1. |
Harsh Reality
02:10
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Bound to a fate you didn’t decide
A waking nightmare where you reside
Skin worn thin, blistered by time.
A Harsh reality. Toe the line.
Consensus reality
You toe the fucking line
Crushed in the palm of the invisible hand.
The cursor dictates, it’s part of the plan
Sisyphean circle, an endless race
Tethered and bound you’re tied in place
Conditioned to consume
A technicolor tomb.
Paid admission, locked in.
A losing battle, you won’t win
Same thing, day in-day out
Under the thumb and under the gun
Damned if you do, dead if you don’t
A waking hell ceases to release
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2. |
Hand to Mouth
01:54
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The owners think they own us too
Look around- they fucking do
Hand to mouth- it’s by design
How am I meant to work to death if I'm not alive?
No time to raise children
Rent's too high
No food on the table
You used up your sick time
Millions hate their lives
Wages flat while profits rise
Unions crushed by bullshit law
Unless they’re for police who sure seem to love them
The owners think they own us too
Look around- they fucking do
Hand to mouth- it’s by design
Can’t organize
No time to raise children
Rent's too high
No food on the table
You used up your sick time
Steal from your job
Labor to survive
How am I meant to work to death
If I am not alive?
I’m not alive
I’ve sold my body to you
A tragedy
This salary
Has pulled me into
This 60 hour hell scape
This unparalleled theft
They’ll split the cost of life saving medicine
Just to watch you fall apart
You ache and break but stay wake
And lock the front door
Then turn around and burn it down
And hold them accountable
They’ll still enjoy the insurance payout
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3. |
How to Get Ahead
01:34
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They have all the money
Enough to save us all
Global pandemic, ordered to the front line
Tell the workers they should their sick time
If I catch you at a Whole Foods
You better rob them blind
Hunt them down
Rob them blind
Rise above
The poverty line
Class traitor
Exploiting labor
But you got your dairy free nut cheese
Hang your comrades out to be
Overcome by poverty and disease
Hunt them down
Rob them blind
Rise above
The poverty line
Raise the guillotine high
With the blade's snap
We close the wealth gap
Bring me the head of Jeff Bezos
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4. |
White Leech
01:35
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Liar liar
Gentrifier
Tired of your peace corps pics
Colonizer
Uninspired
Found your call in politics
Bushwick baby
Call me crazy
Insincere and turbulent
Double major
You’re no savior
Read your theory, rack up debt
Go to college
Get your paper
Soon you’ll be a feckless dad
With a mortgage
And a pension
You don’t fool me
You fucking leech
Liar liar
You’re retired
Went to grad school changed your tune
Made your money
Built your altar
But the water’s rising soon
You’re not as smart as you think you are
Why can't you just SHUT UP?
Yeah I’m talking to you, don’t condescend me take your gaslighting and shut the door
Don’t talk to me again, don’t ever look my way in fact I’m taking it a step further
If you don’t get out of my face I’m gonna make you cry
Do you think that I’m impressed by your pseudo intellectual hot takes?
I don’t idolize white male mediocrity
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The case for abolition has never been stronger.
Our communities are tired,
We won’t take it any longer.
If one bad apple spoils the bunch
What’s the excuse?
Put down the badge and gun
No justice
No peace
No sympathy
For the police
They’re killing kids
With impunity
“Hands up, don’t shoot”
A formality
Armed to the teeth and they will obey
The raised hand of supremacy
No justice
No peace
No sympathy
For the police
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6. |
Flaming Sword
01:08
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Quarterly forecast
Projects destruction
Lining their coffins
Pillows of profits
A gilded sarcophagus
With diamond eyes
Their greatest scheme yet
A sure fire bet
Sell us our deaths
Deliver it prime
A fire erupts
And fills the sky
With dust or death from above
Then come the floods
Rivers of blood
Sell us our deaths
Deliver it prime
A fire erupts
And fills the sky
Then come the floods
Rivers of blood
Then come the floods
In a rising sea
Air that we can’t breath
Death is a pale man thriving
As the sky is falling
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7. |
Preformative Justince
00:25
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Put these words into action
No Point to fake the funk
Stale rhetoric
For the spotlight
An empty gesture
From a world class clown
Words carry weight
Weight creates change
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8. |
Sunken Place
02:03
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Eyes forced open
A black room envelops
Limbs frozen
A conscious curse.
Hell is a sunken place.
In awe of its power
A subtle spasm,
flirts with desire
Exponential terror
Takes pleasure in fear.
Seconds are hours.
Unmatched in a lifetime.
All of a sudden
you never (really) were
but somehow you’re still here.
All of a sudden
you never (really) were
somehow you’re still here
hanging on with stolen breath
Your life reduced to a moment
Your life reduced to a moment
Hell is a sunken place
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9. |
Ode to Aphrodite
05:32
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I feel so close to you
I often wonder if these relationships border on obsession
Is it all right
that I stay here every night?
Maybe I’m too eager
To sleep here with you
My cheeks ignite when you’re changing your clothes
Our bodies are mirrors
You undulate like me
I’m trying to scream
Wrap yourself Into me
Put your hands on me
I’m embarrassed
Each syllable of her name
Begets shame
And fills me with with vile thoughts
Let me feel the softness you bring
Let me explore the ways
I can make lightning across your skin
My secrets are your secrets
Unhealthy and intense
That's how girls are
No mercy from heaven
My pent up aggression
And unfathomable cowardice
Let us devour us
Let me burn in hell
Profane and vulgar
No concern for composure
Watch me spit fire
With repressed desire
Let me burn in hell
Throned in flowers
O terrible enchantress
Release me
Smile with immortal lids
Put your hands on me
In spite of the father
In spite of the son
In spite of the envious men
And the involuntary chastity
Put your hands on me
Should I go home now?
Am I making you uncomfortable?
Can you stand to look at me?
Why am I so overwhelmed with fear?
At the thought of touching you
As if this mirror will distort and bend
As if I’ll draw a blank
Or forget the ways that I find pleasure in pleasurable things
Is it worth declaring
if she’s not mine?
If this exists only tonight?
Do worlds fall apart?
Do I break my mothers heart?
Am I a heathen?
Do you think god still loves me?
Will I go to the kingdom?
Do you think god still loves me?
Why do I get so hung up on this learned structure of morality that I never agreed to anyway?
Is this all valid?
Do you take my seriously?
Do you see me like I see me?
Does anybody care about identity?
And it’s intricacies?
Or am I just screaming into nothing?
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Stress Positions Chicago, Illinois
Chicago Hardcore Punk
No sympathy for police
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