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Wise Souls
02:52
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we’re told to despise the worms
and their nonsensical stories
make fun of their tinfoil hats
spit on their anxiety
but the ones who tell us so
praise a weak alternative
instead of conspiracy theories
“One must believe the official truth”
Why do your fear your government?
Are you some kind of jerk?
There ain’t no evil powers!
evil minds do not exist!
We spend our lives in our circle
Telling ourselves we’re the best
We eat each other feces
And say that they taste the best!
Why would the newspapers lie?
Are you a fucking moron?
Don’t ever question your government
Or you’ll end up like Robert!
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2. |
Family First
03:05
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Charlie woke up to the sound of the cutlery stabbing big pieces of meat
His brother’s melted, his blood now’s a pudding served as a delicious dish
The family is feasting and celebrating the art of dismemberment
Grandpa taught Charlie never to question the art of the ritual (have a meatball!)
Daddy taught Charlie all the commandments grandpa had taught dad
The ritual possesses the mind of its makers who don’t remember that
They were the once who made all the rules
They decided to start drinking blood
The head of the ones who forget the commandments is used to mop the floor
Praise to the glory of Jesus
To his flesh and to his blood
Praise to the glory of Jesus
Can’t wait to taste his scalp
A lovely dinner scene
A beautiful daydream
Never question our ritual
Our ritual means purpose and love
Always keep our ritual
Away from the dangers of the world
Live by the rules of the ritual
Swallow your doubts and your fears
Whoever questions the ritual
Must be forced to kneel
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3. |
Travelers
02:51
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Why can’t you just let me go?!
I built my walls here and furnished my rooms
I filled the air with dust, steel and hope
Oh my dear pals now it’s time, I must go
I’m off to eastern Europe looking for new bones
Why can’t you just let me go?
Certainties weaken your will of power
Don’t miss the chance to reinvent yourselves
Craft a new outfit every single day
Jump off the cliff to spread your wings
You can’t call it freedom if it chains other people’s lives
To a constant instability, that sucks their whole life dry
You only care about the action, not about the consequence
You anesthetized your conscience and left people starve to death
Praise the great invisible, never-dying, caring hand
Just leave it alone, don’t interfere with its plan
Praise the great invisible, never-dying, caring hand
Let its dirty fingers play, with your neoliberal butt
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4. |
Robert
03:44
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Robert has taken
Me and our sons
To a place close to nowhere
A place they don’t know
I hear him screaming
He says they will come
They’re gonna rape our children
And substitute us all
The monsters we’re dealing with
Are Satanic pedophiles
At least that’s what he said
Before duct-taping our mouths
The master has dropped a message
We must respond to his call!
It started with a video
That said we’re controlled
By a congregation of predators
That worships the devil
My Robert changed
To a man I didn’t know
He would chase me to make me
See one of his videos
The time has come
I must
Defend my family
The sirens pierced his senses
And he said “If you want fire, then I’ll give you fire!”
He said “you won’t take my children, ‘cause they need my fire, my truthful fire!”
The truth can’t resurrect him
For he’s sure that the truth’s a lie shaped by higher powers
The sirens turned into gunshots and he died saying
“I must protect my fire!”
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5. |
My Only Love
04:35
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Baby can’t say what I don’t want her to say
I used all my power to turn her into clay
And now I can decide whether she can speak or not
‘cause if I want I can erase her mouth
But sometimes she still feels
Like a real human being
Her eyes run away
Thought they should stare at me
And God she makes me so mad
That goddamned bitch
And I Know she deserves
My righteous fist
There’s a big scar
On her cheek
A lovely painting
That I made
Baby had questioned my severity
Had to remind her she must obey me
I have patience
But that witch
Loves to tease
and sadden me
She asks me “why do you do this to me!?”
She knows why, she knows I’m right
Baby tied my wrists and ankles to the bed and now she stares at me
I shout, scream and cry but she does not want to set me free
Baby packed her things and tells me that she’s about to leave
She looks concentrated while pointing a loaded gun at me
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6. |
My Hands
02:39
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my hands just don’t get it
they keep on getting dirty
they party with microbes
sperm and feces
I never really see
The dirt’s all over me
But my thoughts tell me
My hands are dirty
That’s why I need to (wash them)
At least 200 fucking (times)
Every single fucking (day)
Until my skin starts to (bleed)
I must always (remember)
All the things that I’ve (touched)
Before washing (my hands)
For I need to clean (them all)
Day 341
I’m still locked inside my room
My old friend OCD
Loves to keep me company
My prison’s made of soap
And the guards are my own thoughts
But something that’s inside me
Tells me “come on man get up
Touch all your dirty clothes
Touch the trash and touch your hair
The dirt will set you free
Fight your goddamned OCD”
I can’t waste my life away
Spending every single day
Making sure my hands are clean
Go to hell damned ocd
Oh beautiful mud
Come cuddle my hands
Show them it’s ok
to get dirty and dance with germs
Ataraxia
Ataraxia
Ataraxia
Ataraxia
My hands don’t need to bleed
In order to be clean
Hateful OCD
I won’t let you win
With the power
Of my will
I’ll defeat you
I’ll be free again
With the power
Of the dirt
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7. |
Breadcrumbs
03:12
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The concrete meets the fury
Of my jaw and my lungs
‘Been riding for nine hours
Delivering fried pig insides
My breath must be fast
My legs must seek speed
And the asphalt wants to welcome me
While a symphony begins
The leeches have demanded my obedience
To the sacred laws of time and speed
Going faster for a better pay
2 breadcrumbs for each delivery
I rush to the take the train I had no time to buy a ticket
I hold on to my bike as I am still trembling
I see a ticket inspector moving fast towards me
I know where the money a gained today will go
Dodge the car
Ride faster
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8. |
Piles Of Warm Feelings
02:46
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Piles of wet clothes
Giant Totems
That aren’t sacred at all
As soon as
Someone tries to
Take them away from me
They become sacred
Leave them there!
Is it so hard to understand?
A collection of valueless jewels
Express my own true desire
To become the king of this land
Made of 200 dirty dishes
My son was sick of living buried
In a pyramid of skirts
He would swim through the debris
Just to find something to eat
(So he left)
You kept saying I had to change
Get rid of all golden jewels
you were a threat to my kingdom
So I locked you out
Worms, socks, tea pots stay with me!
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