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Piss is better, better than shit.
The shit they serve to the scum they feed.
Piss spells glory for the willing and able.
A fresh coat of paint for their logos and labels.
Spraying the chain with a shower of power.
A rain of debasement, of dreams turning sour.
Wash the filth, try to piss it away.
Even if it stays here day after day after day after day after day after day after day.
Urine, a glorious salty haze.
Befitting the kings of the fast food craze.
Disgracing McDonald’s, the fast food masters.
A golden shower for the golden arches.
Piss is better, better than shit.
The shit they sell to the scum they kill.
Piss on their playgrounds, piss on their floors.
Piss on their walls, their tables, their doors.
A curse on the fat, a western disease.
Eat at the drive-through then do as you please.
Wildly ingesting every last bit.
You are what you eat; processed shit.
Processed shit.
Processed shit.
Urine, a glorious salty haze.
Befitting the kings of the fast food craze.
Disgracing McDonald’s, the fast food masters.
A golden shower for the golden arches.
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All In The Execution
02:12
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It’s all in the pull of the trigger.
The swing of the hammer.
The throw of the stone.
The fatal impact.
The crack of the bone.
The splitting of skin.
It’s all in the execution.
It’s all in the thrust of the knife.
The twist of the blade.
The trust that they gave you.
And the look in there eyes.
It’s all in the execution.
It’s all in the placement.
The flip of a switch.
Collateral damage.
How many were killed.
The speed you were driving.
The lack of your feeling.
The lack of your caring.
The point of collision.
It’s all in the strength.
The strength of the knot.
The height of the drop.
The want, the need to end.
It’s all in the execution.
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Born In Fear
00:40
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Born to lose.
Fucked from birth.
Blow a fuse.
No self worth.
Born in fear.
Boast ya scars.
Eat pop stars.
Burn cop scars.
No self esteem.
Pushed to the ground.
You’re just a piece of shit.
On the boot of the world.
Born in fear.
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Taking
02:39
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Take what you want, take what you need.
After all you know you’ve got to feed.
Taking more than you need to survive.
Taking more than you need to stay alive.
Taking more than you need to survive.
Taking more than you need to keep yourself alive.
Grab what you can and keep it all for yourself.
You think of nothing but riches and wealth.
Taking more than you need to survive.
Taking more than you need to stay alive.
Taking more than you need to survive.
Taking more than you need to keep yourself alive.
No more. Nothing left.
Don’t stop until there’s nothing left.
Glean the fields, strip the trees.
When it’s all gone you’ll find no peace.
Taking more than you need to survive.
Taking more than you need to stay alive.
Taking more than you need to survive.
Taking more than you need to keep yourself alive.
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Filth Of An Empire
01:39
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Filth of an empire.
The fat of the land.
Eat the rich.
Make ‘em understand.
Corporate greed.
Corporate gain.
Ignore the truth.
Refuse the blame.
Iron fist.
Constricting me.
Makes it hard,
To fucking breath.
Endless death, torture, terror.
But you can’t see the human error.
Corporate greed.
Corporate gain.
Ignore the truth.
Refuse the blame.
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Legion Of Rats
01:40
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Legions of rats trying to scramble away.
Trying to escape from the blame.
Hiding in their holes, they have no balls.
Always going back on what they say.
Out with the old rats, in with the new.
They’ll bring the change, they’ll bring the brews.
But they don’t care about what happens next.
Their guts are full on the shit that they pull.
A rat is a rat, they can’t help it.
It’s just in their feeble nature.
Eat, fuck and die; what a fucking surprise.
There’s no such thing as change in their beady little eyes.
Seeking satori in the rat cave.
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