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Your parents they don’t want you. They sent you away to camp. You are expendable. You are the bastard son.
Hey kids your parents don’t want you!
Shave your head make sure your bags are packed. Pick a 4 year vacation Iran or Iraq? Through cooperation you fuel their machine. Through deliberation you set yourself free.
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Today I heard the same damn song played over 6 times and I pray to God this stops. This mainstream life just grabs sprang arms grabs your heads just to make us all the same. It drives me insane. They make a million dollars and they just degrade. You set your race back 500 years with that bad boy attitude. What the fuck is wrong with you?
Is there something wrong with my TV or is everyone dressed the same? Every kid is bathed in frowns and every kid is bathed in black. Bondage strapped from front to back, a scar for everything that they lack. Rock and roll for the big bucks if this is rock and roll, then rock and roll it fucking sucks.
Cash. All you need to breath. Cash. The holy entity. Rock and roll is cheaper by the dozen. It’s all the same if you fucking listen.
You have the floor now so speak your mind. You relay how you felt about your happy high. Split like your lips fixed up with the collagen, reason for the crime? No apologizing when the they rates, they rocket off the charts. Teen pregnancy, teen murder, teen gangs, teen starvation. Artificial liberation: kids get your knives. Hold them to the sky and shoot down your life.
Is there something wrong with my TV or is everyone dressed the same? They create a zombie culture to boost monetary gain. iPods pump the poison they’ve monopolized teenage escape. Rock and roll is for big bucks- if this is rock and roll, then rock and roll it fucking sucks.
Cash. All you need to breath. Cash. The holy entity. Rock and roll is cheaper by the dozen. It’s all the same if you fucking listen. Remember when music was fun? A kid was thought of as someone. Now they want to control our minds and brand our heads with dollar signs. Hey capitalizing culture you better listen up. I don’t like being lied to. I don’t like being used. I fucking hate you.
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Dump Your Boyfriend
02:52
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There’s no way to rise above it. There’s no haven abound. There’s no way that you can live your life without him around.
You go out with your friends for the night. He calls you just because you're out of sight. Does he truly love you or does he want to fight? Who thought that being in love would set off dynamite?
Does he truly feel for you? When he has the time of his life. You tremble alone in strife. When he has the time of his life. You tremble alone in strife. He’s your man, your cop, your watchdog, your god. He makes your life a living hell for the things he hasn’t got. Fuck him.
What’s wrong with you? He suddenly saw the truth.
What’s meant by the truth? He doesn’t want me to see you. So you can’t have a social life? Either that or deal with his knife. He’s parked right outside. Everybody run and hide.
You’ve done nothing wrong but you’re afraid that he’ll find out. You hate him, you’re innocent, you hate it when he shouts. Your neighborhood is filled with haunting sounds all because you let him beat you down to the ground. You tried to justify him and you tried to pretend that he really loved you but the threats wouldn’t end. He’ll never care for you, to him you’re just a whore all because you let him beat you down to the floor.
That look in your eyes it’s the look of control and under his fists he knows that you will fold. Under his dictatorship he has taken your virginity, your individuality and created hostility. You with a heart of gold. Doing nothing wrong, always doing what you’re told. You say that he’s your lover but the threats won’t end. You say that he’s your lover but he’s not your fucking friend.
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Monkey With A Microphone
03:37
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I’m sick of all your messages subliminal and blatant. Pretentious metaphors to say what we’re all thinking. I don’t need a thesaurus or a rhyming dictionary cuz I’m no musician, quite the contrary. I’m a monkey with a microphone it’s a mental complication. I’m a cancer patient with an angry disposition. I’m a pseudo-anarchist with a consumer inclination to a state of apathy. I’m loosing my identity.
We don’t need no evolution. Join the pre-evolved revolution.
They think that they’re superior. They think they know it all. They step and tread on us I can't believe they have the gall to throw us into their workforce and in their hapless cubicles. Inside these walls we’re caged they treat us like we’re animals. Well I’m a monkey with a microphone with it's a mental complication. I’m a cancer patient with an angry disposition. I’m a pseudo-anarchist with a consumer inclination to a state of apathy I’m loosing my identity.
Well I’m a monkey with a microphone it's mental complication. I’m a cancer patient with an angry disposition. I’m a pseudo-anarchist with a consumer inclination to a state of apathy I’m loosing my identity. To brand names, credit cards, pay checks with triple digits. Art and life are more important than capitalist interest. Peace, love, and anarchy are foreign ideologies. All I know is apathy I’m loosing my identity.
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Step inside a rioting stereo. You’ll have plenty of time to count the lies told by every single politician but you need to ignore your individual life. Welcome fans of Punk-O-Rama. Bring your spiked bracelets, bring your drama. You’re a young buck and you’ve been exposed. Get a new life, new friends, and new clothes.
Brought into this world pissed off-full of rage. Captive to our minds, we are all fucking enslaved. Found the angry side. Found this punk rock way of life. Right out of mommy’s nurture, we want a fucked up future.
