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Falsehood
01:16
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There's no basis for your truth. Ancient superstition, that's your proof. Limit yourself in fear of judgement such obvious falsehoods control your life. Righteousness, piousness. subservience. Religion-cult, total addiction. Age-old tradition clouds your perceptions.
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Come to Form
01:07
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Worthless. Pointless. Selfish reproduction. Religion endorsed, state sponsored mass scale procreation. Earth scourge human plague destroys planet's splendor. Wretched swarm comes to form our total eradication.
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Evident
01:31
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Greed-spawned slaughter and disease. Integral part of our history. Our one damning lasting legacy. Avarice and cruelty given such legitimacy. Lies, half-truths festering in textbooks. Condemn Nazis but commit the same atrocity. They try to hide death, but the truth is all too evident. In mass graves and decimated culture spanning across the continent. Arrogance and bigotry from sea to fucking shining sea. Perpetuate this death culture. Manifesting, manufacturing genocidal destiny. Greed-spawned disease-slaughter. Perpetuate this death culture. Stolen history. Lies. Never to be seen...
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Sometimes
03:02
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Sometimes these things happen quite naturally. These bits and pieces in a box, from a childhood you were never a part of. You are left with nothing, nothing at all but dreams and decay. A snap of the neck and the essence is life betrayed. It happened to the angel, wings torn out and thrown back to earth. You're old. You're dying with dreams and decay.
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Success Is Theirs
01:50
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This is shit. Your life consists of nothing. Consume what has been set before you. You're controlled, a lifeless simulation. In mass marketed rebellion, you are fucking slaves. Conditioned to obey, and we have. To build culture (or consumers)? Ensured that you are pacified, with conscience of enforced morals. And proceeding in lockstep. Stagnate in your worthless lives.
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Estate
03:38
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Thronefuck - ever so generously donated from the pocket of your fathers estate. And you being the Brownshirts. the ants, the drones, the sheep. The machine that clicks and rotates and dings. Just like, come on in, gather around this table, ever so generously donated. And you being the law the crooks, the colonizers. the book. Living vicariously through the statements of others. Foundation denied. Built so unbeautifully, inside your defined boundaries of monuments. ribbon. iron, and ownership. To preserve the unstoppable army of four, quit talking about your accomplishments. Quit speaking of our collectiveness. our commonalities. quit singing. Your music is one of prefabrication. Of brick encrusted mortar. An ego-trip that suits for masturbation. manufactured elsewhere. Of fine precision. of fine persuasion. of deception. No insurrection. no liberation. no
substance. Just sound.
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