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Electric current events,
Have me fucking shocked,
We've given too much power,
To the fuckin' cops.
Goons and thugs,
Filthy fuckin' liars,
I refuse to wear a bug,
Now I'm wearin' fuckin' wires.
Before you can even say "authority-abuse",
The motherfucking boys in blue hit me with the juice,
They told me I was resisting arrest,
But Ohms were the only resistance.
Reported resilient,
When in actuality,
The only thing present,
Was police brutality.
Charged to the fullest extent of the law.
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T.H.E.S.I.S. For Failure
01:54
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The Pyramid was built 200 years ago,
For the sole purpose of increasing work flow.
Tradition is ignorance, apathy is bliss.
This is the basis of this fucked up thesis.
Imagination over indoctrination?
Productivity over being me.
Why do we count so much on numbers,
And the arts are set to suffer?
Where the hell is the lesson,
Teaching the value of self-expression?
Success doesn't mean money,
The system is obsolete.
'Cause I got me.
I got creativity.
Fuck school,
Fuck work,
Fuck Tradition,
Fuck church,
Fuck what I'm supposed to be,
'Cause I've got creativity.
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When Pigs Fly
04:01
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Everybody's falling victim to the media's tactics of mongering fear.
With all the attempts to cover it up, it couldn't be more clear.
Pandemic levels one through six,
In reality, don't mean shit.
Their purpose is simply to make you scared.
Fill the human race with a sense of despair.
Nationalized distraction.
Quarantining foreigners, no reaction.
On the grounds that they are from, ground zero,
But no symptoms, and guess who will be the hero.
In comes the fat cats and companies.
Selling us the medicine that they don't need.
It's a transparent ploy to control,
And becuase the public trusts, they'll achieve their goal.
So the rich are getting richer and the poor are getting dead.
Because they don't understand that it's all in their heads.
With the use of MSM like CNN and NBC,
They can project out to the world, not just this side of the sea.
The cure to economic crises,
Is spread paranoia like a disease.
The people who run the news,
Also own pharma companies.
The media is worse than the mafia.
Feed the people pandemic, and watch 'em panic.
Get 'em scared and watch 'em spend,
Everything on anything to prevent an untimely end.
We're surrounded by idiots who don't know,
These hybrid viruses ain't natural.
The media they trust exaggerates,
The impact of the flu their boss creates,
I feel a little guilty for this way I feel,
We believe anything, it's surreal.
Avian, human, and two parts swine?
Maybe it's about fucking time.
When will we spend billions to prevent a small one time event?
When will issues of the world appear less important than the one right here?
When will coporations profitize 'cause we despise our own demise?
When will an entire nation quit asking questions and wait for vaccination?
When will the people and the media who tricked 'em fall victim to a fear-mongering numerical system?
When will people be to scared to hear that 2 million people die from AIDS a year?
When will a little predisposition outshine the 18,000 kids who die a month from malnutrition?
When will I stand idly-by, never wondering why? (And wait to die?)
...When pigs fly
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Of Purists & Tourists
02:46
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You're strutting your stuff, and your head's held high,
But have you ever wondered why,
You fill your lungs, puff out your chest,
why do you believe your breed's the best?
You're a product of conditioning,
From elitist dicks repositioning.
You didn't choose, you didn't decide,
So why are you so full of national pride?
In fact come to think, you didn't do shit.
It's about time that you admit,
Pride should be a sense of accomplishments,
Not something that comes without consent.
Can you really be proud of a stereotype?
There's just something about that that's just not fucking right.
Bloodline of the ignorant purist,
Decended from immigrant tourists.
It doesn't matter where you're from.
Don't be proud of what you are, but who you become.
You're strutting your stuff, and your head's held high,
But have you ever wondered why,
You fill your lungs, puff out your chest,
Why do you believe your breed's the best?
Before you try to prove your superiority,
By drinking or yelling or fighting for your city,
It doesn't matter where you're from,
Don't be proud of what you are, but who you become.
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Heads Or Tails
03:10
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Numbers on a screen,
And paper coloured green,
(What does it all even mean?)
Shouldn't affect me!
The opportunity,
Presented to me,
(And everybody!)
Is hereditary!
You get a house a car a business,
The only thing I'll inherit is this:
Susceptibility to cancer and a misbehaved dog,
While you're given security in a well-paying job.
A hundred million opportunities just missed,
Financial restraints bind our wrists.
what does your bank account have to do with this?
We have poverty 'cause wealth exists.
Depending on the wealth of the parents,
The quality of life is the greatest expense.
No wife, kids, dog or a white picket fence.
This system makes more dollars than sense.
Raised in this world with hardly a problem,
I have plenty and I can't afford to solve them.
You're handed what you want,
I can't get what I need,
You're rich, I'm broke,
All because of human greed.
To bitch out of jealousy ain't the point the song,
But to show that we know that the system is wrong.
It's survival of the fittest,
Not the fattest or the richest,
We'll adapt to survive,
When the odds are stacked against us.
Heads or tails,
Ain't your call,
Chance and cash,
Decide it all.
One thing you never knew,
And you'll never have a clue.
The joke's on you,
'Cause you don't know what it's like,
To work your fingers to the bone,
Put your nose to the grindstone,
I'll get there on my own,
I don't fucking need you.
And when I succeed,
By my own means,
There's a feeling,
That rings so true,
And I know that's a feeling,
I know that's a feeling that's alien to you.
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I'm On A Mission
03:04
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Indoctrination,
Over education.
Conditioning,
Not necessity.
We'll give you a brand new name,
And force you to dress all the same.
Deculturalize the blasphemers,
Civilized and now you're cleaner.
Cleanliness is next to "Him",
Be sure to wash your next of kin,
Brainwashed in holy water,
Baptize your son and daughter.
A mission to spread faith,
A mission to berate,
A mission to assimilate,
A mission to install fate,
A mission to manipulate,
A mission to stipulate,
Your dedication for relief,
Your free will for my belief.
Westernization,
Over immunization.
Turn desperation,
Into occupation.
Hands together, on your knees,
You have to earn your remedies,
We got many medicines,
As long as you confess your sins,
The truth about this mission,
And the truth hurts,
We make commission,
If you convert.
Assimilate,
Install fate.
I'm on a mission!
Cure the sick,
And use this trick.
I'm on a mission!
Malnourishment,
And they'll repent.
I'm on a mission!
Threaten, starve and bribe,
Until their beliefs are mine.
I'm on a mission!
Convinced them they're possessed, only to take place,
The only possession here is you over a race.
The misinterpretation coporation takes,
Fuck your clerg, have you no mercy? I thought you practiced grace.
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