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Brainworms (audio intro)
02:03
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Brainworms (song)
02:45
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I've got worms in my brain. They make me a devil.
How did they get there? I put them there.
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Parents
01:55
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I wonder what my parents did.
To fill me with anxiety.
Preconceived notion of dread.
At the forethought of my mind.
Years of emotional.
Abuse will linger on.
In the back of my mind.
At the forethought of my mind.
I will get through this confusion. To be more than what was given to me. Mistakes by faulty authority figures will be forgiven so I can forget. All of these constant distractions.
At the forethought of my mind.
In the foreground of my life.
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Doom
03:09
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Cruel hearts grow vile hands
Swimming through generations
Simple mind
Shit mouthed
You're toilet trained
What happened to you
Does not define who you are
Don't forget to remember
That it's not your fault.
Introspection
Self Determination
Breathing new air
A cycle dies
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Money (audio intro)
00:32
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Money (song)
02:21
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We'll ask. You'll lie.
Cause your money, corrodes…
Corrodes what you should feel as completely revolting.
The subjection and the torture of another being.
Capitol total ism is what you had in mind.
And if we question motifs we get another lie.
We'll ask. You'll lie.
Cause your money, corrodes…
Corrodes all the words you use to describe your crimes.
Ignore the consciences path towards respecting life.
You use arbitrary rules as your alibi.
Diversion and persuasion to protect your bottom line.
We'll ask. You'll lie.
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Stars for Hearts
02:40
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I remember the promises.
Of greener grasses on the other side
Fertilized by your mass graves.
Now I'm stuck in the mire of your money machine
With these aching hands and heavy head.
Cause I confused. These stars for hearts.
Pull yourself up by your boot straps
Cemented in like the statue of
Unattainable consumer goods.
Now I'm stuck in the mire of your money machine
With these aching hands and heavy head.
Cause I confused. These stars for hearts.
They lie to you. And say. That it's all your fault. Meanwhile they say.
Give us your tired, your poor, your hungry.
But they'll make scapegoats of them all.
Give us your tired, your poor, your hungry.
But they'll make scapegoats of them all.
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Powerbottom (song)
01:22
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Butt fucking is not a crime
Bottoms and switches bend over with pride
Limp wrists make strong fists
Butt fucking is a good time
Butt fucking is...not a crime
Butt fucking is...a good time
Keep your laws out of my asshole
Keep your laws out of my ass
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