1. |
Bruis'n USA
03:30
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Here we go again just another fine day
Greedy manipulators proudly standing in the way
Here to stay, don’t fret
Shiny objects and a net
Masses (masters) like their hype, got the business model set
You would never guess what, That’s right, we’re the pets
Frantic mice in a maze as they place big bets
Good luck on those words coming out of your mouth
They’ll be taken on advisement with a sponsored shout-out
Given so many options, won’t you gawk at menu
Take a penny, leave a penny, got a side quest to send you
Don’t you question golden rules, live to work, work to die
Always on the verge of stardom, hopeless-endless death supply
They can sham the lambs with scams, they know we’ll let it happen. Happen.
You’ll stand to win a better hand if you continue napping, lappin’
They can sham the lambs with scams, they know we’ll let it happen. Happen.
Sitting out without a plan and wondering why you’re trapped in, capped thin.
Climb aboard let’s roll, bruisin cruisin merry-go
Punch your ticket, lose control, captains on your radio
All aboard let’s roll, bruisin cruisin merry-go
Punch your ticket, lose control, captains on your radio
Pipe-dreams to make you fly, an endless supply
Got your tables all set, shiny object and a net.
You would never guess what, that’s right, we’re the threats
People power like a tower gives the crown a big sweat
Good luck on those burdens coming out of your mouth
They’ll be taken on advisement, piggy wagon’s en route
Given so many options, won’t you gawk at the menu
Take a beating, leave unfeeling, just a side pest to bend you
They can sham the lambs with scams, they know we’ll let it happen. Happen.
You’ll stand to win a better hand if you continue napping, lappin’
They can sham the lambs with scams, they know we’ll let it happen. Happen.
Sitting out without a plan and wondering why you’re trapped in, capped thin.
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2. |
Monetizer
03:32
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Born, taught, take your spot
Rituals and common talk
Learn to trust your caretakers
All without a second thought
Who makes the rules? Perfect fitting shoes.
Conform into a uniform & act like it’s a secret room.
Raw soul extortion, manic crowd syndrome
Drawn within in the lines of your little known window
Cookie-cutter blues, gloom and doom news
Divided up and conquered, always blameless in your in-group
Lying to each other, indoctrinated madness,
Validate the flash to disguise collective sadness
Taken to the cleaners, a culture built on lies
Peeling off your false-knit layers, nothing left to advertise
Despise, never rise, kicking others down in life just to get a stupid prize
Brain rot tribes, interest group cliques, monetizing death cuz it’s just another stock tip
Mind you, the collective hype it will find you
And society’s chains still will bind you
Never leaving a dime behind you
An eternal shell game to grind you
The collective hype it will find you
And society’s chains still will bind you
Always leaving your mind behind you
An eternal shell game to mime you
It’s perpetual noise just to blind you
Strip your agents away and divide you
White-labeled clean box you can run to
No humanity left inside you.
Promises of grandeur. A groupthink-tank of lies.
Boiling frogs so happy, shiny objects for the eyes
Are you going their way? it’s a highway paved with greed
All standards smashed to pieces, fine-print you didn’t read
Hang out with the pros, just the ones that run your cult
Condition pumped into your skull until they get the right result
Pretend we’re all a raw subversive tearing down the systems-lever
Claim to hate the mainstream noise only to join into the fever
Inane, wasted games, we could all look the same and find somebody else to blame
Brain rot lies, interest group tricks, manipulating minds with a dangled carrot-hand stick
Mind you, the collective hype it will find you
And society’s chains still will bind you
Never leaving a dime behind you
An eternal shell game to grind you
The collective hype it will find you
And society’s chains still will bind you
Always leaving your mind behind you
An eternal shell game to mime you
It’s perpetual noise just to blind you
Strip your agents away and define you
White-labeled clean box you can run to
No humanity left inside you
Always sold “that’s the way it goes, don’t you know?”
Just do what you’re told in the show
for the corporate goals and molds, until it kills you
Always sold “that’s the way it goes, don’t you know?”
Just do what you’re told in the show for the corporate goals and molds, until it kills you
Always sold “that’s the way it goes, don’t you know?”
Just do what you’re told in the show for the corporate goals and molds, until it kills you
Always sold “that’s the way it goes, don’t you know?”
Just do what you’re told in the show for the corporate goals and molds, until it kills you.
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3. |
Vanity Cult
03:53
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69 bpm, get in where you fit in
Masters say I'm not invited, don’t remember asking them
Spend up all your time tap dancing to their circus
A synchronized army of the retail subversives
Subculture dupes, turned status quo troops
Eating up their energy, fash-policin’ zoot-suits
Stay in the hip-clique line, or get out the room
Mindless zombies overtime, counterculture necktie.
Welcome In! The Vanity Cult it needs you my friend
We’ll be with you till the end.
