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The Human Disease
00:24
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Grovel on your knees, you pathetic human waste.
Claim the moral high ground but you’re still so full of shit.
Another missed abortion from a busy NHS.
You are the embodiment of everything I hate.
Bleed, suffer, fucking die.
The mic’s not plugged in when you scream.
Life is a place where you won’t see.
We’re wiping out the human disease.
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Derailed
00:32
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Time to drag this fucking rancid cesspit straight down into flames.
I'll happily burn with you to help my sanity remain.
Your last night rapes my mind like everyone today.
Did you ever think that you’d be better off dead?
I'm standing in agony with eyes filled with nothing but contempt.
I hope you die in the train that you can't wait to board.
No more stops, here's your dream; straight to fucking death.
Murder your reason, kill the lie, stub the light, release yourself.
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Tremors
00:50
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Everyone should be killed.
Turning to violence over pieces of fucking ribbon and irreverent bullshit contained in perpetuations. Point the gun at my head and look into my eyes. You can’t face the fact that your god is fucking dead. Prophesised toilet roll inked in blood. Body’s lying spilled out on the fucking floor again. Begin the tremor and spiral to a new dark age of mind. Never see the other side. Follow doctrine, die blind. You’ll die blind.
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Hopes
00:36
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Stuck in perpetual spinning doors with pulverised controls. Here’s a fancy metaphor for how great your fucking life’s becoming now. You are the fashion star. You are the fashion star. Walk around the catwalk and breathe in the failure. It will come. The ride’s too high to fix and the doors keep on spinning. I’m disillusioned but at least I’ve got popcorn at the ready. 68% is good enough.
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Cattle Culture
01:38
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Windows of regret and no change. Post-its don’t distract me anymore. I could staple my eyes shut and still see more light than you could bring. Real life bailed you out at the price of feeling like an absolute tool.
Filter it down to someone like me to help me learn and grow from mindless fucking words. I might develop a splintered third arm which I can then use to gouge your eyes out when it’s ‘one of those days’ again.
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Sleepwalker
01:02
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You can’t see the dick in your face.
There was this one time where I couldn’t go to Reading ‘cause I was fucking distraught.
I just sat there on my Modern Player Fender playing E flat until I slept.
And it’s all because you wanted to fuck someone who was your type of special jerk.
I hope you get raped in your sleep when you get drugged.
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Infant Smasher
02:56
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Worthless 2 year old,
You will die.
Since you can’t spell just yet,
We’ll just skip to the end.
You’ll feel new, sensations
Before I’m fucking done
As your cord contorts and
Snaps straight in half
If you had a chance to grow,
You’d fucking hate yourself
Know this is a favour,
I’ll help you get back to sleep.
Now take that wine gum,
And plunge it in your eye.
I’ll take the knife you gave me,
And lunge into your heart.
Guts spill everywhere like a preschool art class,
As Barney spews out words of joy.
I’m feeling the euphoria of youth,
Right through the blood that lines my hands.
Gored beyond detection, a pasta calamity, joix de vivre!
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Postmodern
00:53
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I once became something I had control of, now the movements spin beyond my eyes. I’m just holding on to something hoping it takes me through. I can’t remember how to swim; never found the need to swim. I look around and something moves like a horror film that I could never watch. Stick to the plan. Screen’s off, that’s it. Fuck. Paralysed, where? Rushing to the dusty corner, realise you’re fucking blind.
Man, phased out. Obsolete by own design. Excelled; the sheet has spread over the casket, only formalities are left. Look around, drop.
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Mezzanine Couch
00:59
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I will always hate you and you will always fail. Moving dirt around won’t fucking clean the faecal discharge seeped into the ceiling. I hope death gives you a golden handshake on your way, maybe I’ll hedge a bet on your wife and kids not shedding a tear. Fuck you.
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Consent
00:35
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Heartbroke wreck, fucking dumb
You’re the source, we’ve all won
Cry some more, throw a fit
See if I give a shit
All your tears get me off
Why don’t you just die?
Copied and objectified
Just like your life
All your tears get me off
Why don’t you just die?
Copied and objectified
Just like your fucking life
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George Osborne’s magic hat
George Osborne’s magic hat
Broken dog stuffed with fumes
George Osborne’s magic hat
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Paymaster
00:43
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Bow to the paymaster!
You strike me down
You cut me out
You are my god
And I’ll worship you
Pay, master…
I’ll know myself
In the bowl of a sink
Where I’ll puke my remains
In the hope I’ll be sane tomorrow
Pay, master…
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Allergen
01:58
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A coma is closing around my barren shell, while I lie retching on the floor.
That’s just fine, I’ll always feel the same.
