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A National Anthem
01:26
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East, East, East Belfast.
Don’t submit, Don’t ever think.
East, East, East Belfast.
Build a bridge to watch it sink.
East, East, East Belfast.
Hold the realm from foreign germs.
East, East, East Belfast.
Afterbirths feed the worms.
We are the people who will tear this shit down.
Adorned in flags, we’ll march to your town.
We’ll fuck up Ardoyne ‘cause it’s where we belong,
And violence is the way when the dole queue’s long.
GSTQ.
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2. |
Eternal Fuckhead
00:42
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I hold nothing but contempt for every word you speak,
Fucked disgrace, preaching lies to all the fucking meek.
Disconcerned and unaware, redundant waste of life.
Death is such a part of life to actively encourage.
Conman, Hangman, Traitor, Scum.
Eternal fuckhead, eternally fucked.
Preying on victims until you’re one.
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3. |
Reclaimed Amalgam
00:13
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Due to excess demand, we’ve had to exhume your fucking corpse,
To drill out your useless fucking mouth.
Re-extracting those NHS value fillings,
And donating them to those you’ve wrecked.
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Impostors try to hide intent,
To fuck with fresh minds that you receive.
The system won't tolerate dissent,
Your only function is to deceive.
I realise now this was a mistake,
For ever giving in to this shit.
I realise now that it is too late.
I realise now that there's no escape.
Your words reach me from a distance,
I can't bear to listen to what you say.
It's not like it makes a difference,
We're all still trapped inside this place.
I wish i had known how this was going to be.
I was never told what to expect.
Before I ever wanted to agree.
Before I ever gave undue respect.
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5. |
Growth Pains
02:06
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Once again the cadaver lies stretched on the abattoir.
We revel in the presence of the fallen we’ve slain.
One more slab to trade, another toy to degrade.
Led in, deaf, blind, duped, primed for servitude.
Another herd rounded up, thrown against the wolves.
Already provoked, the outcome’s clear.
In the eyes of the dead, you’re closer to the truth.
Now just a side note in the end.
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6. |
Return To Chapel
00:51
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I’ve seen the horrors of my life, and they’ll stay with me forever.
Long ago I was so innocent to all this pain.
I played Birthright once. It scared the shit out of me.
Now I can’t communicate or socialise.
Laughter and love to me are unknown.
My life is an empty shell behind a drum machine.
I’m chugging alone on a chord full of hate.
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7. |
Flags Forgotten
01:12
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Times have changed and we must act.
Reinstate the fucking facts.
It’s our home, not yours; fuck you all.
Dead to love.
We thrive in hate.
Kill all taigs.
Beat them till they’re compote, then hang them on the rails.
Drape them with a flag for a children’s storytale.
Dead to love.
We thrive in hate.
Kill all taigs.
Who needs mathematics when you’ve got a fucking gun?
We don’t need no help when the WKD’s on for 1.
We got ourselves and that’s alright, we’re happy as can be.
Kill all taigs.
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I am god.
I’ll do what the fuck I like.
Every night you confirm this as your pussy opens wide.
We’re intertwined in our grand escapades.
Pushing the walls further back behind the stage.
Upon my altar you’ll unzip and obey.
That’s all you’ll ever know; a life of filth.
Human toys surround me.
The playground opens wide.
Unveiled is your new purpose.
You were born to be fucked.
Scattered rectal fragments mark where you’ve sucked my dick.
Two for one, all for one, pearl necklace decorations.
Spiral downward, prepare the ground.
The boy is ready to be.... abused.
Abused.
Abused.
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9. |
Spine First Nowhere
01:03
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Forced out from the books you’ve bought,
To find a fucking job.
The curtain closes as you flail your arms up in the air for a lie.
Remember what they told you about all those abstract theories,
Through self indulgent hours at your expense.
Certified custodian of adults’ bedtime stories.
The black hat sure felt great warmed by all that steamy shit.
Like cattle, we’re prodded to walk a straight line.
We’re far too apathetic just to open our eyes.
Spine first nowhere.
Spine first nowhere.
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10. |
Playground Antics
00:30
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Reaching peaks and no one cares;
The janitor’s always absent.
Drab hallways of carpets,
Knee deep in human shit.
In the name of progress,
Go forth and continue.
When it’s all too much to bear, at least it was good fun.
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11. |
Fucked and Hopeless
03:30
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You are below me, and you always will be.
I know what I’ve fucking done.
And I’m damn proud.
You thought you’d have it better, but now you’re fucked and hopeless.
You are below me, and you always will be.
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12. |
Disinterred Masterpiece
01:13
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I have made you, seared back to life.
Smiles of success only go skin deep.
I’ll graft a brighter shade of intimacy.
Customer serviced.
Imprints inside.
Carcass tainted.
Your life now mine.
I’ll remain inside you until you die.
I’m right inside you.
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