1. |
On the Run
04:12
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This is the world that time has forgot.
I am the cream that's left behind to rot.
We are the ones that look for an out
but we get thrown roundabout.
This is the way we have to live:
all that we have, we must give,
all for this world we must leave.
There is hardly any time to grieve.
Find your time, find your life, find your place
to collapse from running in this race.
Find your time, find your life, find your place
to collapse from running in this race.
Find your time, find your life, find your place
to collapse from running in this race.
Find your time, find your life, find your place
to collapse from running in this race.
Find your time, find your life, find your place
to collapse from running in this race.
Find your time, find your life, find your place
to collapse from running in this race.
Find your time, find your life, find your place...
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2. |
Bullshit War
01:15
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FUCK THE GOVERNMENT FUCK THEM ALL
LINE THEM UP AT THE FUCKING WALL
FUCK JOHN BOLTON AND HIS WAR WITH IRAN
EVERY WAR IS A FUCKING SCAM
BULLSHIT WARS
BULLSHIT REASONS
IT'S HUNTING TIME
POLITICIAN SEASON
WE DON'T WANT
YOUR FUCKING WAR
INSURRECTION OF
THE GLOBAL POOR
ALL OF THEM SHOULD BE DOING TIME
IN THE HAGUE FOR THEIR STINKING CRIMES
WE WILL NEVER KISS THEIR ASS
LET'S MAKE WAR ON THE RULING CLASS
BULLSHIT WARS
BULLSHIT REASONS
IT'S HUNTING TIME
POLITICIAN SEASON
WE DON'T WANT
YOUR FUCKING WAR
INSURRECTION OF
THE GLOBAL POOR
BULLSHIT WARS
BULLSHIT REASONS
IT'S HUNTING TIME
POLITICIAN SEASON
WE DON'T WANT
YOUR FUCKING WAR
INSURRECTION OF
THE GLOBAL POOR
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3. |
H*rtc*re
06:42
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here i go into the Night of Pan
here i am in the harshness of winter
there i am with the camera pointed at me
there i am the littlest sweet actress
that is you you pathetic little poser
there you are you feel so crushed crushed crushed
little boy transformed into a slut
watch him ram his power down your throat
watch her shove her tenderness in your back
now you get what you were made for all along
and you know that some pervert's gonna buy it
and you know that that's the reason you're alive
just look at you, no one will ever love you
they all know what a filthy little child you are
so come on, you know you wanna take it
maybe then you can forget you're a pile of shit
this is all you'll ever understand
you'll be trapped all just 'cause you got fucked
you'll cling to this because there's nothing in your soul
your brain will snap, your sexuality file is corrupt
repulsed by everything real humans find normal
you don't want love, you want to be fucking crushed
brutalised, even though you're scared so shitless
you get conniptions if you don't have your thumb to suck
you're scared of bathrooms 'cause that's where your porno was shot
you seize up when someone wants to touch
you undress before you even take a piss
you really think someone could possibly respect this?
you'll never stop being that disgusting little boy
in your heart, you know you're only a gross fucktoy
La djente de piron segirá matando.
Los depredadores segirán komiendo.
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4. |
Total Prison Abolition
00:48
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Human rights abuses are endemic in the United States. For example, the prison population is higher than that of China, a supposedly more repressive state. Most legal repression is directed at people of colour and other vulnerable populations. We must fight against this unjust and corrupt system with the objective of abolition.
Total prison abolition now.
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5. |
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Everything is so chaotic here.
All I want is for a little peace:
Aldebaran is shining in the night,
cherry blossoms will bloom so sweet.
Drinking black milk in the morn,
awaiting strike at the break of dawn.
The lyric sheet is lying ripped and torn:
my brains are dripping through this song.
Spike my coffee with some opium,
sprinkle sugar on my rosy thumb—
everything is crashing through my head,
one of these days you're gonna wake up dead.
Aldebaran is shining in the night.
Cherry blossoms will bloom so sweet—
spike my coffee with some opium.
Sprinkle sugar on my rosy thumb.
When I sleep, my head explodes.
All I want is for a little peace;
cherry blossoms will bloom so sweet.
When I sleep, my head explodes.
Everything is so chaotic here...
all I want is for a little peace.
Aldebaran is shining in the night.
Cherry blossoms will bloom so sweet.
Drinking black milk at the break of dawn,
my brains are dripping through this song:
spike my coffee with some opium.
Sprinkle sugar on my rosy thumb—
everything is crashing through my head—
one of these days you're gonna wake up dead.
My head explodes. My head explodes. My head—my head—my head explodes—my head explodes.
Everything is so chaotic here...
all I want is for a little peace.
Aldebaran is shining in the night.
Cherry blossoms will bloom so sweet.
Drinking black milk at the break of dawn,
my brains are dripping through this song:
spike my coffee with some opium.
Sprinkle sugar on my rosy thumb—
everything is crashing through my head—
one of these days you're gonna wake up dead.
Spike my coffee with some opium,
sprinkle sugar on my rosy thumb:
everything is crashing through my head—
one of these days you're gonna wake up dead.
Everything is crashing through my head.
One of these days you're gonna wake up dead.
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6. |
I Believe in You
00:30
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I believe in you. You can do it!
I believe in you. You can do it!!
I believe in you! You can do it!!!
And if you don't believe, I believe in you.
And if you don't believe, I believe in you.
(You can do it!)
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7. |
Broken Guitar Song
02:33
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There's a stupid fuckin' virus
and everyone's trapped inside.
That's never been a problem for me
'cause I'm too fuckin' shy.
But I like to do some shit alone,
like wailing on guitars,
but now I can't even do that
'cause they fucking broke.
A while ago my piezo
decided to break on me—
the strings you hear in this song
are only the first three.
My classical's been having buzz
and a string change made it worse.
The other day while playing "Ana Ng"
my acoustic's string went burst.
All I want is to make some fuckin' songs.
When oh when did this all go fuckin' wrong?
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8. |
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This will never be over [and over]. Whenever you watch it, I die once again. The camera destroys; it does not create. I am empty inside—you fill it with hell.
Nothing can ever do this shit justice: you didn't fuck me once, you fuck me every day. Your abstract child doesn't exist; concrete children pay your fucking price.
I want to die but you should instead.
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mystical music for traumatised teens
(a project by Angie Sutherland)
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