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Kill The Culture
02:47
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I won't comply with a culture that feeds on innocence
I won't conform to a standard of death
I won't sell my values to make you feel comfortable
I won't be forced to hide who I am
I don't give a fuck
I'm not here for your acceptance
I'm not here to fit in
My decisions are made for me and the voiceless
Won't stay chained to your expectations
Won't be bound for standing for something real
Choke on the dirt from the dust you're left in
Your scorn reflects your misery
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Next One In Line
03:15
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Smell the blood
You're the next one in line
This will only hurt a second
Don't mistake empathy for passivity
It's easy to breathe without the boot on your neck
Softball delivery straight down the line
Spoon-fed a message to suit your liking
Put on a face burdened by tragedy
Then plug your ears like it doesn't exist
Resuming decisions that keep them enslaved
Speaking of peace while holding the knife
No sunlight, no air to breathe
Not a chance of survival
Smell the blood
You're the next one in line
This will only hurt a second
Don't mistake empathy for passivity
It's easy to breathe without the boot on your neck
Products, move them quickly
Products, move them quickly
Put on a face burdened by tragedy
Then plug your ears like it doesn't exist
Resuming decisions that keep them enslaved
Speaking of peace while holding the knife
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The Art Of Deception
02:24
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It was only a game to you
It was only a name for you
Your only motive was rooted in your status
To feel different from the ones that surround you
The world's cruel, but we strive to make a difference
We still have a choice
To pay for peace or contribute to the violence
Trendy culture, influencing our motives
Week to week, craving something new
Forever seeking, staying blind to the carnage
The culture's taken a hold of you
It's not for us, but it's all for them
Still striving to make a dent
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4. |
Not The Only One
03:01
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Darkness, where's my mother
Chained, in a cage in the dark and bleeding
Heartless, I don't belong here
Sounds of the screaming, panic increasing
I hear voices surrounding
Their hands violate me
Inflicting pain, all I see
Is there no one to save me
My screams echo
Throughout these stalls of the cold and the hungry
Knee deep, piss and feces
In this existence, can't breathe
What kind of beings are these
Upon our flesh, they feed
The cruelty, stop this please
You've brought us to our knees
You lay your head down at night
In comfort, you're tucked in tight
Contrast this with their plight
Careless, ripped from your sight
Darkness, where's my mother
Chained, in a cage in the dark and bleeding
Heartless, I don't belong here
Sounds of the screaming, panic increasing
Gas stinging, burning into my eyes
Blades scraping, cutting into my neck
How can we pursue change
When no one gives a fuck about it
Separate them, bred for slaughter
Scream louder, push harder
Scream louder, push harder
Someone has to speak up
I'm fucking tired of pretending
Put yourself in those cages
You're not the only one with feelings
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Roll The Tape
02:33
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What are your standards
How do you justify
Face to face with your morals
Don't hide your face from this
Roll the tape
Masses scream, manipulated
Gassed to death and penetrated
For their flesh, you've been sedated
Fix your eyes upon the gated
I don't understand it
(Head and heart conflicted)
Turn your head, disgusted
(Craving flesh, your addicted)
Betrayed, you're the trusted
(Innocence, the afflicted)
Decaying flesh, your prescription
(Billions die by your decisions)
What are your standards
How do you justify
Face to face with your morals
Don't hide your face from this
Roll the tape
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Ignorance infecting the minds
Faulty flesh, continuing the cycle, like a viral impulse
Paying for murder, objective cruelty
Pinnacle of creation, a fucking joke
Slowly declining with each generation
Breeding into selfishness
Teaching apathy, raised to be careless
One by one, we're here to consume
Raping this planet, waiting for a god
Needlessly taking, carelessly killing
A nation of excess, a hunger never filled
Plague bearers until the end
The wrath of extinction will follow
Tread lightly on the soil that bears your graves
The screams left unheard, calling out your names
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