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Wake up in the morning you're an ignorant prick,
Hop on the bus only insults that you spit,
But hey, if you're happy why change?
If your satisfied with spreading hate,
alienate yourself from those who spread love,
to try to counter your ignorant ways,
I'm an ignorant prick and I don't want to change,
Nothings good and everything sucks,
walking deaf and blind you can't smell the sweetness in the air,
all you can taste is the bitter fruit of defeat before its even blooming
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Live in a Tank
03:07
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All just fragments of the same broken mirror,
Scaring, Starving, Scratching, Carving our place in the earth,
Live a way all your days,
Clad in the metal you crave,
to the dollar you are a slave,
Why death aludes you draw a blank,
as you live in a tank,
As you toil your blood it boils black,
throw the plow once more somehow your broken back,
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Crash! Crush! Mosh! prepare to Crosh,
Crash! Crush! Mosh! prepare to Crosh,
Crash! Crush! Mosh! prepare to Crosh,
Crash! Crush! Mosh!
Crash! Crush! Mosh!
Prepare to,
Crash! Crush! Mosh!
Crash! Crush! Mosh!
Prepare to... crosh
Crash! Crush! Mosh! prepare to Crosh,
Crash! Crush! Mosh! prepare to Crosh,
Crash! Crush! Mosh! prepare to Crosh,
Crash! Crush! Mosh! prepare to,
crash yourself into the pit,
that faceless stare you'll suffer it,
Crash! Crush! Mosh! prepare to,
Crush your lifeforce, disarray,
elbows flying, gasping, pain.
Crash! Crush! Mosh! prepare to,
Mosh away your time its fake,
thrash your body, illusion stake,
Crash! Crush! Mosh! prepare to Crosh
Prepare to crosh
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March of the Clydesdales
01:04
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Do do do,
do do do,
do,
do do do,
do do do do do do do do
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Reproductive Tourism
02:39
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Surrogate, High demand,
Infertile, Forced to travel to a foreign land,
Extortion, Hand over Hand,
Earn your living, Through procreation.
Tour the world for reproduction,
The price is high for your seduction,
your life in chains,
the dollar reigns,
their seed you claim,
Maternal instinct drive you insane,
Torn out of your arms, the blood courses through your veins,
Prostitution, for your financial pains,
Reproductive Tourism, surrogate is your name,
No more pain,
Your prize you claim,
Senses fade.
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Breed Naive
02:54
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After all you're just a waste of my hate,
Karma is that fine line that seperates your fate,
You breed naive in your imbecilic state,
You breath, you stutter, just a waste of my hate,
I sit here with my arms crossed and my eyes closed,
as i pretend to be dead,
with random thoughts and images flowing through my head,
like sands flowing through my clenched fist.
Looking at the highlights of a strange desire,
To destroy the world, and set it afire,
Laughing full chested as your fleshy attire,
melts away your ignorance,
you cease to conspire,
waste it, you breed naive.
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Crosh Vancouver, British Columbia
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