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Feels Like End Times
02:51
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I have been blissed. I have been kissed by fate.
I have been made mad right where I stand.
See me. I am drenched in the echoes of war.
With no future to sacrifice I declare my time is mine.
I am standing at the root of my truth.
in the crossfire of love with no time to compromise.
Feels like end times.
Some will submit. Some will be taken by force.
Cowards & Weakhearts: Time is tracking you down.
Find another working class apologist
I am not your shill.
God wrath on rich hypocrites
A prophecy fulfilled.
No time for compromise.
Feels like end times.
Clairvoyant fatal vision a prophecy fulfilled.
Walls scrawled with blood. I've got trouble in mind.
Another sunrise. Another morning to thrive.
Another victim. Another crime.
Another narrow escape from death on the vine.
I have been blissed. I have been kissed by fate.
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Revival Fires
02:43
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This land has been scorched
Unrecognizable black
Return to nothing after golden harvests of past
This land was choked with resentment and lingering remnants
This land was begging for breath and pleading to be peeled back
And with this piece of earth and with our lives inescapably intertwined
To start from scratch is all we ask now that the ruin has been wreaked
The song we sing while we work must be written while we work
Today, Tonight's meal must be killed
Tomorrow must be earned
Will forgiveness be granted?
A scandal for every sinner in this enchanted town
With a growing gnawing fear of winter and memories that won't leave us alone
This land was choked with resentment and lingering remnants
This land was begging for breath and pleading to be peeled back
And with this piece of earth and with our lives inescapably intertwined
To start from scratch is all we ask now that the ruin has been wreaked
And the trial is upon you
Time is the only true victor
Crucible
Let this day the blood of immigrant furthest from the home
trickle out and spill into the hole
Problems follow so we face
Stand on the singed shore
Let the waves wash over you
Today is burning
Tomorrow is ripe
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Survival
02:41
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You push me around just like I'm a clown
You wanna see me suffer
You treated me just like you treated the ground
You trampled me all over
In times like these
where survival is the game
Let's play on
You can do anything you wanna do, I know I can stand the test
Wheat and tears and sorrow all have to grow
Until the day of the harvest
In times like these
Where survival is the game
Let's play on
The blocks wont end
Still I'll get on my sore feet again..
The blocks end
Right where the suffering begins
Dignity & privacy, human rights..
Compassion fatigue
You will be your own defender
Or you will be your worst enemy
In times like these, watch what you say
In times like these, where survival is the game
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You know you have been deeper than this
You know you have been begging for this
For the rats to wake you from peaceful sleep
For enslave instincts to roam free
Tonight your heart is fearful of a cruel twist
Tonight on your knees begging abyss
No one has you number since you disappeared last November
Lights are flooding into the cracks of you shack
The rats will walk you free
Light is flooding in through the cracks and you rush to seal cold
Steal someone else's dreams to satisfy your own
Unfulfilled
Dear foreign city 3 am keep her safe
I have lost my way again
If I sleep I will dream of shimmering smashed broken glass threaded into fresh black top and sprinkled onto cracked concrete
If I should wake up choking on brake dust
Give me water
Give me relief
If I sleep I will dream of women and money of freedom & honey and wake up in this city a slave to my desires a slave to my design
Unable to resist peeling back the drain
Removing this respectable stitch
So Cold
No one can stop this
Unable to resist
Embracing the cruel twist drowning in this abyss
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What makes a man kill? She questioned as strange shrouds hung over. Southeastern and Prospect in a white slum on a broken night she was the glue illuminated by the moon reciting spray paint hieroglyphics scrawled on walls. What makes a man kill? She questioned drunkards chattered my reply: The gunshots are getting closer work starts tomorrow at eight a.m. bricks in my pillow at seven thirty, this have been a sad day for country music. You cannot untie this knot. Countless broken backs for countless useless products a dignified man and a job well done. Reasonable doubt will not be enough to avoid crucifixion in our nation of perverts. Attention fetishist shoppers. Thriving survivals is your god. Leave lives in ruin if you must. We bleed tabloid. We are safe we are fit and we are having fun. The stench of burning flesh will never reach this neighborhood you cannot untie this knot. What makes a man kill? Is it noble when it is his order? Is it pitiful when it is his well? Countless broken backs for countless useless products. A lifetime of suspicion. A timed escape from a trained fleet of rats. A polished boot grinding into your neck. Baring teeth for biting ankles is what makes a man kill.
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6. |
I Wanna Be Your Dog
03:06
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So messed up I want you here
In my room I want you here
Now we're gonna be face to face
I'm gonna lay right down in my favorite place
Now I wanna be your dog
Now I'm ready to close my eyes
Now I'm ready to close my mind
Now I'm ready to feel your hand
and lose my heart on the burning sands
Now I wanna be your dog
C'mon..
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I have been blissed. I have been kissed by fate.
I have been made mad right where I stand.
See me. I am drenched in the echoes of war.
With no future to sacrifice I declare my time is mine.
I am standing at the root of my truth.
in the crossfire of love with no time to compromise.
Feels like end times.
Some will submit. Some will be taken by force.
Cowards & Weakhearts: Time is tracking you down.
Find another working class apologist
I am not your shill.
God wrath on rich hypocrites
A prophecy fulfilled.
No time for compromise.
Feels like end times.
Clairvoyant fatal vision a prophecy fulfilled.
Walls scrawled with blood. I've got trouble in mind.
Another sunrise. Another morning to thrive.
Another victim. Another crime.
Another narrow escape from death on the vine.
I have been blissed. I have been kissed by fate.
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