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Society's greed and gluttony
inundates the landscape
just like a rising tide of canine diarrhea.
Petrochemical enemas provoke
crude geysers gushing forth
from the earth's punctured sphincter.
Poo. Destroy.
Canine incontinence, government incompetence
Poo. Destroy.
You worship the fecal sludge
as it drives the world to destruction
to exalt the twin divinities
of extraction and consumption
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Slapchop
00:35
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That's a pretty cool party trick
That's not what it's for
Slapchop yr face
That's a pretty cool party trick
Yr face is gonna be sore
Slapchop yr face
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My mind is primed to unwind, my body's set to decay
I don't wanna wake up tomorrow, not gonna wake up today
I've lost the stars in my eyes,
I've lost the warmth between my thighs
I've turned into what I despise
now I'm blooming into my demise
First yr here but then yr gone,
and where the fuck do I belong?
Are you happy? Do you have enough?
Do people like you? Do people know you?
Cobwebs gather in my head,
I fantasize about being dead.
Buy more stuff
Why do I exist?
I wanted to be more than just a nihilist
We're all gonna die
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One Dimensional Woman
03:25
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Fines and prisons, badges and guns,
All their tools of coercion.
Monopoly on violence,
specters that stalk the silence.
Their justice gags and binds us,
money corrupts and divides us.
Don't need prisons, don't need police,
disband the penal machinery.
No justice, no peace,
fuck the police.
Don't want to submit to their authority,
but they threaten me with their weaponry.
No more dehumanization,
no more criminalization.
No justice, no peace,
fuck the police.
Don't need prisons, don't need police,
disband the penal machinery.
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The Groundless Ground
03:29
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They think they own you -
they won't take me.
Try to control you -
they won't change me.
Insert you into the system,
cowering into submission.
I refuse to be complicit,
I protect my autonomy.
They won't take me,
I'm so much more than just a worker bee.
Join the hivemind,
they're coming for you.
Join the hivemind,
what else can you do?
Join the hivemind,
and consign the rest of yr time to inauthenticity.
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WHERE IS MY FUTURE?
WHERE IS MY YEAR 2000?
WHERE IS MY FLYING CAR?
WHERE IS MY DINNER IN PILL FORM?
WE WANT TO OWN WHAT WE CREATE
WITH NO GOD, AND NO CHURCH, AND NO MASTER, AND NO STATE
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