You must fit in, but this ain’t the mainstream
We have far less rules
Just do exactly what’s written
Come right in, the Vanity Cult we need you again
We’re here with you until the end
Just fit in, and don’t complain
We’re not the industry folks,
Our suits and ties are extra thin
Secret handshakes, claims to fame
Hang up all you got just to play their game
Tally up the clone troops, they’re all like glue
So unique that they do the same as you do.
Do you remember the days before contrivance?
Less lethal plastic people forcing payment by compliance
We used to create because he had raw passion in us,
It wasn’t just a gimmick made to win up all the business
Perpetual theater, a climbing elevator
Forgot the reason why, that DIY is what had made us
No mound of gold can save us, worth more than fiscal vapors
Character invaders made of caricature flavors
69, bpm, get in where you fit in
Bigwigs say that I’m not hired don’t remember applying
Spend up all your time crowdsourcing like a servant
A synthesized army of the big fail coercives
Subculture troops turned status quo dupes
Eating up their energy, fash-policin’ zoot-suits
Stay in the hip-clique line, or get out the room
Mindless zombie pantomime, counterculture necktie
Welcome in! The Vanity Cult it needs you my friend
We’ll be with you till the end
You must fit in, but this ain’t the mainstream
We have far less rules, just do exactly what’s written
Come right in, the Vanity Cult we need you again
We’re here with here you until the end
Just fit in, and don’t complain, we’re not the industry folks,
Our suits and ties are extra thin
Secret handshakes, claims to fame,
Hang up all you got, play their game
Tally up the clone troops, they’re all like glue
So unique that they’ll do the same as you do.
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Skin robots with their etch-a-sketch thoughts
Refuse to sink in till the water’s hot
Uneasy playing to voids in a desert plot
Only study group approved from the standard crops
Can’t flop when it’s scripted, NDs not allowed
All your blood on the floor would stir a wonderful crowd
Stand-in-the-line where every-body sounds the same
All those original thoughts will be selecting your grave
They wanna trademark you
Step up, claim your ticket.
There’s only one true rule: Copy, rinse, repeat it.
When there’s no need for you,
Plenty, where you came from.
Pop-hype, expendable fools,
Fake it till you break it.
Take it to the bank it’s just a repeat of past feats
And parodies of maladies for cash when the weak seek it,
Empty out your soul and gold for puppet shows and glass ceilings
Leave us all alone you’ve gained enough shares from troll-leeching
I’ve got a hole for you, since diggings what you like to do
Fuck your insufferable rules, hype doesn’t run me too.
Just when you thought they were finished
They ask another penance
It's all monetary
Transactional fairy tales for all the grownups
Perpetual donuts
Then run around in circles like promotional blowups
They wanna trademark you from your tunes to your moves
Break you like a mule, ride your soul to the moon
When no need for you, they’ll move to the next room
Just expendable fools, pop hype drool is your tomb
Take it to the bank it’s just a repeat of past feats
And parodies of maladies for cash when the weak seek it,
Empty out your soul and gold for puppet shows and glass ceilings
Leave us all alone you’ve gained enough shares from troll-leeching
I’ve got a goal for you,
Since grifting’s what you like to do,
Fuck your insufferable ghouls,
Hype is the king of fools.
They wanna trademark you
Step up, claim your ticket.
There’s only one true rule: Copy, rinse, repeat it.
When there’s no need for you,
Plenty, where you came from.
Pop-hype, expendable fools,
Fake it till you break it.
Fake it till you break it.
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5. |
Arbitrary Accolades
04:37
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Flying through the door at 100 M.P.
Everybody’s nonplussed, not a soul seeing me
Ain’t the wealthy or connected, never seen on the TV
No fifteen minutes of commercials saying “hey remember me?”
Not so funny, cute, and talented without a meet and greet
Get ordained by the gatekeepers cause it’s all an industry
Who gives a damn about DIY, does it put butts in the seats
They’ve got some cutters for those cookies cuz the dough is extra sweet
But you just wait until there’s something that begins to move their feet
Another story, fame and glory til you’re a useless doggy treats
It’s just a job to these fuckers, a fee.
Another product to be sold in the street.
A viral chart of empty darts replacing short term memories
Rinse and repeat, it’s all a scheme to please the braindead endlessly
It’s just a job to these fuckers, a fee, turn human heart into a cog industry.
