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Eight
03:46
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Fuck the few
Who rule the money
They, of same flesh, blood and brain
Have manipulated too long
In their
pseudo superiority
Can't I go a single day
Without feeling responsible
For all the bullshit in this world
I have no way to control
I do my best to undermine
the unravel lings of our time
But the damage may be too heavy
And my help way out of line
I'm sick and tired of my strained conscience doing reps
Of body following a set a steps
Trying to clean up all this mess
When the only real solution to the problem on my mind
This may come as a sick surprise
We should drive long knives through our eyes.
Everything in moderation
Bring down the conglomeration
Excess, distress, resist
Aw, fuck it, we're all gonna die, anyway.
I can see myself floating,
on a big sexy, stinky pile of trash
in the middle of the bass strait
I can't see hope
Got too stay strong
Hey little fella and welcome to life
Here's some things you need to know
You're Fucked.
We're all fucked.
No, no no no no no no no
Everything in moderation
bring down the conglomeration
Excess, distress, resist
Gotta try, gonna die
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2. |
Three
03:59
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Everything we ever did and do is pointless
Anyone we ever listened to's a sham
All the people who surround us are lifeless
None of you mother fuckers really give a damn
I am special and I'm gonna do great things
Fuck you, you lying sack of shit
I will never amount to anything
Cause everything is nothing and our lives all just blips
Ride, ride the wave
Of emotion
Ride, ride the wave
Of destruction
Why were my parents so selfless
And why did I grow up to be so selfish
Ride, ride the wave
Of emotion
Ride, ride the wave
Of destruction
I remember this one time
When I was younger
My brother Josh and I
We used to...
Sorry, we used to...
Fuck
I'm 25 and I already rely on
Childhood memories to keep me sane?
I never asked to be born
I never asked for this half cooked attempt at intelligence
Oh, but Dante, If you were never born
How would you know whether or not you wanted to be alive or not in the first place?
Oh that's a fucking good point Larry.
I fucking know that Larry
I'm quite aware of this mind fuck of a paradox we call life
I'm just a little bit frustrated
Is that alright?
To let out a little frustration every now and then without having my ass chewed out by some
sarcastic juvenile piece of shit.
We all can't be like you Larry
Driving our little car
Feeding your little subordinate fucking pet thing
That makes you feel like a big man
Oh No
Do you understand that we are just a blob of atoms
Floating through space,
and we exist within that space of endless nothingness
And we exist Larry, we exist!
Try to think about that on a daily basis
Without shitting your pants.
Someone get me a Pepsi
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3. |
One
03:50
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Loneliness, a conditioned
Psychological, impairment
Break these bonds
Find enjoyment
Love thy self
Fear not thought
Embrace, ask, listen
Act minds retort
Prominent, yet isolated
Silhouette of apprehension
Hereditary, Involuntary
So god damn unnecessary.
Understand you're repairable
Control
Deeper than you realise
Prominent, yet isolated
Silhouette of apprehension
Hereditary, Involuntary
So god damn unnecessary
Understand you're repairable
Get out
Get outta my head
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4. |
Nine
05:08
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I've spent a lot of time
pondering the journey of my demise
And in current conclusion
I've come to realise
That no matter how traumatic it may be
My brain my friend shall look after me.
There is, however, one hurdle yet to jump.
An idea that sticks around like a cancerous lumpy doodle doo
The big guy in the sky.
I ain't looking for
Guidance
And I dont want your
Answers
Heed these words
Mighty man.
Don't fuck with my day of reckoning
If I don't pray to you, and you send me to hell
I'll become youre satan and fuck your alluring spell.
I acknowledge your impressive scope.
But don't expect me to cling to your safety rope.
If you fuck with my emotional ties
A riot, a riot
Shall surely arrise.
I've prepared my whole life for death
It won't be ruined by your self righteous mess
His name can plague and poison thoughts
In ways of which old books have taught
Each time I think I'm clear and free
His eyes they seem to re-pierce me.
It's the ultimate tool of perversion
Creates numb dumb docile sub-servants
Controlling all of our behaviourance
Its he almighty gods survellaince
Believe, in belief
I know you're not really there
But the shadow of your construct continues to stare
Existence, by design
Complications, run in rhymes
Infection of the mind
Detection, out of time
I just wanna be left alone
I justt wanna be, left alone to die
Leave me alone
Leave me alone
Leave me alone
No don't go
No don't go no don't go
No no no no no no no
Leave me alone
Leave me alone
Leave me alone
Leave me alone
Leave me alone
Leave me alone
No don't go
No don't go.
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5. |
Seven
06:27
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Sorry I didn't hear what you said
My minds were miles away
Not that your words don't resonate
The thoughts of my reality infiltrated my brain
Can you relate?
My minds are
Running running running dying
My minds are
Best friends
Sometimes it feels like there's something inside a me
That one day'll snap
And I'll be gone.
Now understand, that when I say I.
I of coarse am talking about
My current set of memories
And subset of themes
That create who you perceive to be me
I'll still look like me
I might even still act like me
But I will not be me
They'll be a new set of code driving this machine
And the funny thing
I'm not scared
The tiniest bit.
Perhaps its already begun.
Christopher, Dante.
My minds are
running running running dying
My minds are
best friends
My minds are
I am so open minded
that I am aware of how closed minded I truly am
Are you?
I didn't think so.
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