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America's Wasteland
01:58
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I see false idols receive their praise
From the bourgeoisie singing their catchphrase
#1 by popular demand
Ignorance from 'Merica’s wasteland
This can’t be right
That the word art is equivalent to plight
In the basement breathing asbestos
While you’re on the stage, singing "the lord has blessed us”
We’re shut down and out from every space
Forced into hiding to be disgraced
treated like vermin, a parasites
Forget the past, we will stand and fight
Until the end of time
Cause heart and expression were never a crime
This can’t be right
This is our fight
This can’t be right
Scream our rage into this darkened night
This can’t be right
A force of change ready to ignite
This can't be right
This is our fight
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Death Dealer
01:23
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In the mirror you see a man
Cut corners every chance that you can
A death dealer, that’s your brand
Our blood is on your hands
The trust is gone, backs have been turned
The free citizens have been spurned
Because you’ve taken it upon yourself
To be
The unrest and angry soundtrack
The fight song against the attack
On civil rights and human liberties
On our people, on our families
The trust is gone, backs have been turned
The free citizens have been spurned
Because you’ve taken it upon yourself
To be judge, jury, and executioner
The trust is gone, backs have been turned
The free citizens have been spurned
Because you’re taken it upon yourself
Executioner
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Reprisal
01:37
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4. |
Seek More
01:29
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Beaten down and feeling alone
Heavy heart and hollowed bones
You reach for the one thing you know
False hope, illusion's ammo
Covered up and tucked away
A captive enslaved to society’s decay
Deep in thought, deep in despair
That sinking feeling that you're lost beyond repair
Nights of lucidity reverse the trend
A stark contrast to this world of pretend
No sleight of hand, no artful deception
Just a clear mind, an honest perception
Out grow the shadow
Seek more than the status quo
Out grow the shadow
Seek more than the status quo
Nights of lucidity reverse the trend
A stark contrast to this world of pretend
No sleight of hand, no artful deception
Clear mind, an honest perception
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Arbitrary Lines
01:26
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This land wasn’t made for you and me
From the poisoned water to the brutality
Arbitrary lines upheld by lesser minds
So scared they need a wall to hide behind
Private property the signs all read
While the masses all beg and plead
And the line in the sand
And this wall can’t withstand
The innocents you'll ban
For escaping a war torn land
How exactly do you win a war?
Do we measure in death and gore?
Destroy years of culture for nationalists gain
Install western thought and ignore their pain
How can anyone be illegal?
Do they need to raise the flag and steeple?
How many more deaths will it take?
Until we cut the head off the snake?
How exactly do you win a war?
Do we measure in death and gore?
Destroy years of culture for nationalists gain
Install western thought and ignore
No one is illegal
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6. |
My Shirt My Rules
00:10
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You do your thing
I'll do mine
Straight fucking edge
Garbage Time
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