Hindsight’s 20/20 when consensus thumbs it up
Legendary intuition matching suckers with their chumps
Who gives a damn bout DIY, will it give me another buck
Need fifteen seconds of attention to repeat and play it up
Not so funny, cute and talented without a meet and greet
Get ordained by the gatekeepers because it’s all an industry
Who gives a damn bout DIY if there’s no butts in the seats
They’ve got some buttons for those stickers til it’s time to take the heat
We’re trading heartbeats for a dollar, fight for scraps in the yard
Rich-leader musical chairs has taking everyone so far
Treating the cartel corporations out for drinks at the bar
All while the average human soul is nursing state sponsored scars
I ain’t no sleuth, I’ve got no youth but I’ll take unfiltered truth
A whole eternity of lies distracting eyes from the sky
It’s not some rocketed-sciented fact
These grifters laugh at the knives in our back.
“Hey you what’s-your-opinion on this pop hype distraction?
We need all the controversy for our top hype reaction.”
I think die motherfucker.
I say goodbye motherfucker.
“But can you give a sound bite that will excite all of emotions for the zombie invasion army of unbridled devotion?”
Fuck all your schemes motherfucker.
You won't take me for sucker.
And you just wait til there’s something that begins to make em think
A different gear that makes em fear there’s no more boots put on our cheek
It’s just a job to these fuckers a fee,
Making the servants do their dirt work for free.
A viral chart of empty darts replacing short-term memories
Rinse and repeat it’s all a scheme to please the peasants fast-asleep.
It’s just a job to these fuckers a fee
Another product to be sold on the street
We sell our lives just to suffer (shell shell shell)
Regurgitate the written numbers (sell sell sell)
Repeat and prize your bloody blunders (hell hell hell)
Then act surprised when we go under (well well well)
So I say bye motherfucker (wish you well)
Right through the door you pick a number (see you in hell)
It’s past the time we put you under (under the cell)
It’s a disease your love to plunder (corporate cartel)
Eyes glued wide open just to focus on flash
Cradle to grave, outrage, fame, and cash
They never gave a fuck about the average human soul
A price tag, a product, worthless trinkets, vapid goals
Eyes glued wide open just to focus on flash
Cradle to grave, outrage, fame, and cash
They never gave a fuck about the average human soul
A price tag, a product, worthless trinkets, vapid goals
“Hey you, what’s-your-opinion on this pop hype hot topic?
We need all the controversy for our hot biopic.”
I think you lie motherfucker.
I say goodBye motherfucker.
“But can you give a sound bite that will excite all of emotions for the zombie invasion army of unbridled devotion?”
Back on your skis motherfucker.
You won't take me for a sucker.
It’s just a job to these fuckers a fee
It’s just a job to these fuckers a fee
It’s just a job to these fuckers a fee
Another product to be sold in the street.
A viral chart of empty darts replacing short term memories
rinse and repeat it’s all a scheme to lull the peasants back to sleep,
It’s just a job to these fuckers, a fee.
Another product to be sold in the street.
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6. |
Extra
03:06
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Always a catch, born into a net daze
Always the pet, scorned unto the next phase
Vultures with jets, common folks a rat race
Born into debt, don’t you know that crime pays
Told not to fret, look onto the golden days
Persistent threat, lulled into a comfort haze
Catch 22, got everything to do with you
Rewards for the few, learn to beg and read the rules
Extra-Extra, no time to lecture
The collectives made at ease from the short-sighted specter
Steady diet, empty lies, without a will to criticize
Just get those eyes back on the prize, it’s all been built to seize the cries.
Rally round the doctrine’s prong
To keep the lights on
Chant your favorite ancient law
A constant fight song
Ducked out on reality
Until your last day
Cycle doesn’t make no sense
trapped in a rat maze
All in it together, curious weather
Imbalance passed as common, perpetual straw men
Ushered to the door, know your rank’s floor
Why’d you ask for more? You get what you paid for
Hand-planted debt, too poor to escape the net
Garden-V criminals, straight to jail is literal
Greedy power hungry fools, always free to break the rules
have their cake and too, good thing they can pick and choose
Extra-Extra, a timed conjecture
The free thinkers put at ease after the flash mob pressure
Steady diet, empty lies, without a will to criticize
Just get those eyes back on the lies
All built to suffocate your cries
Rally round the doctrine’s prong
To keep the lights on
Chant your favorite ancient law
A constant fight song
Ducked out on reality
Until your last day
Cycle doesn’t make no sense
Zapped in a rat maze
Rally round the doctrine’s prong
To keep the lights on
Chant your favorite ancient law
A constant fight song
Fucked off on reality
An actuality
A cycle making perfect sense
for your fatality.
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7. |
Just A Minute
00:59
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Is this on?
I said is this on?
Like the mindless robotic systems on our back every waking moment wanting us to comply and react and pretend we like working for a corporate scheme cuz they’d have nothing without people joining their fucking club.
