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My bones are stairs, crippling inside my soul
With pipes for veins that leak my blood throughout my eyes and skull
Rent out our ribs, just to pay another due
Packed like sardines in the 5th floor of a living room
What am I paying for?
What am I paying for?
I sleep with bedbugs and cockroaches on the fucking floor
What am I paying for?
What am I paying for?
Sell our vital organs just to live in 1984
My body's not a temple
Its an overpriced studio apartment
My carcass smells of rotting flesh in plastered walls
You can hear the neighbors fucking down the spineless halls
Rent out our ribs, just to pay another due
Packed like sardines in the 5th floor of a living room
What am I paying for?
What am I paying for?
I sleep with bedbugs and cockroaches on the fucking floor
What am I paying for?
What am I paying for?
Sell our vital organs just to live in 1984
My body's not a temple
It's an overpriced studio apartment
It's an overpriced studio apartment
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2. |
Eat. Prey. Dispose.
01:45
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He thought I was dead
So he buried me whole
And prayed for forgiveness
But little did he know
That the only one who's dead, is god
No heaven, no hell, no church fucking bells
God is fucking dead if you can't even fucking tell
Threw me in a trash bag, hid me underneath the bed
But little did he know, I was never fucking dead
Eat, prey, dispose, eat, prey, dispose
Eat, prey, dispose, eat, prey, dispose x4
No heaven, no hell, no church fucking bells
God is fucking dead if you can't even fucking tell
Threw me in a trash bag, hid me underneath the bed
But little did he know, I was never fucking dead
Eat, prey, dispose, eat, prey, dispose
Eat, prey, dispose, eat, prey, dispose x4
He thought I was dead
Eat, prey, dispose
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3. |
Medpipe Man
02:47
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Mr. Medpipe Man
Wants to feel something too
We can't have it all
I think you need change too
What the fuck are you profiling?
Who the hell are you?
Walk the streets, minding our own
Tripping our way through
Burn the fucking pharmacies
Tear them to the ground
Profiting off medpipe man
Dosing the whole town
This is what you call your meds
yet judging drugs that aren't from the feds
Break your bones and take your pills
The pharmacies give drugs to kill
Burn the fucking pharmacies
Tear them to the ground
Mr. Medpipe Man
Wants to feel something too
Can he have your morphine?
I think you need change too
This is what you call your meds
yet judging drugs that aren't from the feds
Mr. Medpipe Man
Wants to feel something too
We can't have it all
I think you need change too
Medpipe man knows the way
To take his drugs and never pay
Burn the fucking pharmacies, tear them to the ground
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4. |
Squirrel
02:55
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What's the point these days?
Looking for work because work has become as replaceable
as they made us
Clocking out everytime I clock in
As miserable people
Drain my soul
I think today
I'm gonna
QUIT
What's the point these days?
I think I'm gonna quit
Rather have no job
Then put up with this shit
Money's all the same to me
Full of dirt and grime
Never trade my shiny pennies for a filthy dime
QUIT
QUIT
What's the point these days?
I think I'm gonna quit
I'd choose zero income
Than deal with all this shit
Money's all the same to me
Pennies nickels dime
Never trade my shiny pennies for a filthy dime
Living on a wage
Without 401k
Expects me to be there on time
But not on time to pay
Money's all the same to me
Full of dirt and grime
Never trade my shiny pennies for a filthy fucking dime
QUIT
Whats the point these days
I think,
I'm gonna,
QUIT
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5. |
A Spectre is Haunting
03:49
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Bodies consumed by machines of capital
Labor lamented in a hellish spectacle
Soaked in bloody soil, that drains from our pores
Workers rise like weeds from beneath the marble floors
All that is solid melts into air
All that is holy is made profane
A spectre is haunting, a new world is dawning
Roots grow in the rich pouring rain
A spectre is haunting, a new world is dawning
Roots grow in the rich pouring rain
In the depths the Kraken awakes
Typhon devours, hunger dictates
Crushed by the weight of privilege
Waste of wealth, stolen by pillage
Soaked in seas of oil, that weighs us to the floor
Bodies rise from under, replenishing the poor
All that is solid melts into air
All that is holy is made profane
A spectre is haunting, a new world is dawning
Roots grow in the rich pouring rain
A spectre is haunting, a new world is dawning
Roots grow in the rich pouring rain
These roots are made of blood an bone
From exploited souls that build the thrones
To fertilize a world in pain
Roots grow in the richest rain
The rich cling to shovels
Digging their own graves
A new world free of toil
Casting off our chains
Soaked in new found glory, finding something more
A new world is dawning, knocking on our doors
All that is solid melts into air
All that is holy is made profane
A spectre is haunting, a new world is dawning
Roots grow in the rich pouring rain
A spectre is haunting, a new world is dawning
Roots grow in the rich pouring rain
A spectre is haunting, a new world is dawning
Roots grow in the rich pouring rain
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6. |
3rd-Person Memory
02:33
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I can't remember the last time I felt energy
Nightmares take my dreams and turns them into cold sweat sleeps
My senses drowning in a pool full of memories
Back rooms take me to dimensions of uncertainty
Left turn right turn left turn right
Fall in sinkholes slip down slides
Think I will I think I might
Die inside my sleep tonight
Left turn right turn left turn right
Fall in sinkholes slip down slides
Think I will I think I might
Die inside my sleep tonight
I can't forget the first time dreams took over me
Nightmare fuel inside my 3rd person memory
Right turn left turn right left
Food for thought and puke what's left
When all is gone and all is dead
Swim and drown inside my head
Right turn left turn right left
Food for thought and puke what's left
What all is gone and all is dead
Swim and drown inside my head
I can't forget the first time dreams took over me
Nightmare fuel inside my third person memory
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