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Doomsday in Dabiq Yazidi genocide
A new kind of terror that advertises war crimes
Pointing to the sky, unknowingly to missiles
History doesn't repeat itself, it fucking rhymes
Another twenty-year-old dies a martyr
before his mother stares at the pictures
of his maimed and still body
Another boy who was promised heaven got hell
Pray for Paris, bomb the Levant Donate your privacy,
dare not protest safety Mass psychosis,
paranoia Down a Russian jet,
hide under the NATO's wings
Tigres and Euphrates color red with blood
Barrel bombs and gas attacks
Refugees starved in camps
A mighty profitable shitstorm
that spouted ten years ago
from Uncle Sam's asshole
Enslave women in the name of holy jihad
Pray to the East before you rape the child
Warmongers sell promise of fortune
in return for ego and power
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Click yet again "accept request"
Oh won't you please, to attest we're friends
Sharing all the mediocre shit we do
Or at least that's what I'd like to
We pass each other by in life
Barely make an effort to pass a smile
We talk about nothing at all
To think I could've ignored you all this time
Looking into each other's eyes,
we shook hands and stabbed each other in the back
Bonding to an idea of togetherness
Let me tell you about unity
It's as much a farce as it is worth believing in
Clamping tightly to the dream,
as if it were a neck you can't help but squeeze
False friendships and other such desires
Based on envy and inevitable demise
Cherishing denounced dreams
People you don't even know that well,
even though you've been through a form of hell
From behind the PC screen everything's what it seems
People think I'm pretty, smart, funny and witty
No one knows what I feel
Exactly how it should be
No more bar nights and hiding in plain sight
No more drinks for the loud bunch late at night
All this pain of being ignored and dulling it
No more fucking point in it
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A layer of marble covers the Niger Delta Petrol companies turned the waters into badlands
Water springs now gush forth gasoline and set ablaze forests and acres and cleanse the land of its pristine beauty
There's no gold left at the end of these black rainbows arcing across the black skies that rain down cancer upon fishermen
There's no life left in this river that is now an oil spill
There's nothing left for the people who got robbed of their everything It's one fucked up given
That illegal distilleries burn down the woodlands using petrol they stole from Western pipelines
All hopes up for another day's living
All hope lost for sustainable thinking
Couriers burn to death on their cycles
Profiteers burned to death in oil barrels
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Is the depression causing my exhaustion
Or is it the other way round Chemicals
make the sunbreak through dark clouds
A smiling surface in a picture perfect world Inside
resembling the portrait of Dorian Gray I’m being led.
I’m being misled A zombie in the land of the dead
Driving shiny cars. Listening to plastic radio stars
Entrapped by self built constructions
Looking for a way out But the options frighten me
I have to behave. I have to stay strong
But everything I see just feels so wrong
If I settle for less will there be happiness
Or am I misanthropic by nature
Incapable of feeling anything else than hatred
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Are you familiar with the sense of self loathing and contempt?
Things you thought you could achieve
because all you want is what you think you need
A promise of a better life full of friends and the partner of your dreams Dreams of acceptance without concern
The clean slate you can't help but burn It's not real,
yes, this much I know I can see,
now that I'm in this black hole I fooled myself
this entire time to find a little peace of mind
On impulse I chased all I thought I'd need
False friendships and make-belief
I made the same mistakes again and it's too late to redeem myself Year after year, when the summer dies I'm still the same person
I thought I could leave behind
Every new day, a piece of me forgets my life's based on mistakes
and regrets
There's a blue jay pecking on the window at night
He's drenched in the honey reminiscing of an oil spill "I'm so stupid", "I'm so full of it" I can't breathe, what's wrong with me?
I've been here before , why can't I let it go?
It's eating at me, this sweet make-belief
I'm sure I can't be blamed
My condition is a sickness like any other
Year after year, when the summer dies
I'm still the same person
I thought I could leave behind
Every new day, a piece of me forgets my life's based on mistakes
and regrets
There's a blue jay pecking on the window at night
He's drenched in the honey reminiscing of an oil spill
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Travolta LONER CULT.
Fuck your unity and fuck your scene.
I’m an individual if you know what I mean.
It’s a LONER CULT!
We are digging our way into the underground
No mass media to help us out
Don’t need this bullshit we are independent and free.
It’s here we celebrate our individuality.
IT’s A LONER CULT!
LONER CULT!
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Racism
Sucks
Racism sucks we heard it all before, but in the end it’s your actions that count.
SPEAK UP
SPEAK UP
SPEAK UP
Just Say No!!!!
SAY NO !!!
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What would G.G. do?
He probably has no clue.
He would definitely take a SHIT
PRETTY PUNK ISN’T!!!???
NOT
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Short - Fast – Loud
Damn I’m proud to play SHORT FAST LOUD
Short - Fast - Loud
NEVER TOO OLD
to play SHORT FAST LOUD
NEVER TOO OLD !!!
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It’s an industry not a charity.
Capitalism kills, it’s a silent war, but it ain’t mine. EBOLA, blood in the middle of the floor,
from Botox to Tranquilizers to Prozac and back.
It’s customer creating.
DEATH INDUSTRIES – Customer creating.
DEATH INDUSTRIES – People are dying.
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Step back - Move back
Don’t wanna hear it anymore !!!
Step back - Move back
You’re just an attention whore!!!
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Live Free
Think Free
Act Free
So now: Pick your number and get back in line
Freedom versus illusions
FREEDOM AN ILLUSION
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Just a hollow product for you to consume
Teenage dreams stuck in a trashcan
Miley Cyrus ain’t GIRLPOWER
I know Travolta sucks, but at least we've got our clothes on.
Jello said: MTV GET OFF THE AIR!
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I’m not negative, I’m critical
I question everything even the life I’m in
Question everything
Let the haters hate
Hate, HATE, HATE, HATE
But they can’t get me down
That’s way too NEGATIVE
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released June 4, 2016