Club me in the face, some blood’s worths the taste
A thousand volumes deeper than this shitty rat race
Swapping breath out for a dollar at their stupid ant farm
Watching nicely-suited psychos preaching “do no harm”
Must get every damn opinion from the biggest known stars
Public figures, trophy winners, need you ringing their alarm
Justice only really matters when it’s worthy of the ink
Slap your fucking barcode on and keep the owners in the pink
Eat-consume, sleep and breed that is all you could need
Transform life into transactions greed is all that you can see
Narrow focus, land a locusts, only care for your surroundings
Don’t forget the tv, they’re your friends to keep you grounded
Nothing new, no innovation, not the type we should pursue
An ignoramus zombie nation taught to fit in with the crew
Every version we create another catch 22
Smile and grin at one another like we’re not part of the zoo.
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Glory-Armageddeon on the loose
Pilfered by society’s plastic noose
Crave some empty platitudes, we got that too
Sunshine-class formalities, hive mind zoo
Template-crafted niceties, vapid stew
They’ve printed out instructions but say “you be you”
Corporate-sponsored shell games to numb the truth
Fuck raw originality, love golden goose
Magic, yeah they never really had it
But we keep falling for it
Their fables systematic
With death cults for the addicts
White noise passed off as life tips
Just focus on the prize
Don’t step out of the line
It's finely tuned, sublime.
Back-flips! They never had-shit.
Just brainy tactics and flash theatrics.
To get us off their back
It’s a revolution, or is it for the cameras?
Is this thing even on ya? Missed staging your persona
Millions and millions, billions and trillions
Yet cry like they’re victims, the farce is strong with them
They care about this end: the bottom line blitz win
They’ll never hit this chin,
Fuck all your inventions of shallow conventions
Humanity stripped thin, to balance a lynchpin
Regurgitated tropes, from self righteous dopes
Keep the weak on the ropes with commoditized hope
No platform or sponsorship nope
But here’s a quick note, to all you ghouls on your boats:
Your toxic business model is dead, an antiquated-dote
Just get off our throats, and go fucking choke, we cut your tight rope.
Pop-hype hacks, ransacking the past
Keep your poisonous gas, we’ll keep our conscious in tact
It ain’t no mystery. We making history
They make no sense to me. Fuck the industry.
Gory-Armageddeon sordid leech
Trickle down egos on electric leash
Crave our empty calories, they make it sweet
Bubble-gum banalities to tame the street
Template crafted niceties, vapid treats
They’ve written out your manuals but say “keep it neat”
Corporate sponsored shell games to hide the cheats
Fuck human emotion, we consume and eat
Back-flips. They never had-shit.
Just brainy tactics. And flash theatrics.
To get us off their backs- it’s no revolution, extreme exclusion
A cult intrusion, kill all your illusions.
They just can’t stop it: it’s record profits
Keep playing the pop hits, lecturing in optics
Humanity stripped thin, to balance a lynchpin
Fuck all your inventions and shallow conventions!
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9. |
Woodchipper
04:50
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Big time scalers fit for a magazine
They’ve got it all figured out
Tucking their work shirts into jeans
D-suite management, brass, and they wear many hats
Trading labor away for a kick in the ass
What’s the hierarchy map in this petri dish trap?
Five year plans from the man, won’t get your dignity back
Let’s take a crack at this nut, full of professional liars
Ain't no mental health days just profit pacifiers
Defy em, and see what happens, this world is transactions
To make you feel passion from pushing a wagon,
A thought for the day, fuck your 401k.
A designed interest rate, keep your poisonous dates
All so comforted in the less egregious sin
So busy counting our wins, to start just questioning them
Accountability nope, just cut that page out the note
Book your vacation to hope, itineraries been wrote.
Breathless lifeless corpses on the floor
You forgot to clock in at least an hour more,
Overlords need you back just for one more thing
This is what you’re living for, the american dream
Mainstream in your veins, can you feel the pain?
Take another hit of glory from the bottomless drain
Pull strings for the kings to collect their bling
Snuff each other out like varmint to protect their things
Played a part from the false start
Just to tear out your own heart: a reaction, transaction.
Built their puzzles laced with blood
And now you’re faced in the mud: redaction, subtraction.
Took your cues from ancient news
And now you’re paid to sing the blues: distraction, refraction.
Hold the weak up to a standard
While corruption gets a lanyard: inaction, a faction.
Long time flailers, fit for an empty scene
They’ve got it all figured out, taking their orders from a screen
A seniority trap, making business cards clap
Trading labor away for a kick in the ass
A formality map in this petri dish trap
Scrap those plans for the man, let’s take our dignity back
And take a whack at this nut, full of professional liars,
Ain't no sane one among profiteer pacifiers
Defy em, let’s see what happens, we’ll churn their transactions,
Won’t ever feel passion from pushing their wagon.
A thought for the day, fuck a word that they say,
Fuck their lies, and their hate, nothings worth that high rate
All so comforted in the less egregious sins, it’s time to join with our friends and start just questioning them.