To live is to expect too much.
Crawling through broken glass, while I remember how to breathe.
Hope is something I’ll never feel, as I’m left in the ash.
Keep pushing your mouth, keep shoving it down, wipe anyone out, wipe everyone out, need more to obey, can’t stop the pain, fear of being denied, I fear we are denied.
Let the cycle come to its end. Scorched earth; we’re all fucking dead.
Let the cycle come to its end. Blank screen; we’re all fucking dead.
I don’t want anything anymore.
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Easy Target
00:30
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Lads up the front, lads in the back
Rihanna fangirl takes the slack
Easy target…
Overheard speech, she’s from Ards
Jack Daniel pulls his card
Easy target, mongrel dine-out
Easy target, natural, craved.
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Useless Idiot
00:04
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Life’s hard?
Die.
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Antagonist spreading violence, preached decree
Mouth of urine spits out charred remains for all to see
Justify the age of reckoning upon my grave
Morbid act precedes the truth, a bestial lust depraved
All is fair in love and war, in lies
In the theatre of belief, truth dies
Destroy the icon, enforce your way
Erect your icon in phallic dismay
Watch your Rolex that you once stole
Those acts that define now will swallow whole
All is fair in love and war, in lies
In the theatre of belief, truth dies
In defence of genocide
Maybe you were right
Mankind is too stupid
To live beside his friend
All is fair in love and war, in lies
In the theatre of belief, truth dies
At least I once had eyes.
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Status Update
00:58
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We’ve fallen victim to a spiral.
One which doesn’t recoup, we’re too late to forgive.
We’re all watching in this theatre,
As our actions unfold and engulf.
Splintered humanity.
Ruptured society.
Human commodity.
Selfish insanity.
Every interaction a game.
Every motive just for gain.
Every smile veils despair.
Every lie holds a key.
If we choose to preserve self-interest,
We will continuously implode.
Re-connect to the common source.
Re-elevate our existence.
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Deurbanisation
00:54
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There’s nothing like living just to watch every shred of hope get pissed on in a shallow grave.
10 fucked years deep in shit.
I’d bury you alive if I could just find the time and belief that I could mean something.
10 fucked years deep in shit.
Fucked and numb from social interaction, spinning on a hamster wheel with both eyes shut.
I watched you disappear on a cinema drive-in screen; my right hand as company.
I’m tired of depression that drains my will to live.
Guitars, amps and sludge, it’s all a fucking drug.
Left in a corner with nothing but hate.
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Twirl
00:52
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Useless fucking ornament
Turn again for me
Show me all you'll ever have and ever will be.
Spend those 20 seconds well, soon you won't be there.
Slow decay will cleanse your skin, you won't begin again.
Racing against time, tell me how low can you go?
Take the pill, insert the dick, remind yourself of what you've become.
Life may be a bitch but it's got more sense than you'll ever have.
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Gold all in my chain
Gold all in my ring
Gold all in my watch
Don’t believe me, just watch
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21. |
Gleden Av Verden
00:32
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The clouds part above me as I walk out my front door to a city of bliss filled with hope and joy. I’m greeted with honesty and sincere intention to make the world a much better place.
The pain of yesterday is forgotten; set aside. United we’re standing, creating a future for the ones that had no hope. Your smile, as pure as gold, lights and fires my will to dream. We’ll rise above our failures and focus on our strengths, in love and harmony.
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22. |
Glastonbury Love Letter
00:45
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I once knew a girl,
She sang about boys with a plastic paint on smile.
I'd sit back at home and masturbate to a time where we'd reconcile.
She heard some of this EP and she turned her head and frowned. She said that it's just noise and that I should go and kill myself.
I once knew a girl, some fucking mistake that spawned out of mummy's purse. When I sit down she reminds me of you and how you're getting worse.
Maybe the grave is where you ought to play to attract the worms you face. Maybe soon I can help you reach your final resting place.
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23. |
Unhinged
03:47
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I'll never know where you piss your time away, but I'll always know that nothing good ever results. Why the fuck do I endure the shit you have to say? Jumped up on perversity, I fucking loathe all this shit.
I'd love to see you immolated with all your fucking banners and your ashes left discarded in some dead forsaken banker's mouth. Let the cycle run and we'll see that you're the enemy, even to your frail, wrecked, counterfeit mind.
My hate is almost endless and someday you'll never see, amidst your putrid doctrine and unending disease. Let the veins loose and the blood will fly, straight into the sun where you ought to die.
Everything is useless when it's chanted from your mouth, and I cannot empathise with shit that's heading south. I'm sorry but I'm not, this thing has just got to fucking end, and every single illness you receive will be a godsend.
Fuck off and die.
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