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Primordial Blip
03:52
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Acid rain, forfeit claws, restrained and doomed to tyrant jaws.
Tepid pains, putrid bogs, the world consumed by ingrate hogs.
Forever maimed by corporate maws, the helpless slab, confined and raw.
Groomed to be complacent. tattered to the bone.
Bereft if creativity and nothing to behold.
Just work it to the bone.
Give it no regard.
Let it scurry home.
Come back in hours more.
Just work it to the bone.
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Flesh Factory
07:41
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Conveying aspirations, pistons with pious pulp.
The flesh factory's what sustains my vice-like grip on the throne.
Gastrointestinal gaskets, replicated revulsion
Monopolistic empire's just so easy when the workers are free
Hatched from the egg
Now you, get to work
You are made of meat
Now go and make more meat
Servitude of the indentured, vascular violations
Supply and demand of labor is no issue when it all comes from me
Sanguineous emulsification, postulated proliferation,
Product moved to oviposition and the embryo is fit for a drone
Hatched from the egg
Now you, get to work
You are made of meat
Now go and make more meat
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3. |
Hatched
03:08
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4. |
Burden of Rage
09:35
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Born
In this world
An unflinching fate
Worn
And unfurled
From this Perilous wake
I want nothing to do with this place
Unyielding torment shoved in my face
Torn
From the dream
Withheld from what I'm amused
Torn
From the seams
Neglected and abused
I can't be the only one
All alone in my
Rage
I can't be the only one
All alone in my
Cage
It's easy to see this complacency will be the death of us all
I don't care if you're uncomfortable, I just want things to change
I'll kill that fuck myself, I've got the burden of rage
(ay, yuh, ay, yuh, ay, yuh, ay, ay, ay)
Stepping out of line and I'm tripping on the egg shells
Key to revolution is to rip out all the entrails
Worshiping the king thinking that they got the best of me,
You're only in my way now I'm burning down a factory
Keep it under wraps cause the rats are surrounding you
Hunting with the cats, I'm the pariah
I'm sick of all the proles looking down at me,
We've all got the same corporate enemy
I've got the burden of rage
Let me out of the cage
I've got the burden of rage
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5. |
I Found a Gun
02:36
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6. |
Poorly Grotten
05:19
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9. |
Capital
02:42
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Brush off the dirt from your hands
Wring out the blood from your t-shirt
Break free from the shackles, oh
The cause of celebration is the end of a life
(We're just capital)
With your insides out
(We're just capital)
All the numbers in your head
(Capital)
We're the source of your profits
(We can build a better home now that you're rotting in Hell)
We can build a better home now that you're rotting in Hell
Build up a new foundation
Brick, with a sickle and a hammer
Dance on the grave of the oppressor
The world's a better place now that the tyrant is dead
(This is our capitol)
With our insides out
(This is our capitol)
And we're more than just numbers
(Capital)
You're the source of our problems
(We can build a better home now that you're rotting in Hell)
We can build a better home now that you're rotting in Hell
(We're just capital)
With your insides out
(We're just capital)
All the numbers in your head
(Capital)
We're the source of your profits
(The world's a better place now that the tyrant is dead)
The world's a better place now that the tyrant is dead
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