Accountability ropes, let’s sabotage their bank notes
Book their retirement coats, see who’s the realist cutthroat.
Breathless lifeless corpses on the floor
You forgot to clock in at least an hour more,
Overlords need you back just for one more thing
This is what you’re living for, the american dream
Mainstream in your veins, can you feel the pain?
Take another hit of glory from the bottomless drain
Pull strings for the kings to collect their bling
Snuff each other out like varmint to protect their things
Played a part from the false start
Just to tear out your own heart: a reaction, transaction.
Built their puzzles laced with blood
And now you’re faced in the mud: a redaction, subtraction.
Took your cues from ancient news
And now you’re paid to sing the blues: a distraction, refraction.
Hold the weak up to a standard
While corruption gets a lanyard: inaction, a faction.
Part from the false start, tear out your own heart, woodchipper
Puzzles laced with blood, face down in the mud, woodchipper
Cues from ancient news, paid to sing the blues. woodchipper
Weak held to a standard, corruption gets a lanyard, woodchipper
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10. |
Flash in the Pan
04:41
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Here’s another drone, symbiotic clone, synchro-clapping like a seal
Work and tap dance for a meal, never be the squeaky wheel
Run with groupthink inner-class folks, peasants for the mass ropes
Shoulder of giant assholes
Hold up. it’s all big business, skydad’s my witness
We can’t fit in this, with no cult to grift us
Just learn all the names, a map to the fame
That's all that matters, we live to flatter
Folks taking dope on the rope, hallelujah.
Drown, like a clown, buttoned down, how’d that suit ya?
Darts against the board, but never bored
It’s a simple deal, you sweat and they steal
Just a self made human, can’t see why you’re losing
Silver spoon attached at birth, an entitled cruise-ship berth
Folks taking dope on the rope, hallelujah
Down in a round, hollow clown, how’d that suit ya?
Dopes taking tropes on the rope, hallelujah
Drown in a round, hollow clown, how’d that suit ya?
Serfs between the sword and elite lords
That’s just when they’re bored, another conquest hoard
Try to put up a fight, they’ll confiscate your rights
Pretend you’re safe and tight to chase your tail all night
Slaves, labeled reigns, polished chains, hallelujah
Vain, claims to fame, tamed and trained, how’d that suit ya?
Lost, at your cost, passions tossed, hallelujah,
Drained, sold and shamed, to a game, how’s that new ya?
Here’s another drone, symbiotic clone, synchro-clapping like a seal
Work and tap dance for a deal, never be the squeaky wheel
Run with groupthink member-class folks, peasants for the mass ropes
Shoulder of giant assholes
Hold up. It’s all big business, skydad’s my witness
We can’t fit in this, with no cult to grift us
Just learn all the names, a map to the fame
That's all that matters, we live to flatter.
Folks taking dope on the rope, hallelujah
Down in around, hollow clown, how’d that suit ya?
Dopes taking tropes on the rope, hallelujah
Drown in around, hollow clown, how’d that suit ya?
Validation, Graduation, swarm mind, idle nation
Playing to the score of a cookie cutter foundation
Praise authentic strides, show you love originality
Then hide into a corner, paint the world with generality.
Validation, Graduation, swarm mind, idle nation
Playing to the score of a cookie cutter foundation
Praise authentic strides, show you love originality
Then hide into a corner, paint the world with generality
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They say put trust in us, just see the best in us.
Put all your lives down on the counter, we'll be swift and just
Do all the right things, follow the hype strings
It’s guaranteed we’re on your side just like a flight team.
A little closer now, we need your profile
Another snap so we know where to send the dough to ya
Beware of other tribes, they’re from another side
Just hide your ears and eyes and mind and give another dime
Another mind hits the dust before it even had a chance
Aren’t you tired of this orchestrated corporated dance?
They take a mile and a coke, grin and smile as we choke
Sordid hands, fast romance, boiled bath, death finance
Holes in pockets lined with hands, claiming shit they conjured-up
Mobbed up but official, state approved, outta luck.
Give a fuck, no I don’t, centuries lost, blowing smoke
Leaving people always broke, propped with credit, stolen hope
Divide and conquer’s not a trope, more like a business model boat,
Confined to a moat, we’re charged to float
A smash and grab job, that's what it is
Just let these peasants duke it out, it’s show biz
All their technology and big wigs, yet self destruction on repeat like little kids
What do they say to us? “Just buck up.”
The system’s working super smooth, it’s so clutch.
