?
Or was Dad a shit bag who paid for his thrills?
Andrew Bordon now is dead
Lizzie hit him on the head
Up in heaven he will sing
And on the gallows she will swing
Was it a sisterly plot to put a stop to your parents’ tyrannical reign?
Or was Uncle John the murderous one, and for him you took the blame?
Lizzie took an ax
One day in Fall River, Mass.
And the cops botched it royally
Laughing at the top of the stairs
The “happiest woman in the world”-
Did you know that you’d go down in infamy?
Lizzie never had to plead
She did whatever she fuckin pleased!
Were you unjustly accused with neither motive nor means?
Or an entitled, rich, homicidal genius who got away with it clean?
Lizzie took an ax
One day in Fall River, Mass.
And the cops botched it royally
Laughing at the top of the stairs
The “happiest woman in the world”-
Did you know that you’d go down in infamy?
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9. |
Salt & Sin
03:32
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One hot night in Mexico
On a road trip with the crew
I had a feeling things were about to get killer cool
A small sign pointed down a dirt road
It said “Cantina Gusano”
I turned and shared a smile with my friends
We knew we were in for a night of salt and sin
Shots were waiting on the bar
And the music was playing loud
I quickly lost my girlfriends in the crowd
Summer heat ethereal
Liquor sweet and flammable
The world spun as the sun went down
See you, my love, six feet underground
I had a dream, a fiery scene
Of smoke and blood and a knife in my hand
Tequila and lime, sweat and turpentine
The adrenaline of taking a life-
What a night
Sometime later we awoke
With headaches in our car
And to our shock there was no sign of the bar
We laughed and blamed the pills and booze
Silly girls on a bender cruise
And no one mentioned the soot on our bloodied clothes
No era un sueño después de todo
I had a dream, a fiery scene
Of smoke and blood and a knife in my hand
Tequila and lime, sweat and turpentine
The adrenaline of taking a life-
What a night
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10. |
Hybristophilia
02:32
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My momma told me
Be careful what you wish
Sometimes wishes come true
Yes they do
If you dream that Satan will
Sweep you off your feet
Be prepared for what he’ll do to you
Get fucked!
Get fucked!
Hybristophilia
Open your eyes, you stupid girl
You’ll be cryin’ in your sleep
When the demon appears
Sellin’ your soul seemed like such fun
But you’ll be sayin’ your prayers before the
Demon is done
Some girls see monsters everywhere they look
Some girls spend their whole lives trying to find one
With little regard for the lives those assholes took
You’ll get yours, sometime before death comes
Get fucked!
Get fucked!
Hybristophilia
Open your eyes, you stupid girl
You’ll be cryin’ in your sleep
When the demon appears
Sellin’ your soul seemed like such fun
But you’ll be sayin’ your prayers before the
Demon is done
Get fucked!
Get fucked!
Hybristophilia
Open your eyes, you stupid girl
You’ll be cryin’ in your sleep
When the demon appears
Sellin’ your soul seemed like such fun
But you’ll be sayin’ your prayers before the
Demon is done
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11. |
Ebenezer
04:31
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Marley was dead
As a doornail they said
And it’s your turn to make a choice
If you continue down this road
Where it ends, Satan knows
A fate filled with fire and brimstone
The past and the present may yet change what you’ll become
The first ghost will appear when the clock strikes one
In your younger days it was a quest for gold
That swept you away and turned your heart to coal
The innocence of youth has since abandoned you
The next ghost will appear when the clock strikes two
You’re already dead, just don’t know it yet
A self-made poison that will spread, suck the life from you
Like you’ve done to those around you
Stop
Gaze upon yourself through other people’s eyes
And cop to the tears supplied by
Stepping on the little guys
They cooked the goose and huddled close for warmth
They prayed for you as you looked on in scorn
The time it has come to pay for your misdeeds
The last ghost will appear when the clock strikes three
You’re gonna get what you deserve
I hope regret hurts as you burn
Marley was dead
As a doornail they said
And you’ve had time to make your choice
(You’re gonna get what you deserve)
You’ve loved only what you’ve owned
And now it’s time to die alone in your fortress of fire and brimstone
Your fortress of fire and brimstone
Fire!
Fire!
The past, the present, and the future will now merge into one
The time, it has come, to pay for what you’ve done
You’re gonna get what you deserve
I hope regret hurts as you burn
And for the part of you that could have learned
May it rise up from the flames as you burn
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12. |
3:36
04:32
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Taken following a lead
They claimed you were a spy
They photographed your suffering
“Submit or he will die”
3 minutes 36 seconds and
The world had been changed
They take what remains 30 miles north
To a shallow grave
And for a minute you’re a media star
Everyone in the world knows who you are
We all knew that it’d go this far
What could they have done? Why couldn’t something have been done?
And what a way to leave a legacy
Your final horrors displayed for all to see
The world witnessed this atrocity
I like to believe that in death you were set free
What hits make a terrorist?
What slights make a racist take a life?
Both sides felt justified
To retaliate- you were the bait
And what a way to make history
A pawn to greed and insanity
You’ll be forgotten the next tragedy
How did this begin? How can it end?
Don’t let the water force you to break
The suffocating flywheel of hate
The sympathy notes Muslims wrote to his wife
A bud in the desert clinging to life
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