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Doomsday At Last
02:24
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this is the sound of boots on the ground
march into the city burn the city down
this is the sound of doomsday at last
you can't unwrite the future if you can't unwrite the past
armageddon south of heaven who decides our fate
drones and algorithms and the suffocating weight
make yourself great again make yourself hate
in the bunker close your eyes
in the bunker freedom dies
in the bunker lord of flies
in the bunker nationalize
make yourself great again make yourself hate
make yourself hate again rage rage rage
x2
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Box Within A Box (Redux)
04:06
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Looking at the reflection of a mirror within a mirror
it's an alien perspective the image not always clear
members-card, strip-clubs, mall, podium on the hill
beggars dime, unconscious mind, a future you can fear
it's a box within a box
talking heads that learn to squawk
it's useless agitation like talk-show applause
it's marching pigs in line all your decency retired
it's cheap sex, stale wine - throw the innocent in the fire
(Burn, let it burn, I'll break all your little rules, All your little rules are none of my concern)
It's the camera behind the camera behind the camera behind the next
It's the secrets you keep hidden, laying naked on your chest
It's the latest craze of voyeurism, behind the scenes realities
It's the things we pretend not to see and of which no one speaks
Now we're standing in the shallows but there's no escape from drowning
It's our liberty at the gallows, a charge that seeks no grounding
If I go out, may I go out as I came, may I live my remaining days
as if there was something I could change
(Burn let it burn, I'll break all your little rules, All your little rules are none of my concern)
What we need is some new power some new influence on our hearts
because when you live in all this sorrow it's your spirit that feels the rot
it's your spirit that feels the rot, it's your spirit that feels the rot...
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3. |
Color Of Bruises
03:17
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I could be your escalator
take you to the promise land
great white whale dictator
sweating as you're shaking hands
I will subjugate the masses
teach you what you don't understand
great American fascist
anything to expand my brand
ruthless, toothless, color of bruises
useless, Judas, clueless excuses
putrid mucus, hanging our nooses
nobody chooses which side loses
meet me in the gilded penthouse
all my wives interned there
come on darling take off your blouse
gonna grab ya like I don't know where
I will shut down the press
their insulting incompetence
nerve to publish my excess
print the words that I said
ruthless, toothless, color of bruises
useless, Judas, clueless excuses
putrid mucus, hanging our nooses
nobody chooses which side loses
run, run, run, run, never get away...
ruthless, toothless, color of bruises
useless, Judas, clueless excuses
putrid mucus, hanging our nooses
nobody chooses which side loses
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4. |
You Can Only Die Once
03:29
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down by the river
with the washed out banks
felt the whole world quiver
and the lord gave thanks
puffed your chest out bigger
and joined the ranks
as a corporal gunner
on pattons tanks
a blue sky burst
as the grey smoke rose
her lips were pursed
in the picture froze
hip pocket bible
tucked in the folds
letters not yet
sent back home
flames can only burn
pain can only hurt you
death can only come
you can only die once
king of the battle
old red legs
combat rattle
bacon and eggs
teeth in the gravel
coffee cup dregs
you wanted to travel
and the army pays
up over the hill
and under the wire
bird in the grill
of a truck on fire
suicide pill
black hood choir
time stood still
in a spray of gunfire
flames can only burn
pain can only hurt you
death can only come
you can only die once
mud in your boots
blood in your mouth
sweat in your eyes
rain coming down
and you can't see far
low hanging clouds
explosions overhead
PL just checked out
just before
everything went black
an image in your mind
took you back
to the days before
the start of the war
when you kissed your love
on her parents porch
flames can only burn
pain can only hurt you
death can only come
you can only die once
flames can only burn
pain can only hurt you
death can only come
you can only die once
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5. |
TuckFrump
02:47
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Oh' what could've been...
my television friends
we launched a new network just last night
it's a beginning of an end
counting on rising trends
the silent white majority
they're bitter and they're vile, they're sad hearts
still in denial
looking into the data dumps
I'm sick to death of f-cking trump
but maybe he's just the piece of sh-t we deserve
won't go away on November 9th
this is the new American life
conservative alt-rights motivated mostly by fear
boys, I'm outta here, I'm out of here
F-ck trump I don't know indecision
F-ck trump he don't speak for my religion
F-ck trump his movement is division
I think he might be the anti-christ
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All My Nights Are Dreams Cheyenne, Wyoming
punk pyrate folk fooker gut-punch philosophaster.
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