Destruction to the preppy nation. Death to anything omitting patience. We want our future to be amazing. We want their ideals. I’m anarchy cravin’. So you want to start a commotion? Smash senators back into the ocean. Derail the corporate locomotion. Smash piano’s crying with emotion.
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66satanthefad666
00:53
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They say it’s the evil pentagram. What comes to your mind is another teen scam. They make a profit, you change the world. They sell religion to the kids who think it’s cool.
Drugs, hate, brainless rituals. Satan the fad. Satan the fad. Sacrifices, evilness, these are pure bread Satanists. Satan the fad! Satan the fad!
Killing goats and your 666. You try to look cool rotate the crucifix. You say that you don’t believe in God yet you wear Satan as if he existed.
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Over Exposed
02:26
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The reoccurring media feed condemning all the rogue countries. Gouge out my eyes so I can’t see. Kill my brain so I can’t perceive all the sickening pictures and the flashing lights. The over played phrase “Someone died tonight.” The news is a world-wide overhead. Terrorists take notes and we’re over exposed.
You give me your opinions but I don’t give a shit. Without me you’re lost and I tune in to watch all your fucking flaws. Without me you’re lost.
The reoccurring media feed condemning all the rogue countries. Gouge out my eyes so I can’t see. Kill my brain so I can’t perceive all the bullet ridden corpses and the flashing lights. The over played phrase “Someone died tonight.” There’s a 747 flying overhead
I can’t take it and we’re over exposed.
Media, media a fucking crime.
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OnStar Fucked Me Over!
02:01
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I'm a V10 engine gone out of control. Speeding through a wall but my supercharge is coming apart. My tires are bald. No chance of declining power. My intake systems are hanging on by a wire. Brake pads are crying in pain. Rotors are taking the blame. Fire spewing from my grill, I make a turn. I skid onto a graveled trail. My hoses start to burn. If I can speed well, then I can kill. I'm a fucked up kid with a fucked up will.
Anti-freeze scrapping with coolant, see an orphanage and run right through it. Washer fluid won't console me. Slam left on a school bus full of tools, save me from their ridicule. I'll save them from the sin.
I'm a fucked up demon I’m about to crash. Oil went stale. I roll over a mountainous guardrail. I bet against the GTO the mescaline wouldn't make me slow. They say I'm sane but I feel so sick. Half-way down and I feel a prick. As for the traffic lights I'll kill them when they're down!
Pistons disagree, with the piston rings. Spark plugs want to explode just to see what suicide means. My timing belt just ripped itself apart. Got a loaded 45 and I'm aiming it at my heart. Roll down the mountainside into the stream. Bystanders start to scream. Massive explosion heard from the ocean, I'll let the metal decide. What it wants out of life.
With these last words of mine, I'll scream them so they echo on for everyone to hear. Fuck this whole goddamn world to every manufacturer, I want you to know, that I'm dying too slow.
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Parents, teachers, politicians installed an image in my head. You can be what you want to be. Just serve the economy. Waking from delusion we feel powerless we wish that we were dead. I’m so sick of life. I just want to die. American dream, it is not for me. It leaves me with apathy. From you I’ll get no sympathy. They don’t fucking care, because they never feel this way. They don’t know what it’s like to feel useless every single day.
They profit off our misery and stifle creativity. Abusive culture condones silence while they plot out their conspiratorial violence. Instead of fight we tear ourselves apart. I’ve been told to break what breaks your heart.
Parents, teachers, politicians preachers their voices resonate inside my head. You can be what you want to be. Just serve the economy. Working for their empire we’re powerless we wish that we were dead. I’m so sick of life. I just want to die. Teenage bodies swing from basement ceiling pipes. We mean nothing to them just one less resistor lost to strife. If children are the future, then maybe you can tell me why so many feel there’s nothing to look forward to they want to die.
They profit off our misery and stifle creativity. For too long we’ve sat alone in silence while they’ve plotted out their conspiratorial violence. Let’s all tear their precious lives apart. I say you should break what breaks your heart.
We’ll deface your oppressive infrastructures. We’ll wash out your countless lies. Twenty years ago you promised me the world but you never told me that I would have to compromise. Everything that makes me breath my entire identity. That you bastards stole from me the fucking day I turned twenty. Now I know it’s childish. I know that you’ll poke holes in it but now it’s my prerogative to break what ever breaks my heart. Break what breaks your heart.
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I got my sunshine I feel fine today until I see the news of sexual abuse and excess procreating. Who’s to blame? The ignorance, media, or music? Education teaches abstinence, not safe sex but what is being chosen? Who do you love your kids or your drugs?
How can your child look at you and accept you’re a whore? It doesn’t much matter to you. It appears pregnancy is the cool thing to do. Yeah it’s the cool thing to do. You see her on the screen and on the front of magazines, fighting for a binge, and cleaner syringe, while fighting to own her children. Who do you love your kids or your drugs? No one fucking cares.
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