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Talkin’ about hate
But you waited until everybody else did
And now it’s blasé today
To make art that’s socially conscious
But when the first shots fired
You were making landscapes
Being fanned with a leaf
And swallowing grapes
Whole
While I lost control
Years and years ago
You’re so slow
To get on the uptake
I take a rake to your face
You’re an artistic disgrace
These abstract shapes
We recorded on tapes
Are anti-hate
It’s a Pizza Hell fate
So stay away from this
Don’t act like you give a shit
You just tryin to get that social media fix
You think it’s a flavor of the week
To try and speak for the meek
But when it reaches its peak
You’ll return to your golden throne
You won’t fuck with noisy tones
You’ll make portraits of the rich
And suck on the tits
Of those in power
The status quo gets you high
It’s so low
However though
It’s makes me wanna die
These power struggling guys
All tell lies
That they care
While they wear
The most expensive
The rich as fuck
Underwater
Y’all don’t really care
Yes, I’ve passed as white
My whole life
But when they met my Mom
That shit was on
I became a spic
Might as well have been a Mick
I became a Spaniard
While I got placards
And scholarships
From Hispanic organizations
This racist as fuck nation
Is lost in sensation
Lost in spectacle
While we lose all control
This fucked up nation
Addicted to reality tv
It’s insanity
To believe these fleas
To fall for
Measly sleaze
In mere degrees
Will we win again?
Or have real friends?
Gotta keep rebellin’
Or the wound’s swellin’
It’ll never be quellin’
Unless we’re gellin’
Under the one truth’
That’s uncouth
Life is precious
No matter your preference
Go read the references
Of marginalized poets
Then you will know it.
But you’ll crawl back into your hole
When the news cycles change
You’ll go to your hunting range
Or your golf course
Even though shit’s off course
And make your stupid art
For all the old farts
You’ll paint the old white rich fucks
And blow all your stupid bucks
On shit you don’t need
And plant racist seeds
In the portrait paintings
Such a stupid nation
The portrait paintings
Display the masters of this fucked up nation
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The weak always grovel at the feet of the dead and gone
Grow a fucking spine and stand on your own feet
If you can’t line without numbers to guide you
Then maybe it’s better if you die in a colourless void
Sink down forever in the mire of years
Even stone gives way to the living green
So close your mouth before someone has to sow it shut
Sticks and stones are but tools for the living
The dead should stay that way forever
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Metal Rah - Armageddon
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I'm freaking out at my highschool's School Shooter Memorial Dance
I think you and I would jig real nice, if only we give it a chance!
But you and I, miss, match diseases,
struggling through summer seasons earthquakes on our fingertips, the lightning storms charge our bated breath!
just until the ambulance comes,
hold on til the ambulance comes!
Got my fingers soaked in our blood, love, hold on til the ambulance comes
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1-800-MAGENTA - Flares
01:53
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If I told you that I loved you
Would you be with me forever?
Blazons are just comfort food
What else is there that is not rude?
Is there anything left that is still good?
You just swallow whole and don’t chew.
Without a care in the world, don’t you?
This state of affairs makes me so blue.
But I’ll still make things and make it new
All it takes is sweat and horse glue
Be sure that the bubble wrap sticks
To all the bolts and fortitude
When will we all get together?
Instead of this angry sever
White male rage endeavors
How does the other feel ever?
When will we all get together?
Instead of this angry sever
White male rage endeavors
How does the other feel ever?
It takes a nation to enact change
But we’re still not even in range
To do differently
Or even sing in key
While automatons angrily
Attack consciousness profusely
Evolution comes naturally
Maybe in the next century
If there’s still anything left
Besides this curfew cleft
Pallets left on craters
Are you still willing and able?
To make art that cares
At a time when no one stares
At your profile or your pic
I still I really miss Rick
I really miss Snitch.
Being away from your friends is such a bitch.
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Soma come alive
Blew not dive
So don’t give me no jive
Vines over Hives
I can’t fix this
I can’t fix this
I can’t fix this
I just wanna’ be a dick
She said this
He said that
Then I grabbed
My baseball bat
I can’t fix this
I can’t fix this
I can’t fix this
I just wanna’ be a dick
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super! fascist!
your words are all practiced
and when you! Defend!
this hate and harassment
we see right! through you!
your values, your virtues
we know you're full of shit
and your day is gonna come
super fascist
makes me laugh
your classless actions
that you practiced
super baptist
smashes masses
super fascist
super fastest!
super! oppressor!
you call us aggressors
yet prop up! your world view!
by making others lesser
it keeps you! in power!
when all we do is cower
well keep it up and see how long
until we put you in the ground
super! fascist!
your fear of the masses
will end you! your downfall!
with warfare of the classes
the hate you spew
it goes both ways
you're looking at your final days
so bide your time and hide your face
until we put you in your place
super fascist
makes me laugh
your classless actions
that you practiced
super baptist
smashes masses
super fascist
super fastest!
super fascist
makes me laugh
your classless actions
that you practiced
super fascist
super baptist
super fastest
super fascist!
super fascist
makes me laugh
your classless actions
that you practiced
super baptist
smashes masses
super fascist
super fastest!
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1 2 3 4
To thine ownself be true
Don't be alone and blue
Fuck Fox News
Be you be you be you
1 2 3 4
They try to tell you what to do
That you're either pink or blue
Well fuck that too
Be you be you be you
Now gender is a spectrum
Restrictions are dumb
Aren't you tired of hiding
Yourself was coinciding
With their fabricated "truth"
Now you're an educated youth
(So) Fuck the blues
Be you be you be you
Fuck the blues
Be you be you be you
Fuck their "blue"
Be you be you be you
Be you be you be YOU
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It seems that your favourite tree has shed it's leaves; it's wintertime
and i don't see the end of it
The mirror is 21 shades of Black, and
My reflection can't get out of bed...
Will you take this path alone?
The fireplace is getting colder....
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WHO NEEDS EQUAL RIGHT WHEN YOU GOT A BIG STRONG MAN?
WHO NEEDS A ROOM OF ONE’S OWN WHEN YOU CAN JUST GET A SPRAY TAN?
WHO NEEDS SEXUAL HARASSMENT LAWSUITS
WHEN YOU CAN JUST LOOK PRETTY IN YOUR NEW HOT PINK JUMPSUIT?
WHO NEEDS WOMEN’S LIB. WHEN YOU GOT A BABY, BIBLE AND BIB?
WHO NEEDS PLANNED PARENTHOOD WHEN YOU GOT MEN TO TEACH YOU WHAT IS GOOD?
ALL: WE DO! AND SO SHOULD YOU!!
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