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Street Ghost
02:09
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Limp humans pile off into offices and offal managing stations.
Unaware that I am here. Like a ghost I sit and stare on a sad scene.
Well we all scream about our souls. All we are are zombies.
Fucking a sad ball of gas. Multiplying yet dying out fast.
Purgatory purge, tasteless urge. People eating, undead feeding.
Ghost mouth doubt. Holding grey flesh down.
We are all slaves, slaves to the plague.
Well we all scream about our souls. All we are are zombies.
Fucking a sad ball of gas. Multiplying yet dying out fast.
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Turbo Charger
02:01
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Round and round in your turbo charger, I know exactly what you're after.
Drinkin' booze, you can't lose. Big mac combo spew covered shoes.
Family farm but your fathers sweat. Were you just drunk or did you forget?
Came into the city to make them proud...all you left was a big black cloud.
Turbo Charger, You can go faster.
Turbo Charger, Penis enlarger.
Penis Extension to get 'sluts' attention.
Turbo Charger you make life harder...
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Cold Red Pavement
02:16
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When the sun goes down tonight!
An Unknown victim lays in the street. Discrimination it bleeds.
Intolerance and bigotry it thrives in this country.
What will happen? (when the sun goes down?) Will there be blood?
What will happen? (will you stand your ground?) Will you let them take your town?
This country thinks it’s immune but this place can be a bad cartoon.
Passive aggression, vicious nights. It ain’t so bad but I don’t wanna fight.
Road rage or GBH, the court news said it was too late. Bleeding from the ears will the blame game end? In the gutter I sit in discontent.
Cold Red Pavement, Cold Red.
Cold Red Pavement, Blood Red.
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City Lows
02:34
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A world of colour in a small city, this place I live.
But with black thoughts and bleak weather; Sometimes the harbour drags me down.
I’ve gotta get out and make some noise.
The town belt is calling.
I’ve gotta get out and set things loose.
Fuck these city lows.
Mould gathers on my bedroom wall/Is it so bad?
A decent upbringing and rad friends/it’s what I’ve been lucky to have.
For those that don’t I feel a guilt/frustration starts to build.
Another death on the T.V screen/I’ve gotta turn it off!
I’ve gotta get out and make some noise.
The town belt is calling.
I’ve gotta get out and clutch the street.
Fuck these city lows.
City Lows!
Gotta get out!
Shitty Laws!
Break this town!
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Frail Ruined Map
02:16
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Do you ever look back and see, your younger reflection on a black and white T.V?
Not so many lines on your face, you thought there was only one direction outta this place.
Down, through the ages we go.
Nothing, the only thing that we know.
Remember those days when you look back. Uncertainty you held a frail ruined map.
So many more places to go, so many more chances to pass out after the shows...
Down, through the ages we go.
Nothing, the only thing that we know....know!
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New Religion
01:13
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Guilt-trip propaganda, alienate. Useless invention, producing hate.
New religion, backwards evolution. The face of fear is your institution.
The price of religion, it is high. It pushes the drug then quickly denies.
High on hope...but can humanity cope? The answer is no!
Too many religions, a new religion, too many religions, Fuck religion!
Scientology holds no science, heroes and martyrs in defiance.
Speak of extinction and evolution, it's these things which make us human!
The price of religion, it is high. It pushes the drug then quickly denies.
High on hope...but can humanity cope?
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I Don't Wanna!
01:26
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I won't do what you want, you can't force me I won't.
You're so pleased to have the disease, you're sucking my mind dry.
I Don't Wanna.
I Don't Wanna.
I Don't Wanna....do what you want me to do.
Clean mind, dirty hands. You can't understand the circumstance.
Fuck your plans and demands, you're sucking my mind dry.
I wont take out your trash, you've got the robotic rash.
I won't do what you want me to do, you're tryna suck my mind dry!
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Gravemind
03:11
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Think about it...
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Un-Biblical Chords
01:56
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Digging up the corpse of dead ideas, Their stench of untruths lay in the dirt.
A shared history of pain and hurt, In archaic pride they gather here.
Graves and Gods, Gods and graves, They are fools, intellectually slaved.
Graves and Gods, Did you really think your god would save?
“You’ll burn in hell” You hear them say/ But I abhor with these unbiblical chords!
When you see a steeple what do you see? Love and hope, or despondency?
Brainwashed masses with sombre faces, Odd ceremonies and fresh ditches.
Graves and Gods, Gods and graves, They are fools, intellectually slaved.
Graves and Gods, Did you really think your god would save?
Bury your God, Bury their God.
Bury your God, Bury their God.
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Manufactured Reality
01:58
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You don't need to be the captain of the ship to see it's fuckin' sinking.
You don't need an empty bottle in your hand to know that I've been drinking.
The water's getting higher (now).
My mouth is getting dryer.
Step back and look at this our selfish century, look at where it all went wrong. This manufactured reality cannot last long.
Pull the wool down over my eyes, ignore the certainty of our demise.
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Dead Blood Sells
02:17
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Domino soldier, dogs body. Aerial sweeps, you’ll get no sleep here.
This is where the hell begins, Rabid generals and politicians grins.
Worship the killing, for greed.
Worship the killing for Gods oily hands.
Worship the killing, Praise the coin.
This dead blood sells.
Fresh violence in Beirut, Lebanese troops.
Blood stained uniforms, in Jesus’ name.
Worship and killing for holy oil.
Open the door to hell as drones fly out.
War séance that makes no sense.
This dead blood sells it’s circumspect.
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Dying Nun
02:19
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They are the ones who carve your live bones into devices/They mock the mourning widows deceased. (Deceased!)
Like a fuckin’ urethra pissing blood on all they see, A morbid gash; they self infect (And I cough…)
And I cough.
Like a dying nun, Ill heads kill through love.
New pope, crematorium smoke coughs up into the sky.
Mortuary inside their mind, It makes you ponder for so long.
Thousands of years of blood and death all for what?
And I cough...
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Degenerator
02:13
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Can you describe your own thoughts? Do you believe what you've been taught? Culture contradiction, self-inflicted. Who will mould your thoughts when you're gone?
Do you mind do you even (think)?
How does it feel when your consciousness is extinct?
What can you do when the concrete is set?
Degenerator, Degenerator!
Why support wars we haven't fought?
Where is the truth and where is the source?
Why support wars we have fought?
It's just a product of what we've been taught.
Do you mind do you even (think)?
How does it feel when your consciousness is extinct?
What can you do when the concrete is set?
Degenerator, Degenerator!
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