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I can't $tøp the bømb$, falling frøm the $ky, but I can try, tø change my life...
I'm afraid øf everything I $EE, I'd rather $tay in$ide øf my høu$e tøday,
with my guitar and videø game$, and believe in an American Dream.
Høw cøuld $hit like thi$ happen? it'$ beyønd my cøntrøl,
Føurteen year$ øf viølence $ince I wa$ $even year$ øld,
didn't try tø make a difference tø derange cømmøn ideal$, I cøulda died in my ignørance!
I've been grø$$ed øut by everything I EAT, becau$e I knøw it i$ nøt natural.
I knøw it can be hard tø $leep, when yøu rely øn thø$e melatønin cap$ule$.
I dream øf a greener future, but can't think pa$t what I inhale,
everyday a new crutch før u$ tø pa$$ the time.
We're fighting the wrøng battle$ and di$tracted by what we're $øld and mi$lead tø believe everything i$ fine.
I can't $tøp the bømb$, falling frøm the $ky, but I can try, tø change my life...
I'm terrified øf what I might HEAR, øn the radiø wave$, and the telivi$iøn $et$, thi$ wørld cøuld end før u$ in March or April, it wøuldn't make any difference. I can't $tøp the bømb$, frøm falling frøm the $ky, but I can try, tø øpen up yøur eye$...
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I døn't knøw where tø gø, I løcked my$elf øutta the høu$e again!
I lø$t my key$, that much is u$ual, likely før me tø play the $ame føur chørd$!
Every $øng i$ the $ame før yøu tø decipher thøught$ frøm my nøn-exi$tant brain!
I can't explain why I møved away, with friend$ leaving tøwn there are le$$ place$ tø $tay!
I døn't knøw what i$ wrøng with me, ør why I hurt everybødy that I meet...
I $tøød there and watched them beat yøu up, yøu $aved my life and I didn't de$erve it! Every $ingle heart that I $tøle, ended up brøke and I knøw nø øne de$erve$ it!
I called yøu øut øn flaw$ yøu cøuldn't help, and yøu really did nøt de$erve it!
I am $ø glad $ømeøne finally kicked my a$$, becau$e it wa$ exactly what I de$erved!!!
I døn't knøw what i$ wrøng with me, ør why I hurt everybødy that I meet...
I'm $ørry friend$, I'm $ørry family, I'm $ørry my enemie$. I døn't expect yøu tø $ay that it'$ øk, becau$e it's NøT AND IT NEVER WILL BE!!!!
A$ far a$ I'm cøncerned it never will be!
There i$ nø changing the pa$t...
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Wøuldn't yøu like tø knøw why the wørld i$ $ø pi$$ed øff, at thi$ empire øver $ea$? $høck and awe, extrajudicial executiøn$, I didn't vøte før thi$, what is Demøcracy?
I døn't think yøu'd want yøur kid$ tø die yøung and suffer frøm PT$D, $ø why the fuck are we in thi$ tø begin with, did we re$earch farther than what we've seen øn T.V.?
Welcøme tø the end øf the day, at lea$t we made it, nøt in a føreign grave, if yøu think it'$ wrøng, døn't $tand arøund, we've døne it beføre we can thrøw it døwn.
It'$ never the an$wer, unle$$ it'$ civil, war i$ never the an$wer, let'$ all get civil.
A løtta chaø$ gøin øn in the wørld tøday, møst American$ døn't care we'd rather $it and pay, møst øf øur viewing pleasure tø a T.V. set, a$ if CNN gave a $hit abøut u$, thi$ aint new$ thi$ i$ media, they'd rather pøint a finger at suppø$ed terrøri$t$, when the real enemy i$ that Wulf in $heeps cløthing, we døn't need the $hitty lie$, whø need$ øne sided øpiniøn$ anyway.
When will the$e warcrime$ in the $ky ever drøp tø zerø? øne third øf a milliøn døllar$ $pent tø kill. Let'$ $tøp being drøne$ abøut thi$ internatiønal cøncerning i$$ue, the$e imperialistic invasiøns have destrøyed the future relatiøn$ øf thi$ $ide øf the wørld.
Welcøme tø the end øf the day, at lea$t we made it, nøt in a føreign grave, if yøu think it'$ wrøng, døn't $tand arøund, we've døne it beføre we can thrøw it døwn.
It'$ never the an$wer! Unle$$ it'$ civil! War i$ never the an$wer! Let'$ all get civil!
Høw can yøu $ay that they care when they've lied tø yøur face?
Høw can yøu $ay that they care when the've pøisøned yøur føød?
Høw can yøu $ay that they care when they $end yøu tø war?
Høw can yøu $ay that they care?!
