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So we think we can argue it away
Just pretend it’s not fucking ingrained
Just say it’s this or that or doesn’t affect
The effects aren’t important if they’re indirect
Bullshit // veiled by freedom of speech
Protector // can’t question creativity
Bullshit // all run in their defense
Protector // face it and you deal with it
Bullshit // Protector
So we think we can argue it away
Just pretend it’s not fucking ingrained
Because if we face our white supremacy
We have to face our white supremacy
Bullshit // we all want to hide
Protector // want to keep it veiled
Bullshit // we all want to hide
Protector // our discomfort trumps other’s lives
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We write these words
But who will read them
Dead fucking words
Into the aether
Wasted keystrokes
Annoy the assessor
Dead fucking words
Into the aether
Dead fucking words
Dead fucking Language
Dead fucking words
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There’s a shadow on this earth
A shadow that clouds our minds
That entices our selfishness
And makes a citizen a terrorist
It looks like Atlas needs a fucking hug
Fanatical propaganda
That comes across so convincing
Playing on our fears
Randian ethics brainwashing
It looks like Atlas needs a fucking hug
There’s no objectivity in objectivism, in objectivism
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4. |
Pystopia - Rust in Piss
03:29
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Pystopia
They try to push some vision
Of the virtues of the past
We’ll reinvent our fucking selves
Visions of a psychopath
That will liberate us
But we’ll crucify our fucking selves
Pystopia
Convinced of their vision
Of greed and selfishness
A vision we’ll all live in wealth
One day we’ll be stable
Even feel safe and equal
We’ll crucify our fucking selves
Curse of our progress
Pystopia
Convinced of their vision
Of greed and selfishness
A vision we’ll all live in wealth
One day we’ll be stable
Even feel safe and equal
We’ll crucify our fucking selves
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Dead Dopamines, fuck
Dead Dopamines, ah
Fucking bastards, false motherfuckers, bringing garbage to your town
Pop punk poseurs, false as fuck motherfuckers, we are all…
D-E-A-D-D-O-P-A-M-I-N-E-S (x2)
D-E-A-D Dopamines
Dead Dopamines, fuck
Dead Dopamines, ah
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There is hardly any rest, and there’s never any peace
The best any of us get is maybe some release
Because when we leave our bubble all we can see is suffering
Born into piss, so we’ll all
Rust in piss
We all rust in piss
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All punx please shit yourselves
cuz I've never herd of Ambeix
What are we fucking sheep?
What are we?
Cuz I've never herd of Ambeix
The sucking of the gimmick cock
While real touring bands remain headless
Cuz I've never herd of Ambeix
And, oh what the irony,
As we bow to our punk gods, punk masters
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8. |
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Pissless No Piss
Water system
Taken for granted
just turn the faucet
what will you do
when all of the clean water's gone?
Pissless No Piss
Dehydration, Urine turns to mucus
poison flowing from the tap
What will we do
when all of the clean water's gone?
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9. |
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Our perception, Just like schlierin lines
skewed by our subjective
Our perception, Just like schlierin lines
skewed by what we perceive
our perception, schlierin lines
nothing to count on
our perception, schlierin lines
nothing in truth
those searching, for truth
won't find anything, won't find anything
those searching, for truth
those searching, for truth
do not trust
for they will make liars of us all
they create their own world on our ashes
they create their own world on our graves
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10. |
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Broken Noses
Chipped Teeth
Broken Noses
10 percent, what if we give everything?
Broken Noses
Chipped Teeth
Broken Noses
10 percent, what if we give everything?
We've paid with our broken noses
We've paid with our broken teeth
We've paid booking shows,
only making friends
We've paid with our lives
We've paid our tithes
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11. |
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Get up in the morning, SHIT.
Go out at night, SHIT.
Hearts full of piss,
But all I see is fucking shit.
So much of life is covered in shit
we try to harness the cleansing properties of piss
to abandon the shitstorm, to live in the pissstorm
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12. |
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White Punx on Dope
No more fucking amnesty
we have lines as far as the eye can see
riding rails -- snorting rails
uncaring of the trail of dead left behind
Just casual fashion punx
out for a good time
the dead behind them
never cross their mind
White Punx on Dope
No more fucking fake appreciation
For assholes out for complete self-destruction
No more Nietzsche-an arguments
for poseurs leeching off of everyone
Just casual fashion punx
out for a good time
the dead behind them
never cross their mind
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13. |
Tithes - Urine Sample
02:16
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Broken Noses
Chipped Teeth
Broken Noses
10 percent, what if we give everything?
Broken Noses
Chipped Teeth
Broken Noses
10 percent, what if we give everything?
We've paid with our broken noses
We've paid with our broken teeth
We've paid booking shows,
only making friends
We've paid with our lives
We've paid our tithes
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14. |
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Get up in the morning, SHIT.
Go out at night, SHIT.
Hearts full of piss,
But all I see is fucking shit.
So much of life is covered in shit
we try to harness the cleansing properties of piss
to abandon the shitstorm, to live in the pissstorm
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15. |
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All punx please shit yourselves
cuz I've never herd of Ambeix
What are we fucking sheep?
What are we?
Cuz I've never herd of Ambeix
The sucking of the gimmick cock
While real touring bands remain headless
Cuz I've never herd of Ambeix
And, oh what the irony,
As we bow to our punk gods, punk masters
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16. |
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17. |
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White Punx on Dope
No more fucking amnesty
we have lines as far as the eye can see
riding rails -- snorting rails
uncaring of the trail of dead left behind
Just casual fashion punx
out for a good time
the dead behind them
never cross their mind
White Punx on Dope
No more fucking fake appreciation
For assholes out for complete self-destruction
No more Nietzsche-an arguments
for poseurs leeching off of everyone
Just casual fashion punx
out for a good time
the dead behind them
never cross their mind
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18. |
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Our perception, Just like schlierin lines
skewed by our subjective
Our perception, Just like schlierin lines
skewed by what we perceive
our perception, schlierin lines
nothing to count on
our perception, schlierin lines
nothing in truth
those searching, for truth
won't find anything, won't find anything
those searching, for truth
those searching, for truth
do not trust
for they will make liars of us all
they create their own world on our ashes
they create their own world on our graves
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