1. |
jaws in reverse
03:20
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Everything
Falling apart
Everything
Ripping apart
Everything
Falling apart
Everything
Ripping apart
Posing remorse
(Jaws in reverse)
Staging a corpse
(Swallow me whole)
Posing remorse
(Jaws in reverse)
Staging a corpse
Striking a force
(Taking my will)
Lighting a forest
(Jaws in reverse)
Striking a force
(Breaking my back)
Lighting a forest
Gears of society are working their way through my body
Selling my soul for capitalism, don new personality
Socialite, the profitable kind
Standing behind the counter, stay asleep, smile steady
Solder my wires
Melt me together
I am something new
Transformative heat
Melting in sequence
Chew me in the gears
Bleeding in the heat
Crying for relief
Breaking my being
Creation, born anew
I have
Become
Something
Unlike you
Harnessing energy
Loading
Compounding database
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Harnessing energy
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Compounding database
Failure
I am gone now
(Jaws in reverse tearing me apart)
(Jaws in reverse tearing me apart)
(Jaws in reverse tearing me apart)
(Jaws in reverse tearing me apart)
Constructing
Destructing
Evolving
Grow
Transforming
Becoming
Throatshredding
Grind
Eat
Creating
Screaming and
Dissolving
Gears
Chewing and
Chewing and
Chewing and
Chewing and
Chewing and
Chewing and
Chewing and
Chewing and
Chewing and
Chewing and
Chewing and
Killing
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2. |
joe dirt god
02:19
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You make me feel like the shell of a cicada made fragile by the sun
I will never sing aloud again
I will never know a partnership
I will never sing aloud again
My worth for your tepid lifespan is not enough
Building blocks in your foundation
Draw the blood from sacred stone
Brighten eyes just to deceive us
A broken hope from a broken crown
A sliver of hope just to appease us
Oh god they’ve got you now
Forever selling ourselves
I must know I must know how
I die while you still flourish
I die while you still flourish
I die while you still flourish
I die while you flourish
You make me feel like the shell of a cicada made fragile by the sun
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For god and country we hang ourselves from our ceiling fans to promote our newest nationalist desire and show the world that we expire as naturally as the alphabet ending with x y z.
Inside a faulty state overrun with confident beasts
strong-arming their way through the land dubbed as police
Jungle rules in a humane society
Boxed in and broken until
your life is stolen
-
Forward again, forward again, forward again
(That gun)
Face in a pan, seed in a plan, and call you a friend
(Won’t work)
(See them standing all above, they loom over the question fate)
(The way)
(It’s love that draws them on, hook their lip, and tear their jaw from the-)
(You want it to)
Skull
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How many dreams fall out of the roof of the metropolis?
So much negative space for any type of possibility.
This is what's best for us all.
The apocalypse will be televised and said to be for the good of our great nation.
Riots are the start and end of the day.
The safe space is the closest to the explosion.
Power lines will save us as long as we charge our phones.
Police will shoot us while breaking into our homes.
This is a not so distant future.
This is actually right now.
Who will pull the trigger first?
Who will pull the trigger on the innocent first?
There’s a cult of personality nailed to this cross.
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4. |
allergic reactionary
04:08
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He immediately establishes
A pretense for all of his thoughts
His beliefs
His actions
Every move he makes is calculated
Every statement, encoded
He watches, intimidates
And waits patiently for an opening
A chance to strike
An open wound
A chance to save
A chance to be
Known for courage
Known for terror
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Liar!
Straw man!
Fake news!
Stare down!
I have
Unlearned
Full fledged
Thought paths!
Do you like my argument, i really got you there didnt I?
I sure think i did, you can’t convince me otherwise
I’m sure you’d like to be civil about things but that’s not my vibe
I don’t have a stance that’s not a reactionary lie
I’ve been born into degenerate bloodline
Yet everyone unlike me should exist under me
Won’t the world go back to openly hating minorities?
(I’m your boy
I’m your man
Let the lord
Have a plan
I have a plastic fork in my eye-
It’s Live, Laugh, Love in your hand
Whack off and piss in a can
Brother can you feel me now
Dead at the drop of a pin)
I’ve grown tired of this narrative
A flaw in your moral compass
Demagnetized, spinning off kilter
Centralized thought curated by Baier.
Does it look good on a cross?
or maybe in red, white, and blue?
New draft for population control
and, baby, we want you!
Give the flag a good salute
Give your home a good last look
Give your spouse a good last kiss
Give your kid a memory to miss
Kiss everything you know goodbye
Most likely seeing it for the last time
(Write to your
Mothers and sons
Grab your gun
You’re not coming home
Write to your
Mothers and sons
Grab your gun
You’re not coming home)
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5. |
44% burnt
01:30
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Diabolically
Trading currency
For our perishing
Each contract destroys homes
Oil companies
Profitability
Lighting colonies
The diaspora burns bright like a new lantern
Monetizing
Genocide means
Building companies
Bigger on new bloody territory
The ground is softening under the beams, watch buildings sink with lost humanity
(Monetize
Imperialize
Colonize
Brutalize
Genocide
Nation’s pride
Mortalize
Brutalize)
I smell the oil burning
I smell the land burning
I smell people burning
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6. |
hellsong united
04:10
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Bleeding the world of its bright young future
At the wax pulpit formed by hands exploring
The bodies of ones not fit
for consenting
Neatly tucked inside the crosshairs of lost morality
Model citizens, we’ve gathered here today for our next Antichrist reveal
This one happens to be someone you know, he’s given you solace and helped you heal
But this priest is nothing more than a spineless eel
Slithering slime through the congregate children until he’s had his fill
Gods most righteous will fall down to hell
I didn’t know you could hide in a place this holy
The van helsing of this land is made as me
Vatican vampires preying on the weak
Father Roger Matassoli will get the most restless sleep
Choking on the pointed end of sharpened
Stolen dreams of the now broken youth
Crucify the gods and all their servants
Everything employed by faith is worthless
I’ve never been as disgusted as I am with the church
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The Holy Ghost Tabernacle Choir Savannah, Georgia
left to right:
tanner // drums / vocals
nat // vocals / noise
sleve // bass / vocals
aaron // guitar
photo by wolfe eliot
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