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Brainwa$hed teen$ turn øff yøur T.V.s unle$$ yøu knøw what it i$ yøur viewing, cørruptiøn i$ in$ighted behind Jer$ey Whøri$h bull$hit, øb$curing entertainment with nøn$en$ical life fulfillment'$ tø plea$e the marauding puppeteer$, mø$t døn't find thi$ at all cøncerning di$regarding the nønethical treatment øf lyric$ the$e day$.
It'$ really $ad før me tø think that, there i$ an indu$try før brain cleaning, the møre yøu gø øn ignøring the prøblem, the lønger it'll take yøur nervøus $y$tem tø heal.
I døn't wanna gø! I døn't wanna knøw, I dønt wanna care! I døn't wanna gø! I døn't wanna knøw, I dønt wanna care!
We all we're de$tined tø dø great thing$ that $eemed tø difficult før us tø under$tand, sø in$tead we $it arøund ignøring reality while there are prøblem$ $till at hand, finger$ acting mechanical, focu$ing øn clear channel, and whatever el$e i$ øn demand, høw dø we expect tø believe in freedøm when we are such øbviøus $lave$ tø the brøad band!
I døn't wanna gø! I døn't wanna knøw, I dønt wanna care! I døn't wanna gø! I døn't wanna knøw, I dønt wanna care! Thi$ whøle cøunty i$ falling apart fa$ter than yøu can say direct T.V. alway$ $etting bad example$ Gød ble$$ my pla$ma $creen!
I døn't wanna gø! I døn't wanna knøw, I dønt wanna care! I døn't wanna gø! I døn't wanna knøw, I dønt wanna care! Thi$ whøle wørld i$ falling apart fa$ter than yøu can say direct T.V. alway$ $etting bad example$ Gød ble$$ my technøløgy!
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Remember when mu$ik made $en$e, beføre the N$A? Back when radiø u$ed tø $uck but nøt a$ bad a$ it $uck$ in twø thøu$and føurteen. I think thi$ place need$ a change apart frøm thi$ media art øf $ex, drug$, and møney. The ønly thing we have left før us nøw i$ the undergrøund, and li$tening tø whatever i$ free!
Everyøne i$ feeling alright, party til the day turn$ night, give up øn yøur human right$, and, whatever yøu dø døn't que$tiøn yøur liberty.
I've been hearing øf FEMA camp$, teleprømpter pre$ident$, and an apprøaching Wørld War Three, but all peøple really care abøut, ør $eem tø talk abøut are $elena and Ju$tin B. Whatever happened tø $peaking øut again$t tyranny and all authørity? The ønly rea$øn why the movement i$ dead i$ cuz cømpartmentalizatiøn made u$ all cøntent!
Everyøne i$ feeling alright, party til the day turn$ night, give up øn yøur human right$, and, whatever yøu dø døn't que$tiøn yøur liberty.
Where i$ yøur mind? Where i$ yøur $hame? Where i$ the møde$ty we thøught we cøuld believe in beføre yøu threw u$ away! Where i$ yøur mind? Where i$ yøur shame? Where i$ the møde$ty we thøught we cøuld believe in beføre yøu threw u$ away! When will it ever støp? Nø øne a$ked før thi$ kind øf tøtalitarian change! The Wørld we ønce knew inspite øf it's inhabitant$ i$ abøut tø change.
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What will yøu dø when they pøint their gun$ in yøur face, will yøu face them ør face the mu$ik, did yøu think that everything wøuld be øk? We'll ju$t wait and see. I døn't deny the re$i$tance to deny anything relating tø a twø $ystem party, $ø let'$ put an end tø the Natiønal Defen$e Authørizatiøn Act!
When change finally cøme$, and they take me away, remember whø we ønce were. We had every right tø fight Kennith Røth wøuld tell yøu that but fuck that guy, let'$ practice øur fir$t right!
Remember back in the day a fir$t term pre$ident was øut tø ethnic clean$e the Middle Ea$t well, nøt much ha$ changed $ince way back when, except før the sløgan. Fuck Barrack øbama fucka Geørge Bu$h, and førget every thøught that their crime$ cøuld be ju$tified, Guantanamø Bay and public hanging$, $høuld be meant før $uch criminal$!
If we $ang øf The Bill øf Right$, In$tead øf pølicing the cømplete øppø$ite, that cøuld mean peace før everyøne and thi$ Earth cøuld be beautiful! They'll prøclaim their Chri$tianity while they full heartedly suppørt the Ziøni$t regime! $earch and de$trøy, divide and cønquer, Hømeland $ecurity the American $laughter!
When change finally cøme$ and they take u$ all away, remember whø we føught før! We had every right tø dø the thing$ that we had døne tø $ave øur live$, and prøtect øur right$, that the NDAA want'$ tø take away...
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Hollow Symbols - Dying
03:51
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I'm dying. Devices decompose inside me,
Corroded by what I consume.
I'm aching. My bones and spirit both are breaking.
Euthanize me, I have lost my youth.
I'm worn down, a reflection of this battered world around
Me, please don't let it end.
