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1-800-DIE-RICH
03:34
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for a limited time,
for a special price,
an offer unlike,
anything you've seen before
Don't miss out
Don't even blink,
Before you know it,
It's all gone
What more could you want?
Tell me about your dreams-
sign on the dotted line and
we'll take of care of everything
Go / back / to / sleep
you / can / trust / us
Sign on bonus -
mail-in rebate
an ounce of flesh-
competitive wage
What you have to give
is ours to take
cut-throat, death void
paid holiday
I know that you're afraid,
but that impending doom
you're feeling can be cured,
once your payment has gone through
take a credit card,
take the financing
We offer you a better life
beyond your wildest dreams
and you'll swear you'd didn't know
just did what you were told
The bills were late,
and the world would end if you missed the quota
but i've been watching your performance/like poetry in motion/
you're bloodthirsty, cutthroat
up for promotion-
you're gonna go far kid!
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2. |
The Flying Welshman
02:29
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Baby im a falling plane
Angel, I'm a sinking ship
all that glitters ain't gold
but the rest is worthless
Will you kneel at the altar of record profits
A sacrificial lamb of forecasted losses?
will you accept communion of faulty product?
and who are you to call it heartless?
there's blood on your hands too
All you know is to bitch and consume
and yet you're still here
and I sleep just fine
Tell me your price
Tell me your price
Name it, I'll pay it
Paper or plastic - whatever you want, baby, just sign the contract
I'd like to thank all of you for making it out to this quarters meeting of the board. As the chart in our report shows, profits have never been higher- and despite the current litigation and resulting civil unrest, our numbers are the best they've ever been.
We've built the beast- we'll gut the competition, and I'd like to thank your empty hearts, our little secret weapon!
Remember, the sky is the limit
There's catering in the lobby - see everyone of you next fiscal quarter!
name your price
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3. |
Trapped in the Fridge
01:30
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Are you lost and alone?
drowning in debt, a decaying home?
powerless to save yourself, from the riptide and swells?
Come to us and we can help -
We've got the salvation you need
Sign on the line, come join the team
come change the world, the money is easy-
Today is the first day of the rest of your life- we're not just a job here- we're family - You're going to bleed, and we all die rich
everyone's gonna die rich
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4. |
Hawks With Cameras
02:01
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bitter and hateful /
bubblegum flavor
the bile taste cuts through-
No paragon of virtue here
You really wanna know the truth?
fuck-ing ha ha ha ha ha fucking ha ha
You're a sucker - the jokes on you
I'm the magnet / running laps /
around your cheap plastic moral compass,
fingers crossed /behind my back
soaked with the blood of innocents
let me make one thing clear:
This ain't a revolution / and it never was
I'm gonna take my money and run
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5. |
Destination: Cash!
02:19
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how do you pick which trigger to pull?
who do you pull it for?
how did you choose with organ to sell
how much you sell it for?
money and blood
money and blood
money and blood and blood and blood
I am filled with endless hunger
I melt like a candy bar
I am filled with the love of a God
that left us alone like a dog in a hot car
I am filled with a clutch of hard cash
I am filled with scopolamine
I am filled with the love of a God
who pulled the plug on your breathing machine
I am filled with breathless voices
I am filled with ecstasy
I am filled with the love of a God singing a hymn that goes "come for me"
I am filled with the tongues of angels
My viscera could be your church
I am filled with the love of a God
who spits in your face. while you you beg for worse
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6. |
Son of the Welshman
02:48
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I'm the real thing I've got what what you need /
I'm gonna build the better bomb /
Im gonna eat your fucking heart out/
the cloud goes up/
it's all going down /
Before you is a nation of roaches
the hunger of survival runs deep -
you're a beast inside a beast inside a rotting beast
we get what we deserve
I wish I'd seen your face /
as you look out over the wasteland
melting from the inside out
You feel the writhing carapace crush and shred inside your mouth
oh baby, you swallow
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7. |
Starvation Politics
01:39
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This is our river bed - aluminum cans, broken glass - sludge and plastic -
We're hiding in the reeds along the shore
There was a house here once, but not anymore- we let the world corrode away - passive, avoidable ecological decay -
I miss watching the TV
I miss electricity
I miss air conditioning
I know just when I would get to eat
There's a deer with 6 legs
There's a deer with 2 heads
I loose an arrow -
and I miss
And I miss
We didn't know how good we had it
Before the world was burned and blackened
We took everything/ for granted
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8. |
Periplaneta Americana
02:38
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Microplastic tongue
leaded broken bones
CV Monitor
Landfill day dreams
grow out among the rot
fuck among the waste
I gave my life for the rat race,
I was only paid in faith
kill me ill just come back
I'm a survivor
Nothing kills me
Nothing kills me
Nothing kills me
survivors in their thrifted suits
Talons wrapped around your throat
rending flesh from the bones
piece by piece by piece -
piece by piece by piece
You tried to take the cowards way out
No way- no how
fuck around and find out
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9. |
Queen of Limbs
01:55
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it's the end of the world!
the last harvest season-
let's burn this fucker down
apocalypse economy
dead on arrival
you saw the monster
you start the riot
I am a marvel
of modern science
I am the rats and the rotting smell
i am the run off that poisoned the well,
I am who spit into the face of God
and i will march backwards,down into hell
you wanna kill me
you wanna kill me so bad
but you're too fucking scared
and I ain't fucking dead yet
it's all gonna be mine
it's all gonna be mine
I'm the creeping inside your walls,
I am the reason they sounded the bell
I am who spit into the face of God
and i will march backwards, down into hell
it's gonna hurt
it's gonna hurt
it's gonna hurt
it's gonna hurt
your body / an offer/ to the queen of limbs
make it hurt
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10. |
Turn Your Head and Cough
02:04
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I am pregnant with fifty mutant wasps /and I am keeping every one/
I' am gonna raise them to do right/to know the real fear of our God
I will tuck each and every one into bed /
you will never feel such love as when/ they draw a family portrait/ finger painting with your fresh blood/
you will never feel such love
as when we drink of / the flowers
that bloom with your demise
never in your life /
there is still / so much /to pray to / on the earth
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11. |
Earth All Quiet
03:37
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Sweet child, look out at the tower tops as they peak from water at low tide
The earth all quiet
The earth all quiet
The earth all quiet
In the nuclear summertime
a ring of rosey fire from coast to coast,
the air thick with all these ghosts
between the cold and the carbon wind mourn the world left for you to play in x2
and yet we've carried on
Our irradiated dreams were realized
a humble feast for the thrashing teeth of the passage of time -
watch the towers tops / as they peek from the water at low tide
The earth all quiet in the nuclear summertime
and we still sing -
"Ring around the rosey
pocket full of posey,
ashes, ashes
we all fall down"
The earth, all quiet
in the nuclear summertime
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clavus Athens, Georgia
SCREAMO MONEY
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