We scuff up your hand it’s a scam
We muck-up your plan it’s a bluff
We fuck-up your clan that’s a scam
We disrupt the corrupt that’s enough
Flashy-lights to your life’s subtraction, faux satisfaction, status-quo traction
Exploited actions, groupthink contraptions, to glean a reaction from the zombie faction
Oh what a surprise, too big for those eyes, extort the supplies
Glide high on those lies, they live and we die, a matter of time
Pretend it’s alright, suburban blight, you got no fuckin rights
But play the high life, labeled, spar as we fight
For a spot on the dais, reward to play nice
Trot the maze like good mice, toe the sinking hot-line
There’s no questions they like, just repeat the corporate diet
We scuff up your hand that’s a scam
We muck up your plan it’s a bluff
We fuck up your clan that’s a scam
Self disrupt the corrupt that’s enough
We scuff up your hand that’s a scam
We muck up your plan it’s a bluff
We fuck up your clan that’s a scam
Self disrupt the corrupt that’s enough
They figured “trust in us” was enough
Free thought with caveat shuffles and crust
Can’t crack us unpredictable nuts.
Unreplaceable punk doesn’t rust.
Just keep your eyes off the substance and keep playing with toys
Constant death and destruction, blood thirsty cowboys
Yeehaw, kill em all, work and spend the mall
Got another dime to shell ya, you shall eat it down and smile
Got that luck? No we don’t, trust is lost, peasants broke
Propped with credit, stolen hope, divide and conquer in a moat
A smash and grab job, of your shit.
The systems working hard to shut your eyelids.
We scuff up your hand that’s a scam
We muck up your plan it’s a bluff
We fuck up your clan that’s a scam
We disrupt the corrupt that’s enough
We scuff up your hand that’s a scam
We muck up your plan it’s a bust
We fuck up your clan that’s a scam
We disrupt the corrupt that’s enough
A smothered grind, feeded lust to keep the workers in a trance
While we’re blind to this orchestrated corporated dance
They’ll take a mile as a joke, grin and smile at your stroke
Sordid hands, fast romance, boiled bath, death finance
Holes in a pockets lined with hands, claiming shit they conjured-up
Propped up and official, state approved, outta luck
A slash and nab job, that's what it is
The system’s working like it should, a show biz.
We scuff up your hand that’s a scam
We muck up your clan it’s a bust
We fuck up your plan that’s a scam
Self-destruct the corrupt, that's enough.
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12. |
Write-Offs
04:32
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Groupthink hive, what a time to be alive
Everybody plays their parts like a 9 to 5
You’ve got no questions, nor do I
Life’s a bitch and then you die
We just pretend to look alive
Fine-tune ballet or belly-dive
There's simple rules: Get richer. Paint the proper picture.
Divide serfs against themselves makes control much quicker.
Complain about complainers, whine about the whiners
Beat your chest with all that hate, your shares a pocket liner
For tycoons, rich loons, treating life like a cartoon
Pumping poison into your brain and smile and sell you that it’s raining.
The paralysis, it’s real.
You’v’e been sold another shiny rotten deal
The same species discovered steel
Then push and shove in line for first place at the hamster wheel
Big deals, bigger egos,
Where all the masses (masters) say to look is we think we need to go
And not homegrown, a big time racket,
A giant game with glossy names complete with neatly striped brackets
Liars, wrapped as lions, coerce and scoff
They’d fold like cloths, without their write-offs
When magic is shrinking, deflate free thinking
A whimsical game, system runners all the same
Liars, wrapped as lions, coerce and scoff
They’d fold like cloths, without their write-offs
When magic is shrinking, deflate free thinking
A whimsical game, system runners all the same
Let’s do some cool shit and not some bullshit
How many times must we line up in a grind
Chewed for wind-ups all the time
Seems like our favorite past-time
Build a shrine, bow to mine
Selfie sign, fame and fortune till you die
Why oh why?
Save obligatory waivers, it is doing you no favors
This world is fuckin sick, just a bone that we can pick
And therein lies the lick, chase the stick, have your pick
They’re so ham-fisted dangling that shit
Big spiels, obsessive ego, the machine protects itself
Refuse to let our nature to grow, it’s straight up faux
A big time racket, a venal game that aims to maim complete with whack-a-mole jackets
Liars, wrapped as lions, coerce and scoff
They’d fold like cloths, without their write-offs
When magic is shrinking, deflate free thinking
A whimsical game, system runners all the same
Liars, wrapped as lions, coerce and scoff
They’d fold like cloths, without their write-offs
When magic is shrinking, deflate free thinking
A whimsical game, system runners all the same
Time to take it back, from their big loot sack
We’ve had enough of hacks, leaving our future jacked
Time to take it back, from their big loot sack
We’ve had enough of hacks, leaving our future jacked
It’s time to flip the stack, expose their big fruit bag,
We’re bout to hit them back, they’re gonna get ransacked
We make some noise, they give us toys.
We write the songs, they send us bombs.
We want some feeling, they want us squealing.
We point at needs, they make us bleed.
