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Hooverville
01:46
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The dozers will be here at first light
A city of dust
there’s nothing left
Nowhere to go but down
I’ve worked this land all my life
Until my hands bled with pride
Now I cannot recognize
And I’ve become the man that pride has forgotten
Standing lonesome like vagrant ghosts. The homes look on in sorrow.
As the neighbors come to tear them down, we fear this time tomorrow.
Too dumb to live, too proud to kneel. Where is the bottom of America?
They’d burn the food before they’d feed the poor
pull the tarp over your heads
A cold wind blows on our liberties
Profits before human life
Allegiance to the dust
A dissonant resolve
And destitution evermore.
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2. |
Bounded Choice
00:47
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Free to roam within the cage
Free to think of freedom
Your choice is really not your own
You’re tethered to the vision
Do you think these thoughts your own?
Good little drone
That’s exactly what they prayed for
Good little drone
You will die according to plan
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3. |
Step, Leap, Plunge
01:03
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Barbaric efforts made in steps
Are later taken in leaps
Chipping off the block
Attrition of the hearts and minds
Of the proud and grateful pulp
This is how you relegate the civilized
To the beasts they sought to break
Phase one
Mass manipulation
A tale told of necessary evil
Conditioning through violence
A heritage of violence
In god we trust this cruelty just
Phase two
Mass media brainwash
Stoking the war effort
The illusion of overcoming
The rallying cry overwhelming
Phase three
Hiroshima
What happened is the same as before
What will happen is the same as before
A judgement made in vengeance
And everybody falls
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4. |
Fear Him
00:46
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He's a real mean fucker with a colt .45
He'd kill you if he could get away with it
Set in his ways, a dirty old man
Cruising for trim in his big black car
He smokes speed with the kids
And tells stories of his glory years
A real mean fucker with a lock on a chain
A proud white man we're wise to fear
A real mean fucker dying in pain
A dead white man who fucking cares?
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5. |
Glory's Son
01:30
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Holes in the walls
Holes in his arms
Trying to cope with the stress of the mission.
No one can see him
No one can know the fires burning in the distance
Flesh burning on metal
Reduced to grease
Love him for who he is
Hate him for what he does
For he is our son
And we owe our sympathy
Flesh baked on metal
Carbonized on the steel
Moments ago this was a person
Holes in the walls
Holes in his arms
Daddy’s got a problem
Just hold it together a little longer
And go out peacefully
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6. |
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Quacksalver doctors
Place their pride before their patients
And drugs to anesthetize their thought
Pain is their master
And they all wear silk and velvet
A joyride to the basement
Where the proof is in the freezer
Bleeding out, no help about
Neglected pain, directed torment
The raping of your sense of care
The price you pay in spades
What kind of paradigm casts aside the ones it serves?
We’re naked and defenseless
an infant to the wolves
The myth of modern medicine
is that it’s medicine at all
Prescribed a quick fix
And you get exactly what you paid for
We should be prescribing treatment
For these butcher’s egos
Instant death
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7. |
Remington Right
00:20
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There he goes, slipping away
All he was or could have been
All his thoughts and feelings
Traded straight across
For a butcher approved adornment
A horrid sight, Remington right
All for the cost of a pocket full of shells
A tragic litany echoed in an all too common hell
The sky is magnificent today
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8. |
Regulation Area Bombing
01:37
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It takes hardness and determination
Until so much of the land is on fire
And the tranquil beauty of burning horror
Nullifies the voice of doubt
It takes anger and vengeance
Until so many have died with your dignity
And the objective outweighs the casualty numbers
At home they’re dancing in the streets
It’s standard practice
It comes with the job
It is one’s duty
To stoke the pressure
Uphold the terror
And continue bombing
Just another day In Dresden/Hamburg
And the sun sets on all horizons
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9. |
Night People
02:46
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What keeps you up at night?
Is it the things you have done?
Or is it the things you’re yet to do?
The street at 3am is glistening with desire
Nothing without misery
Opportunities for a street minded leech
Remember yesterday’s mistakes
And see tomorrow’s bodies
You owe your grief to those you’ve left behind
You can blame your stress on the rising sun
Every day that you’re alive means another sleepless night
Suppress the thought with abject filth
Or pull the plug, we thought you might
Contemplate, stay awake
Contemplate, stay awake
What is haunting you at night?
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10. |
Uptown Traffic
00:44
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Shipping containers
Full of human cash stacks
No name anymore
How did it come to this?
Kidnapped in the night
Never seen again
An all too common trend
Forced captivity
Intravenous complacency
Follow the dope
Engaging the black gold nightmare
Sold for sex and torture
Satisfaction guaranteed
Human cash stacks
More tomorrow
No family anymore
Human cash stacks
No tomorrow
No future anymore
Everything that can hurt will
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11. |
Carcano 63'
00:57
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My father killed the American dream
He is a reel of footage on every screen
My daddy was a rifle
I’m a son of a gun
Born in infamy
This is how it ends for me
Found in a ditch
I was meant for nothing else
I’m the heir to my father’s self fulfilling prophecy
Hatred and fear
Hold back the tears
Don’t cry for me
Born into this
Tears reserved for the worthy
Goin’ down bloody
Deep self hate
I can’t erase
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12. |
Funerals To Come
01:01
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I crawl on the wall
With the names of many others
I'm as hard as a coffin nail
I'm the blackest news in print
And you can find me in the rows
To say my name is to acquiesce
Surrender yourself to the void
I have no stories but you know my tale
Look for me on Sunday
You are next
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It’s a hard go from here till death
No one waiting to catch you falling
Drink it down it is the last
Can you feel your dignity dying?
A fall from grace
but you were never there
Just falling down
Still your children love you
Bless their naivety
Lest they, see the, hard times, coming
A drunken dive
The deepest well
See how wrong you were?
Feel how wrong you are?
It can happen to you slowly
A drunken dive
The deepest well
See how wrong you were?
Do you feel how wrong you are?
A miracle undoing
The bliss of unknowing
It happened in one day
Now nothing is the same
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14. |
Rabbit Cage
03:03
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Aging out, fear and doubt
Systemic stress, systemic trauma
Precious little rabbits
Tomorrow sent to slaughter
Break me with your words
Cut me with your eyes
I’m all but dead, spared my smile
It’s a cheap disguise
Tell me what to think
Tell me how to act
I'll be your good dog
I’ll lay down and play dead
But it's you who’s dead inside
Silencing the problem
From the comfort of your home
A champion on his soap box
Concealing the bloody earth beneath
Do you know what it's like to starve?
To be left out in the cold
To grow up fast and hard?
Don’t brave the thought, Don't even try
To see the world through my eyes
You won't last in here
Your leather noose fits perfectly
A dead young man in my eyes
Hang it up, no one cares
Lay down, Play dead
Watch me, Laughing
Good dog, Good night
Waste of, Fucking life
Feelings are a profound lie
Keep dreaming within your coffin
Belief in us, a tragic comedy
Keep screaming within your skull-cell
They thought they were raising wholesome upright people
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