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Killing Capitalists
05:15
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They rape the Earth and fill our hearts with hate and fear.
They guide our dreams and buy our trust and take us from the fucking rear.
They starve and degrade us and watch our factions war.
They set us at each other and syphon off more and more.
Death to the demagogue!
We’ll see his temples burn!
We keep killing capitalists
‘cuz it’s our turn!
[ We will never let them get away
with selling us out. ]
They keep us connected every second of our lives.
Data, drugs, and deviance dull us and keep us in line.
We may not have their money, power, or influence,
but at least when tomorrow comes, the have-nots will still have our fucking heads.
Death to the demagogue!
We’ll see his temples burn!
We keep killing capitalists
‘cuz it’s our turn!
[ We will never let them get away
with selling us out,
and no amount of money in the world
could save them now. ]
Everything that we were sold
was a lie.
They line their pockets and lick their lips,
and watch us die.
Their number has come!
Time to pay up!
Everything we’ve ever done
has led to this.
We’ve only got a single shot,
and we can’t miss.
Death to the demagogue!
We’ll see his temples burn!
We keep killing capitalists
‘cuz it’s our turn!
Death to the demagogue!
We’ll see the fucker burn!
We keep killing capitalists
‘cuz it’s what they deserve!
They will never
stop us all!
We press on—
standing tall!
They will never
stop us all!
We will live
to see them fall!
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They got us by the balls,
but they ain’t got a chance.
None of them would ever think
to spare us just a glance.
They sit alone and count the nuyen
culled from all their lies,
clueless to the total shitstorm
brewing right outside.
They buy and sell the world
and gift us with the scraps,
though, they reserve the rights to those
should the impulse lapse.
They live in perfect bubbles
built on animus and greed,
but we have come to show them all
that billionaires still bleed.
Billionaires still bleed.
It’s
pandemonium
in Seattle!
Lock and load!
Total
pandemonium
in Seattle!
Let’s rock and roll!
Ivory towers and guarded gates
won’t keep those fuckers safe.
They ain’t got a shot in hell
at keeping us at bay.
They pump us full of opiates
to keep us all in line.
They work hard to pull the wool
over our bloodshot eyes.
They built the system, rigged the game,
then changed the fucking rules,
and so we pound the streets just to unlearn
the shit they taught in school.
They own the state. They own the news.
They own the fucking sky.
They own goddamned everything,
but they don’t own our lives.
It’s
pandemonium
in Seattle!
Lock and load!
Total
pandemonium
in Seattle!
Let’s fucking rock and roll!
They topple governments
and burn all that they please,
but mark my words, the morning light
will greet them on their knees.
We’re coming back for what we’re owed,
and they won’t get a pass.
We will take our recompense
straight from their doughy ass.
It’s
pandemonium
in Seattle!
Lock and load!
Total
pandemonium
in Seattle!
Let’s rock and roll!
It’s
pandemonium
in Seattle!
Lock and load!
Total
pandemonium
in Seattle!
Take control!
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3. |
Murder Your Masters
11:11
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I’ve been kicked
and beaten to the ground.
I won’t let the fuckin’
system keep me down.
I ain’t got no
way out of this hole
‘cuz I got no
dominion over my soul.
Kill what controls you and you will be free.
I’ve been hooked
and hopeless to maintain.
I’ve been bound
by neuro-transmitted chains.
Chems and sex and tech
and all their other tools of oppression,
all designed for you
just to numb the pain of your submission.
Kill what controls you and you will be free.
Flatline the fuckers and rise from your knees.
Here I am with all the answers!
Yeah, I know how to cure the cancer!
Stand up tall against the bastards!
Take control and murder your masters!
We’re fuckin’ cookin’ now!
Up is out and in is down!
Got deepweed in my brain—
zen and bliss to fuzz the pain!
Pupils like yawning mouths,
busted apertures, colors spilling out!
Trip-hammer heartbeat,
and we ain’t even reached the peak!
Glowing through the haze…
Glowing through the haze,
neon green and poison black…
Smoked and set ablaze,
further out and way off track…
Glowing through the haze,
neon green and poison black…
Smoked and set ablaze,
further out and way off track…
Glowing through the haze,
neon green and poison black…
Burned and pushed away,
too far gone—no coming back…
We keep repeating
the same old same mistakes—
broken and begging for
what crumbs they choose to waste.
[ virus // toxin // matrix ]
( Blood pollution… )
We take our miseries
slammed into our veins.
Toxic wageslavery—
conformity in chains.
We keep repeating
the same fucking mistakes.
We grab our ankles
and give them more to take.
[ carved out // shut in // held down ]
( Blood pollution… )
[ construct // erased // ego ]
( Self dissolution… )
Here I am with all the answers!
I know how to cure the cancer!
Walk real tall amongst the bastards!
Seize control all bloody and battered!
Yeah, I got us all the answers!
We’re the cure and they’re the cancer!
The day is comin’ ever faster!
Make your stand and murder your masters!
Murder your masters!
Murder ‘em!
Murder your masters!
WHOA!
Puttin’ paid to the plans of the pawns
pushin’ poison baby…
Cuttin’ out like killers killin’ time
goin’ fuckin’ crazy…
Pullin’ paydata off of pirates
punkin’ packets, baby…
Runnin’ hard in the shadows
takin’ flechette shots at the world that made me…
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