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How Many This Year?
01:23
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On pulpits we're praised, yet in gutters we die. We're gristle for the mill, corpses for the grind. Rotting martyrs on Golgatha raised, splayed and bloody for the cis-gaze. You can fit the narrative of being broken and weak; you'll still recieve nothing, you'll starve in the streets. Fit the mold tranny, they'll care when you're dead.
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Corpses Are Civil
01:25
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Oh no! I did it again! I opened my mouth and pissed off a "friend". "Don't rock the boat!" You're so full of fear. If I didn't before let me make it clear. If you wan't me dead? I want the same. Your bleeding eyes. Your ragged screams. Decay in a ditch you fucking scum, I want you to scream, I want you to run. You live on your feet while we die on our knees, treated like filth or like we're diseased. Sterilized like dogs in a cage. And still you gasp at the depth of our rage? I won't be quiet as you wish for my death, I'll spit in your face with my last breath. So bring me your violence in action or speech. This ends one of two ways: our death or your defeat.
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Skeleton, Meet Closet
01:46
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You can hear them laughing; it rattles your skull. Your body betrayed. Your mind numb.Tie the knot at both ends.
"Whats with the loathing?"
"Whats with the pain?"
"When did this happen?"
"When did you change?"
You know the answers. You know what will come. You know all the reasons. Time to be undone. You died in that closet, yet here you are. Walking amongst us, vacant and lost. As they laugh you sob. As you sob you swing.
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No Debate
01:54
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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. Your a coward, and worthless to boot. Not 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. Cross a line and they'll condescend cuz 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 collaborate with other bores to plot our death.
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Destroyer
02:28
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Born to die, but not yet. First we settle debts. This world still spins, no matter the pain. Bring discord to existence. Disrupt and demand. Revel in your glory. Fuck with their plan. No victims, only survivors. Awake each day with a smile as your every breath destroys their world.
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Gutterqueer
01:57
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Wake up, there's beer on your breath. Sheets are dirty and your house is a mess. No idea what happened last night. Split fucking lip, musta been a fight. (CHORUS) Cuz there's tangles in your hair and dirt on your cheek, fake fingernails with blood underneath. Fingers and stares when you walk down the street but your a Gutterqueer and you can't be beat. (They gave you nothing, give them nothing in return) Finally leave the house, just past four. Can't lock up cuz there's no door. Neighbour hates you cuz you're a tranny skid. He doesn't know you hang with his kid. (CHORUS) (Take what you need, leave the rest. They can't break us if we're already broken.) (CHORUS)
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Thousand Yard Stare
02:04
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The fog engulfs the coast and my mind. I've been wandering since before I was born. Somewhere, children laugh. Discordant. Their gentle peals rip my ears. The Pacific strikes the sand with the same malice in your smile and I know I died the minute I met you.
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