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The Drunken Bastard
02:55
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Numb again
Another empty glass
Another day goes past
Am I really here?
just another dream
sick fantasy of me
Part of me
Always dying
Always lying
Only flesh
Just another body
Am I truly alive
The emptiness is followed by the need for pain
Another broken bottles Attempt to keep me sane
The knives I stick in you, you can keep for yourself
How can I feel for you when I cant feel myself
I have no sensation, I have no sensation
Im no provider, Im no affectionate one
only feeling peace at the end of a gun
another split brain of mental dichotomy
in the end I will bring you with me
Im just a drunken bastard
Cold hearted cynic you will never know
Turning chain link into brick wall
lie with me lets see how far I fall
and we’ll die
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2. |
Next Room Over
02:09
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Sound of muffled screams,
And cracking bones through paper walls
I clutch my pen to bleed
More words of pain letters start to crawl
Crys from the next room over
As the howling drills start to knaw
The flesh of brothers skin,
For the prodigy im turning in
His torture fuels my dreams
His blood becomes my stories ink
Oh brother please shut your mouth
I can hear you
Your cries make my ears bleed
Though your shrieks I fell your agony
Others are trying to sleep
Your killing me
Mother cant you silence him
Hes running through my brain
his rattling chains and his blood stains
Are causing me so much pain
I cant take this any longer
his torture tortures me
daddy wont you stick him fast
daddy set me free
Mommy, can you help him
Mommy, can you help me
Oh please, save the boy in the next room over
Mommy, please end my torture
From the next room over
The Next room over
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3. |
Devoid
03:53
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mistress came with her boot knee high
the sadistic spark burning threw her eyes
mistress came with a whip crack
showing her affection threw the lines on our back
Mistress came with force in mind
your pleasure is the beauty she finds
mistress came whoa
black leather to your heels
from the pain i cant feel
no love for the devoid
no love for beaten boys
devoid when im with you
im only here for you
thank you mistress can i please have 1 more
thank you mistress can i please have 2 more
thank you mistress can i please have 3 more
thank you mistress can i please have 4 more
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4. |
Brand New Fascist
04:17
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Come one come all, now, boys and girls
Prepare yourself for the new world
The human race now in my image
Your children all absorb my visage
Everyday run through your drills
Boys in pants, dresses on girls
Hurry in now single file
Your right to thought I will defile
Don’t think like that, its obscenity
If your not in line your against me
My right and wrong, arbitrary
As I fight for freedom with hypocrisy
Our righteous way we will never abandon
while the subhumans all get scanned in
now fall in line to attention
prepare yourself for full retention
Don’t look like that, Don’t dress this way
Don’t talk like that, watch what you say
Our call for freedom rings today
Down on your knees lets begin pray
Don’t think like that, you should think this way
Don’t talk like that, watch what you say
Relax your throat for ideology
From the brand new fascist and were here to stay
cages stem from idiocy
the locks my new autocracy
show me your fears , show me your pains
tell me who next should we blame
the coons the kykes the Mexicans
or the faggots who let them all in?
bourgeois? proletariat?
Grab a rag head and bury it
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5. |
Piggy
01:33
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Piggy walks around the world snorting at the girls he sees
No woman wants to lie with pigs embodying disease
And piggy eats and shits alone reeking in disgust
Ladies vomit from the thought of being an object of his lust
But piggy still lives on, offending those who look upon
The retch he calls a face, and his body stinking up the place
Piggy just go off and die
Take a load off my tired eye
Repulsive living entity
Of undesirability
a rancid fugly pus sore
A putrid shit no one could adore
He sits there slobbering beating meat
Drying up women in their seats
Here piggy piggy come to die
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Baby eaten by rats cause mommy wants to go and dance,
Drown your children cause god told mama to,
Mr Fish is gonna make your little ones scream,
Neighbors hanging boys in the closet, nobody knew
As you sit there in your room
Million mothers making baby tombs
No matter how innocent the world’s darkness always looms
Murdered on the corner for 2 fifty dollars bills
Maggie’s pulling meat on the street just to get her pills
Starving, reek of piss, and you’re sick, go get a job
Well maybe one more shot will keep the pain away
Well the world aint peach n cream
No matter how well it might seem
Can you feel the nightmare reach down into your dream
How can hell be any worse?
Then this rotten earth
How can hell be any worse?
Let the bodies burn
How can hell be any worse
I don’t think it can
Armies marching overseas, armies marching over you
Hunger for the masses and gluttony for the few
Zealots hacking genocide, where is your god now
Well this one last shot will take the pain away
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7. |
Not Enough
04:03
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promises, repeated lies
the damped dreams of tomorrow die
well they say dont worry everything will be fine
you dont know
your comforting is not enough
look through the eyes, not through the glass
tell me now, what do you see
well they say dont worry no matter youll pull through
you dont know
your empty words are not enough
its been to long, im going now
this life of mine, i dont belong
well they say dont worry everything will be fine
you dont know
your comforting is not enough
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