It’s repetition every day, they’ve set the games we’re meant to play
Without a chance of any change, a lie to get you into place
Empowered people in the masses, burn the system down, it crashes
Not a tear from one of us, your calm (karma) has put you in the dust
Rigged deals, obsessive ego
An oligarchy for itself, refuse to let our nature grow
A straight up faux (foe), a big time racket
A venal game that aims to maim complete with whack a mole jackets.
Liars, wrapped as lions, coerce and scoff
They’d fold like cloths, without their write-offs
When magic is shrinking, deflate free thinking
A whimsical game, system runners all the same
Liars, wrapped as lions, coerce and scoff
They’d fold like cloths, without their write-offs
When magic is shrinking, deflate free thinking
A whimsical game, system runners all the same.
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13. |
Johnny Utah's Dracula
04:20
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Utah, get me two, or three, if you please.
Chasing gangster surfers got me wheezy in the knees
Whoa, Bodhi Brah, If I may inquire,
Is jumping outta planes such a thing you desire?
Bloody wolves are chasing me through some blue inferno
Robbing banks at night so I can dime to Feds what I know
Tyler, where did you go? Hi my name is Neo.
Escaping from the Matrix but forgot to check my ego
John Constantine that’s your right hand man.
Dogstar, take it down, that’s the name of my band
A Bill from Ted, a John Wick candle
That Replicas budget might just be another scandal.
Devil’s Advocate with a fake southern drawl
Lomax had no chance, scene chewers took it all
He’s the Watcher, got the Gift, got The Whole Truth too
Pop quiz hot shot, Speed will send you for a loop
Guess who, John Mnemonic, nice to meet you, how you do?
I want fucking room service and a club sandwich too,
Hot hookers for Shane Falco and a Cyberpunk brew
And I just about forgot that I know Kung Fu.
I know my rights, I want my phone call
Even with my mouth shut, I will tear this fucker up
I am an F. B. I. AGENT
I’ll know my rights till the earth stands still,
Even with a bad batch, I will keep my fuckin chill.
I am an F. B. I. AGENT
Trinity should help me take this cord out of my neck
Can’t say I’m coming or I’m goin’ Zion’s like a prison deck
I hear that paying much attention can take you a long long way
I am the Man of Tai Chi so I’ll get there when I say
With the Wild Wyld Stallions coming like a gunshot
Station nation, Death invasion, missy “mom” is so hot
SanDimas High School Football Rules, Fore Score is cool for school
Dog Boy, Wick 2, where’s that Rufus phone booth?
Excellent, an adventure, not Bram Stoker’s, Swedish Dicks
I’m the Prince of Pennsylvania, not the one in Providence.
Take a Walk in the Clouds, My Own Private Idaho
Siberia, Thumbsucker, you don’t really wanna know
A Street King is for life, Sweet November to the Bone
Generation um, Numb, Neon Demon fly home
Looking for that final wave, something grandiose
No more shooting at the sky, vaya con dios.
I know my rights, I want my phone call,
Even with my mouth shut, I will tear this fucker up.
I am an F. B. I. AGENT
I’ll know my rights till the earth stands still,
Even with a bad batch, I will keep my fuckin chill.
I am an F. B. I. AGENT
I give you the finger at a Destination Wedding
Guess who's playing Hardball with your head to keep you sweating?
I am an F. B. I. AGENT
A Chain Reaction, Knock Knock, You’re Dead
I Love You to Death, till we reach the River’s Edge.
I am an F. B. I. AGENT.
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14. |
Compost Heap
04:13
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Ignite the feelings that confine you, inhibitions
Burn bright that seething fright around you, new ignition.
Despite the fleeting trends abound to, trick your senses
Excite that raw internal value, new cognition.
So much wasted time, can’t even call it mine
The clock-hands mock me a ticking lock see
Forever lost in survival mode that’s got us by the throat
No time for questions though, please.
Once you’ve escaped the desert lounge
That's when real stage fright crowns
It’s a game like round meant to beat you down
Life itself is the joke, well trained mice just to poke
Conform our fiercest rage into a nice catch phrase.
Fake-devils proxy, a savior’s tossed plea
Take a score of lost keys, take a look who’s upbeat
After their own posse, pours the gas on our street
Harmful gains distract the counterweight of our fleet,
Tear it down, remove their crowns, why is it so renowned?
These princes got no gowns
Since they respect take downs, let's shake these harmful clowns
Until their boots shake out the mounds of stolen pounds.
If they decide to, they’re gonna find you,
It cuts right down to, the traits that bind you
No fear to blind you or disallow you from peace inside you,
Claim back your heart.
Ignite the feelings that confine you, inhibitions
Burn bright that seething fright around you, new ignition.
Despite the fleeting trends abound to, trick your senses
Excite that raw internal value, new cognition.
