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the bell's been rung
and we're calling you out
forming at the mouth
the flecks stick in your teeth
I'm calling you out
we're calling you out
is this what you wanted?
every populace gets the politicians it deserves
and you're all children
scaling the summit of shit peek
so sick of your bullshit
polish it until it shines
place it on the mantel
goes great all the way down
the all-american shit-eating grins
so sick of your bullshit
go home and worship your gods
iPods, cell-phones, scars, your drugs
escalades,eco-bio-thumping cons
we're calling you out
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so easily defined
and quickly dismissed
the lines you draw
will box you in
and now you're part of the tribe
the faces just blend
a cog in the social construct
hot topic: disease
drawn along races and creeds
described by those that you fucked
pick your genre, your culture
the mask that signifies
a badge,a uniform, a costume
persona of a character
as long as you fit in
the facts are irrelevant
to all that's plastic
and makes you shine
the custom-tailored storefronts
glittering
stereotypes have been discounted
to suit your needs
revel in the beauty
as everyone's unique
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I hope your smug sense of self-importance
keeps you warm alone at night
so hateful and weak when you speak
we're talking about academic philosophy
sew up your academics
into a self-serving blanket
ego trips as a cardigan
and may your vanity cover your head
you fucking douche
as only the worst kind of pride can.
so why are you going home alone tonight?
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we hope the low lighting will hide the scars
and the music will drown out our fables
of a hero's quest
to stagger lees and learned fools
and tales of a land across the sea
to lushes and whores of stale dreams
and open sores, small talk to undercovers
provide small comforts in the barren
single serving friends and lovers
one shot at a time
desperate people, lost souls, emotional vampires
daddy's little princess, where did he touch you?
syncophants and leeches buttfucking you dignity
but hey, we're all here to have a good time, right?
we hope the morning light will bring a sense of rest
but what is rest when life is just moments?
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5. |
Damned Nation Lullaby
04:04
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all my inspirations are
dead or insane
what is there to say
everybodys running around
in cycles with the moon
captain the copies are
copying the copies of
copies of copies
and as we progress
we digress; a dog, a wolf,
a butterfly, a worm
remember the world
when it was wonderous and new
now a fading dream
draped in haze into omit
vaugely felt in a glance
glimmering deja vu
the hopeless know humiliation
contaminate then self impersonation
be careful of what you become:
a junkie
a desperate man
a fallen star, a loon
remember the words:
"when I was young"
This soul is mine
assured in depravity
dim and blond
bright and devious
This soul is mine
now an old flag faded, tattered and torn,
once glorious now abandon and abused
so sweet, accessible, intimate and familiar
my revered obtuse
This soul is mine
run to the shores of reason
but we're coming up on the bridge
and everyone's jumping off into
jagged blue white
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