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Kids are at the door and they're letting blood.
Hands around my throat, in subversive disdain
Cut off the goodness not covered with mud.
You infect disease now go rot in shame.
Circumcised by hate, nows your time to be free
Circumcised by hate, nows your time to be free
Open your eyes let the feeding begin
Watch as they pull bone from exfoliated skin
Feel the knife, suffer the pain
They all get stoked but see what they gain
We will never bend the knee
With a mouth full of razors
We will always be free
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Faygo Nation
00:26
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Fucking magnets
How they work
Stupid questions from white trash scum
Mental regression under the family thumb
Faygo nation
Pointless people
This world of fools is bringing me down.
So bury the axe and don't be a clown.
You're better than that, well maybe you're not.
Go donate your organs, its all that you've got
Go buy axes
Chop their heads off
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Cosby Sweater
01:20
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All your ideals they don't mean shit
They're all played out and Im sick of it.
You think you have a point to be fucking proven.
You're all washed up now you're fucking losin.
Fighting because you need a cause
You're all the same, whats the point of it all
Drowning in self righteousness and ignorance.
You're only moving backwards, whats the point of it.
All your ideals they don't mean shit
They're all played out and Im sick of it.
You think you have a point to be fucking proven.
You're all washed up now you're fucking losin.
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D.T.A.B.
00:21
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I'm disgusted by your presence.
Held up by others you leave us all to dry.
Helping no one but yourself.
Only one in your eye.
Fucking just let me be.
I'll keep my head down low.
Just don't fucking bother me.
I have nowhere else to go.
I'm disgusted by your presence.
Held up by others you leave us all to dry.
Helping no one but yourself.
Only one in your eye.
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With all this poison racing through my brain.
Must find the source, and crush the pain.
My eyes are open, got my feet to the ground.
They speak in whispers, their feet make no sounds.
Consumed in darkness, theres nothing for me.
Just this cold world, nothing but disdain.
American dream, bigger than realty.
Central nervous system, built upon hypocrisy.
Excess is king.
Fill the void.
Abused consumers.
Be unemployed.
My eyes are open.
Excess is king.
Fill the void.
Abused consumers.
Be unemployed.
My eyes are open.
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Butthole Stigmata
00:40
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I don't want to be saved no matter what your beliefs.
Its all a big ruse preying on the week.
All your gods they will let you down.
Nothing waiting but cold dead ground.
Grasping at something that does not exist.
Desperate for more, you can't find meaning.
This life of suffering with nothing to gain.
Born in plague, scared to be forgotten.
Keep playing pretend.
We're all dead in the end.
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Night of the Living Mite
01:08
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Flesh ripping.
Scratching bleeding.
Crawling inside.
Purge my body of this disease.
Flesh ripping, scratching bleeding, crawling inside
Purge my body
Purge my body of this disease
Someone help me
Someone help me
Someone help me, someone help me.
Feast upon me, feast upon me, feast upon me, feast upon me.
Someone help me, someone help me.
Feast upon me, feast upon me, feast upon me, feast upon me.
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Crumbling under your insecurity.
You're fading away losing your grip.
Escaping to, nothing at all.
A false sense of wellbeing.
Strung out and leaving it all behind.
Only looking for the easy way out.
but you're lost with nothing at all.
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