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Extinction
01:32
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Fuck this world
Paint it black
I want you dead
Feeding me more
I'm fed up
Stop dreaming
You can't change anything
Getting more and more fucked
It's enough now
I'm tired of it
I'm tired of you
You max every scale
So of 1 to 10 how dumb
You're like 7 billion
I'm hoping for your extinction
Lose yourself
When you count
Your own chromosomes
So many years of confusion
A population of delusion
So much frustration
You max every scale
So of 1 to 10 how dumb
You're like 7 billion
I'm hoping for your extinction
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Toetag
01:22
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Their worlds collapse
A new war will come
They swore faith in his name
They'll die in his name
Everythings got a price
All have a pricetag, toetag
Pay for your grave
For god, for good
Another catastrophe
Collect the cellect, buy war bonds
They swear blasphemy in his name
They died in his name
Everythings got a price
All have a pricetag, toetag
Pay for your grave
For good, for god
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3. |
Styrofoam Napalm
00:58
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Homemade granades sing
Wounded flesh and skin
Napalm burn
In the cities
In the suburbs
Fight!!!
Chemical mix
Government, sick
Napalm burn
In the cities
In the suburbs
Freedom!!!
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Fightfighter
01:04
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Diffrent sides, same motive
More aggression that's a fact
Opposite attract and collide
Feeding the hate, feeding the violence
Fightfighter fightfighter
Fightfighter fightfighter
Armed and unarmed, for or against
The reason is lost it just goes on
Fighting the fight
Just to fight the fight
Fightfighter fightfighter
Fightfighter fightfighter
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5. |
Open Your Eyes
01:04
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Wrap yourself in paper
It's time to live in the present
Get yourself together
It won't last
It won't last
It won't last
You can skip the add in
Five four three two one
Wakey, wakey, eggs and bakey
Open your eyes
Forget the past
Fuck the future
It won't last
It won't last
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6. |
Learn to Stand In Line
01:49
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Don't care about your age
Don't care about your prostate
This is my rage, feel my hate
A queue is a line of people
A queue is a line of people
Learn, learn to stand in line
A queue is a line of people
A queue is a line of people
Learn, learn to stand in line
Banging on the door
The seat are not meant for two
I'll knock you to the floor, fuck you
A queue is a line of people
A queue is a line of people
Learn, learn to stand in line
What is right and what is wrong
Learn to stand in line or die
Understand this time
A queue is a line of people
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7. |
Religion of Peace
00:28
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I wipe my ass with the quran
But my ass don't get cleaner
I give them the finger
When they stone me to death
Stone me to death
Religion, religion of peace
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Nailbiter
01:35
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Days of suffer and rain
Moments of anger and pain
See them destroy everything
Again and again
Lifesucker
Backstabber
Lifefighter
Landbreaker
Shapeshifter
Liar
Nailbiter, nailbiter, nailbiter, nailbiter
Nailbiter, nailbiter, nailbiter, nailbiter
The system is a nailbiter
Nervous to the core
Nothing more to die for
What a cliffhanger
Nailbiter
Nailbiter
Shapeshifter
Shapeshifter
Shapeshifter
Liar
Nailbiter
Nailbiter
Nailbiter
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