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Observer
03:26
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I'm an observer making sure
You do what you're told
From the moment you're sold
I'm watching you
I'm watching you
I'm a make sure all that I know
Is the seeds that you grow
Is the reap that you sow
I'm watching you
I'm watching you
I'm a deadlocked cadillac
Head full of cataracts
Mechanical groans
I'm watching you
I'm watching you
I'm a graveyard operator
Tending to the bones of your own
Personalized headstone
I'm watching you
I'm watching you
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Cuck
04:23
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Why should I have to expand my worldview beyond simple terms of black and white?
Why should I engage in civilized debate?
Why should I utilize compassion and understanding for the other?
Why do I have to press "English" at the ATM?
Why do I have to accept the existence of alternative sexualities and gender?
Why do I have to acknowledge different spiritual beliefs and customs than my own?
How come I have to show sympathy just because I have power and they don't?
It's not fair It's not fair It's not fair It's not fair
I CAN BE YOUR SOCIAL TEMPTRESS
YOU CAN BE MY CUCK
I CAN BE YOUR MENTAL DOMINANCE
YOU CAN BE MY CUCK
Why can't I used antiquated terminology to denigrate classifications of people that I personally find abhorrent?
Why does my usage of this language automatically label me as ignorant?
Why can't current and future generations just accept my worldview as the status quo?
Why must they persist in trying to change things for what they consider to be the better?
It's not the better. I didn't come up with it.
You have no respect. You need to learn respect.
It's all your fault. You didn't engage in soceity.
You decided not to be normal. You decided to be alien to my standards.
You decided not to be human. Your grievances don't count.
You have no right. You have no right. You have no right.
I CAN BE YOUR SOCIAL TEMPTRESS
YOU CAN BE MY CUCK
I CAN BE YOUR MENTAL DOMINANCE
YOU CAN BE MY CUCK
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My hand is copper.
My brow is lead.
Suffer me in a red patina,
swept along in a molten flow
to a sad eternity.
My stride interrupted
my thoughts untimed
my tears are become drops of silver
and shattered the crystalline fern.
I plead the wind to sweep us away.
My alabastrine limbs, useless and tired,
my carnelian heart, beatless and mired.
I pick the gilded apple from the iron tree
I wipe the rust from my brow
The earth rejects me, foul and changed,
the wind refuses me, unsightly and maimed.
My voice is corrupted, my tongue unwind,
my pulse is mercurial sickened, it slows.
Destiny and danger are still focused on the one,
the renegade who is both brethren and betrayer.
Beware the spider, for he weaves both labyrinth and lair.
My heart it ceases, my breath undrawn.
My eyes forever focused
on the sanguine metal dawn.
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Primeval
05:28
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#NRA4EVER
05:09
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THE GUN IS GOOD
Kill the children
Let them die
I want my AK
Let them die
Kill the children
Let them die
I want my AK
Let them die
LET
THEM
DIE
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Commodity
04:26
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You are a commodity
You are a commodity
You are a commodity
You are a commodity
Red viscera shall coarse of course
Red like the faces of your tormentor
Red the reason they carted you away
Red your bloodline is permanently stained
How can you ever hope to show your face
Your ancestry's been tainted a complete disgrace
When slander is the highest form of flattery
You are a target now you are a battery
You are a commodity
You are a commodity
You are a commodity
You are a commodity
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Genie let out of the bottle
It is now the witching hour
Genie let out of the bottle
It is now the witching hour
Murderers, you're murderers
We are not the same as you
Genie let out of the bottle
Funny how, funny how
When the walls bend, when the walls bend
With your breathing, with your breathing
When the walls bend, when the walls bend
With your breathing, with your breathing
With your breathing
They will suck you down to the other side
They will suck you down to the other side
They will suck you down to the other side
They will suck you down to the other side
To the shadows blue and red, shadows blue and red
Your alarm bells, your alarm bells
Shadows blue and red, shadows blue and red
Your alarm bells, your alarm
They should be ringing, they should be ringing
They should be ringing, they should be ringing
They should be ringing, they should be ringing
They should be ringing, they should be ringing
They should be ringing, they should be ringing
They should be ringing, they should be ringing
This is the gloaming
And the walls bend, and the walls bend
With your breathing, with your breathing
And the walls bend, and the walls bend
What is he doin' what is he doin'
This is the gloaming
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Irradiated passion
Love in the time of natural selection
Tensions lead to fallout, called out, right and wrong are words we've thrown out
We remember the halcyon days before the skies were faded
Before the rain always burned and the gods we prayed to moved on to start a better world
Much to our dismay
Life finds a way, if we can still call this life
The middle ground between sleep and death
The future is upon us, rabid and limitless
I must confess I don't know where we're going,
I don't know how this ends
If things don't fully fall apart though we can still just pretend
VISION
CREATION
VISION
NOW UNDONE
FROZEN
OVERRUN
NO ONE
HAS WON
Black out the sun
No Vision no creation just lies
Killing time while the world breaks down from denial
Crawling down a path with no turning back
Apocalypse now with an atomic flash
Overun, overdone and denied
Everything comes down, it's just a matter of time
Art of civilization long buried and gone
Doomed to repeat the same broken song
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
Not a bang but a whimper
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
Not a bang but a whimper
VISION
CREATION
VISION
FOR NO ONE
FROZEN
(This is the way the world ends)
OVERRUN
(This is the way the world ends)
SOMEONE
(This is the way the world ends)
BLACK OUT THE SUN
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Quiet Desolation
04:40
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I'm sick of reality it has me devastated
Had my fill of sanity free will is overrated
Independent thoughts can only lead me to frustration
Wrap your arms around me oh quiet desolation
Free me of identity and mold me to your whimsy
Erase every memory create a new version of me
Tell me what to be it would give me such elation
Living underneath your thumb in quiet desolation
I would spend my dying days facedown upon your floor
I would spend my waking moments your personal whore
If perchance you find the novelty is there no more
Just keep me in your living room, I'll make such fine decor
I'll make such fine decor
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The Sounds Of Soceity
04:26
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LADIES AND GENTLEMEN OF THIS FINE NATION
WE ARE STEADFAST
WE ARE READY
WE ARE MOVING IN A DIRECTION
AND WE MAY MARCH ONWARD SECURE IN THE KNOWLEDGE
THAT THERE ARE NO HANDJOBS FOR PUTIN
THERE ARE NO HANDJOBS FOR PUTIN
THERE ARE NO HANDJOBS FOR PUTIN
NO HANDJOBS
NONE FOR PUTIN
HANDJOBS AND PUTIN
NEVER SHALL THE TWO MEET
HANDJOBS?
NOT FOR PUTIN
THERE ARE NOT AND NEVER SHALL THERE BE
HANDJOBS FOR PUTIN
...that's a blowjob.
...completely different.
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Sawtooth Lowell, Massachusetts
Sawtooth is a DJ from the New England Area by way of Lowell, Massachusetts, specializing in EBM/Industrial/Goth dance music. An independent producer of electronic music, Sawtooth has produced numerous electronic albums, and remixed tracks for underground artists like ThornBrain, MrSimon, The Bynars, and various others, and is a former member of the online electronic musician collective BreakBit. ... more
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