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Trapped
01:15
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Self destruction is the only road ive ever known
Misplaced anger toward the bozo in the mirror
Keeping pace until my time is done
Last Rites is my only salvation
But this grief keeps on haunting me
Pouch of powder and a bottle
Nothing more than morose self-indulgence
With a eyeliner and a smile
Gone again, I was never here
Couldn't find my belongings
Crawling down in this cavern i built
Architect of a sullen existence
Get me out
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Kalamazoo
01:12
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Third Reich cosplayers
Storming the streets
A blackshirt in latex?
Who's ass did you eat?
You think you're so manly
You just want to fuck men
Closet queen goosestep
Go home and blow him
Proud Boys
Fuck Off!
Mussolini and Hitler
Would just lock you up
You wannabe faggots
Don't like it too rough
You retreat from the fight
And mace the real queers
Follow your leader
Or we'll beat ya down here
Bootleg Fred Perrys
This battle's your last
A bunch of trans commies
Just butchered your ass
K-zoo, Michigan
A beautiful town
All the good people
Beating them down
You curb stomped the Proud Boys
And scared off the cops
K-zoo, Michigan
You know how to rock
You curb stomped the Proud Boys
And scared off the cops
K-zoo, Michigan
You know how to rock
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3. |
More Than Just a Corpse
01:29
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A thousand dead in the streets today
Someone call in the coroner
A thousand corpses with falsified names
Forgotten in the ground
A thousand kids live their life in fear
A thousand more didn't make it
A thousand girls forced to live a facade
But we just couldn't take it
A thousand trannies marching side by side
Kill and die just to live our lives
A thousand bigots, your time has come
To fucking reap just what you sow
You sorry piece of shit
Kill yourself or I'll do it for you
I'm more than just a corpse, I'm a psychopathic clown
A thousand fascists dead in the ground
A thousand faggots can take the world down
A thousand workers no longer strife
A thousand people living their life
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No Unity
01:16
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Unity, once sacred
Is just another word
Queerphobia, misogyny
Diluting our scene
Sheep in wolves clothing
Following the herd
Comparing dicks
Thinking that they're hard
Fuck you for taking
What is rightfully ours
Fuck your unity
Girls and faggots run this scene!
Tear down the apologies
Tear down the lies
Build back what was promised
Beat down the guys
Hardcores for the kids, the freaks, and the queers
Real unity is fighting for something sincere
FUCK YOU
QUEERS BASH BACK
SUCH A WASTE OF LIFE
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6. |
End Of History
01:22
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Collective hearts united
Sound so deafening
Finish what we started
Got the world to gain
We will win the fight
Through the peoples' might
Rich will breathe no more
The end of history's upon us
Workers side by side
Can turn back toil's tide
Lives lived without fear
The end of history's upon us
The end of history's upon us
You're stuck in your ways
Your time is near
Your horded wealth leaves you fucking nothing
You never could see
Your fellow man
Only for yourself you fucking bastard
Never again
Will workers plight
Now you're the one who wears the fucking shackles
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7. |
John Watered Down
01:41
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You'll always be a faggot you know
Why hide it? There's nowhere to go
You use all the right words
And dress just like a straight
You only fool yourself
You're just a pawn
You'll always be a faggot you know
Why hide it? There's nowhere to go
You tell me how to act
Just like a fucking cop
You're John watered down
Not Divine
Kill everyone now!
Condone first degree murder!
Advocate cannibalism!
Eat Shit!
Filth are my politics!
Filth is my life!
Suck my dick
You fucking faggot
Learn to fight
Dont be a pussy
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Cemetery Girl Detroit, Michigan
Motor City Hardcore for the freaks and queers
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