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APOKALYPSE
01:28
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this is war//the blade will fall//you left your children in the cold, so don't be shocked when you get the wall//hands up, this world is ours//we don't need you anymore//on your knees, learn to crawl//eyes wide as you watch us burn it down
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MORE SHIT
01:47
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stumble, fall, smile through the pain
something new? it's just another day
legs don't work, always tired
a single touch can feel like fire
CHORUS:
Here's what will happen to me:
I won't feel, I won't breathe.
A tube in my throat and unable to see;
I'll have a mouth, but can't scream
as i crumble i understand
this is chaos there is no plan
but i know how it will end
and i'd rather it be by my own hand
CHORUS
this isn't dark it's reality
i live at the whim of this disease
and tho i may not ever thrive
at least for now i'm still alive
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NO DEBATE redux
01:55
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why should I talk to you? i hate you and all you do. you solve nothing and protect the worst from what they so richly deserve. you're just cowards and worthless to boot. not even worth the bullet I should shoot. (we may die, but it's nothing to them. as long as there's comfort they'll never repent. if we cross the line they'll condescend because civility is more important to them). you're just ghouls feeding on the corpse of some bullshit liberal discourse. (we don't like you, we don't need you) you do nothing more than sit around with other bores and plot our death.
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4. |
UNSTOPPABLE/IMMOVABLE
01:44
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lies pain hatred shame coffins our fate left for dead no pity or grace trash world burning gyre no progress only fire curse spit drop out quit may as well fight spit blood die with pride no option but the void dark past cant forget no room for regret cant run cant hide face our mistakes or die no future
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5. |
[redacted]
01:31
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[redacted]
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6. |
TERF WAR
01:28
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Hell bent! (Or so they say) It never ends. (It's just another Tuesday)
(We're degraded, but they're worthless, pallid cowards. Their threats are toothless)
Our suffering is their entertainment, but their end is near. Our salvations been denied, so whats left to fear?
(They are many, but not endless and they will fall because we're relentless)
We're cold. Starved. With our teeth bared were caged. We're diminished by their hate but elevated by our rage.
We wear our pride, we wear our pain. We bare our lives without shame.
We are not soft, we are not weak; we will not bend, we will not break.
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7. |
WARSAW B.C.
01:58
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there's blood on Their hands//a shadow on Their souls
flames and genocide//christian sin all smiles and lies
(of course They did this//They've done it before//the only surprise is this time They didn't keep score)
there were children in poland who died twisted in fear//there are childrens bodies starved beaten and buried here//this is Their passion//They destroy with pride//from warsaw to kamloops, there's no place to hide
(we aren't special//some angel nation//above brutality and degradation)
They can't blink at this//myopic and vain//They must own this darkness death and pain
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8. |
1312
01:05
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bastards baptized in shit swaggering with a gun on your hip patrol the streets and destroy lives murder steal beat your wives they've been bad since day one hunting slaves on the run lynch mobs with a badge and a gun no one is safe til they're gone we dont need them and never will can't protect what you kill they only ever protect their own thats why they gotta go
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9. |
GUTTERQUEER redux
01:44
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WAKE UP
there's beer on your breath your sheets are dirty and your house is a mess you have no idea what happened last night gotta split fuckin lip must have been a fight theres tangles in your hair and dirt on your cheek your fake fingernails have blood underneath theres fingers and stares as you walk down the street but your a gutterqueer and you can't be beat (they gave you nothing so give them nothing in return) you finally leave the house just past four and can't lock up cuz there's no door your neighbour hates you cuz youre a tranny skid but he doesn't know you hang with his kid theres tangles in your hair and dirt on your cheek your fake fingernails have blood underneath theres fingers and stares as you walk down the street but your a gutterqueer and you cant be beat (take what you need and leave the rest they can't break us if we're already broken) theres tangles in your hair and dirt on your cheek your fake fingernails have blood underneath theres fingers and stares as you walk down the street but your a gutterqueer and you can't be beat
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10. |
TRUSCUM
02:51
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Knocked you off the fence and told you to choose
so you piled in with the fascists and called yourselves true.
You're even more pathetic than actual fash,
cuz you live on your knees like bootlicking trash.
Sell yourselves and they'll kill you last.
Your rational is weak.
You really shouldn't speak.
Assimilation is a curse.
Somehow, you've made it worse.
You're stepping on our backs
or we're under the bus.
Not sure who'd expect politeness from us.
You're worshipping the cis like they're fuckin gods
all to maintain this bullshit facade.
Your will to power will end in ash.
This life is a prison, and you play at being guards.
You sow division to preserve the charade.
(Twilight has past and we are in the darkest hours of the night. Awash in a sea of misery, barely holding on. Focus on the rage my children, it will protect us, it's all we have)
I have no answers.
I cannot save you.
I can only promise that if our future ends in this darkness then so will yours.
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