So much for drawing boundary lines, oversteppers all the time
Pain and suffering is fine, but please donate to my shrine
Vapid flat baselines, privileged set to whine and dine
To the score of your demise, then we’re shocked and all surprised
Can’t keep track of all the lies, nice to sleep in a disguise
Hard to open up your eyes, when grifters drown you in their guise
Good morning patron, I’ve got your your apron
You can finish work when they consume all you’re making
A devil’s hat trick, but nothing that slick
Just collect those flog sticks, you’ll take all the long licks
Yes your own posse can become bossy
Once the harmful gains dilute the strength of your street
Tear it down, remove those crowns, ask why it's so renowned,
These princes got no gowns
Since they respect take downs, let's shake these harmful clowns
Until their gowns shake out their mounds of stolen pounds
Ignite the feelings that confine you, inhibitions
Burn bright that seething fright around you, new ignition.
Despite the fleeting trends abound to, trick your senses
Excite that raw internal value, new cognition.
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15. |
Off-Hours Laundromat
02:46
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Strictly monetary (coin in the slot)
Complexity is scary (live how you’re taught)
That’s your obituary (die alone in a cart)
It’s just a fair game (fixed from the start)
How’s it all workin’ out (tilted head at a wreck)
Promised a white picket fence (and now you’re hitting the deck)
They kept on tellin’ me (everything is nicely planned)
Just trust the mainstream operation (buy a family van)
Must mime these actions out (a finely-tuned performance)
Mass-producing losing ruins (cuz they like the right hits)
You’ll need to point out all the bullies, to me
Let’s wash that smile off their face, for free
Take back some pride and wasted space, for you, for me,
Have had enough of vapid traits, it needs to cease
Take down their system with a quake, the people free
Let’s give their soul another wash, machine, so clean
Empire buried in the sea, you’ll see, agree
Their fake ass power never meant a thing, to me.
These old rules, destroy you
March in tune, join the crew
Status quo, gets you stuck
Switched out with, replicas
These old rules, destroy you
March in tune, join the crew
Status quo, gets you stuck
Switched out with, replicas.
Been doing it wrong, tumble dryer on
Turn it up to ten, plutocratic swan song
Fuck their good graces, feeble empty spaces
Wishy-washy phrases to entrance the lifeless crazes
Had it up to here, yelling in my ear
Constant heart-manipulators pumpin’ out their fear
Sells like sex, Oedipus Rex, trapped into a cycle, a consumer subject
These old rules, destroy you
March in tune, join the crew
Status quo, gets you stuck
Switched out with, replicas
These old rules, destroy you
March in tune, join the crew
Status quo, gets you stuck
Switched out with, replicas
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16. |
Conform to Perform
03:57
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What you think about this
What you think about that
Has the scene been grounded?
Is it real established?
What you think about this
What you think about that
Benchmarked to a soundtrack
Validate on your graph
360 in every way all day
Herded into a masqueraded play
Can’t get a wink not without the hype of the day
Well funded cheats never hearing a word that we say
All got a fix for the world we’re living today
Can’t even replace the hate out their own damn face
Hard work and talent, just put in the hours, great.
Hard work and silent, just heel to masters, slave.
Not even words for the waste in all this space
Confirm what’s wrong just to nod & keep the pace
Faux rebels screaming in their custom designer shirts
A druid swarm leaking cash for their blank adverts
I’d rather die with original eyes near the flies
These fucking maps that they’ve drawn for us are all lies
Reprise the greatest hits, that’s it
All here in life that was meant for us, is missed.
Can keep that life hack fun of the day to yourself
It’s time to put the system’s toys right back away on the shelf
It all protects itself this whole machine they’ve built
And just to rationalize to wash away the guilt.
Fuck you. I’m talking to you, but me too
This old slew, of counterproductive voodoo
A whole school of sociopathic crews
A world built for strongest infractions to rule
All Ponzi schemes
Built to extort you
Stunt all your dreams
Enthralled to a false truth
Thrown away without a say every day
Escorted to a masqueraded decay
Can’t get a wink not without some tripe in the way
They live to cheat while ignoring the value we lay.
The fix is in for the world we live in today,
Ideas of peace is a subjugated display
Rise up a ladder just to slide to your own grave
Normalized & neatly trimmed, enslaved.
Fuck you. I’m talking to you, but me too.
This old slew, of counterproductive voodoo.
A whole school of sociopathic crews
A world built for the strongest infractions to rule.
Fuck you. I’m talking to you, but me too
This old slew, of counterproductive voodoo
A whole school of sociopathic crew,
A world built for the strongest infractions to rule.
All Ponzi schemes
Built to extort you
Stunt all your dreams
Enthralled to a false truth
All Ponzi schemes
Built to extort you
Stunt all your dreams
Enthralled to a false truth
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