I must learn to reverse the signs of aging and return
Again to innocence.
I'm wandering in a daze through my last days questioning
When and who or what led me amiss.
I'm fighting, 'cuz if I must leave, I'll leave you something
Insisting that I existed.
I know this clock ticks down the same
For everyone,
But I won't let myself waste away,
My song unsung.
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Your innocence is insignificant here in the 50 United police States
Where they patrol the streets for profit.
Probable cause probably don't got it,
Not like they need it anyway.
It's totalitarian, the capitalization on the criminalization of our private lives.
What the fuck is a victimless crime?
Hey! How can you feel safe when you put your streets
In the hands of sadists?
Hey! How can you feel safe when you put your streets
In the hands of theives?
When you give a pig a gun he'll pretend that he's a man
And develop a God-complex.
So I say do unto cops what cops have done to others,
Let's keep the dogs in check.
Just stop the Gestapo tactics. Quit compensating for your small dicks.
Is that a gun in your pocket or are you just happy to see me
You fucking faggot?
(Throw'd the Unstable): You ain't got a trustworthy face,
Walk into a building, stir up the whole mothafuckin' place.
And you ain't intimidating, you're more pussy than two mothafuckin' Homo women dating
More guilty than the stupid slut when she inseminated
More bloody than the fuckin baby when eliminated.
There's nothin' we can really do to try and save it,
They was meant to be a cop, that's a life well wasted.
The boys in blue will poison you imprison you, ignore the truth.
T'm tellin' you, the broken judicial system ain't for the youth.
The mothafuckas in the jury are the same mothafuckas on the next day up in church in a confession booth.
Lord forgive me for putting that boy in jail.
I sort of meant it but can you keep me out of hell?
What a fuckin' joke and shit, you the reason people kill.
I'll mothafuckin choke a bitch before you put me in a cell.
You can not fuckin' touch me.
You should not fuckiin' touch me.
Hey! How can you feel safe when you put your streets
In the hands of pigs?
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Be straight with me. If you love me then please
Just stay here with me. If you love me then please...
So many lies all in one lifetime, but you stay honest.
I grow uglier as years go by, but never you dear.
The world has worn away my smile but please don't take offense,
'Cuz I know there is always one thing that can bring it back again.
So many lies broadcasting all the time, but you stay honest.
The world grows uglier as years go by, but never you dear.
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A thousand hands reach out to me in my time of need, but I can't see
Who stands behind them, the shadows blinding
As a thousand goblins gather to guide me.
A thousand vampire voices offer a thousand loaded choices.
My mind runs wild. Focus, focus.
I can't think right with all of these noises.
I will save myself. Please make your fucking
Profit somewhere else. Please take your fucking
Cross out of my face. I'd rather starve than eat the
Shit off of your plate.
A thousand paths branch out like fingers.
My body follows, my spirit lingers.
But what exists when fingers clench themselves into a fist?
A thousand punches pleasantly gifted by a thousand ghostly soldiers,
A thousand hosts controlled by parasites,
Too weak to deny their orders.
Fuck your greedy hands.
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My eyes are melting from my fucking face
As I read the words written across the page.
The news is written in poison ink,
Slowly infecting my will to think and learn.
The man on t.v. speaks with a forked tongue.
He's dressed in red, but he's not the only one.
That silver tongue slips between serpents' lips.
He whispers softly as his views eclipse the truth.
My ears they ring with hypnopaedic hums.
What the brain is fed is what the brain becomes.
That's why I'm starving myself to death,
'Cuz they're making monsters out of everybody they can.
My head is spinning. I feel so lost
In a world that thrives on betraying trust.
Face the face of the truth that nobody is telling you.
Here's what you do, at the top of your lungs scream
Motherfuckers we're on to you.
Motherfuckers we're on to you now.
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Hollow Symbols - Rats!
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Wake up!
Rats are racing round and round to reach the cheese that no one sees.
Happy? Hardly. But they're not starving.
Better off than beggars out on the street.
Pittering, pattering, tiny feet scattering.
A piercing voice in their ears keeps chattering
While painful electric pulses pave the chosen path beneath.
"Keep spinning the wheel, faster faster!"
Feed the machine that feeds your family
Poorly processed poison products,
Unabashedly branded to bring in more bucks.
They're extorting these creatures coming of age inside of a cage,
And entertained by their containment are the same sadists who made it.
We are all animals but we are not fucking rodents.
We are all animals but they can't control us.
No I don't really know where they're leading us,
But they tell me it's better that way.
No I don't really know where they're leading us,
But I don't really think that it's safe.
Back to the lab to analyze their little minds and test the effects
Of the next best chemical to induce dependance.
Progress requires no repentance.
Replacements readily relinquish themselves for compensation.
Some perish in the process, but in their passing we'll find salvation.
We're gnawing and clawing. Oh please hear this calling.
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