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March of the Creeps
02:02
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the creeps are on the march
they leer at the pretty girls
they plan to usurp dominion
when that doesnt work they fuck the world
faces shaped decrepit
militia of resent
I watched you rot day by day
and you wonder where the time went
everybody's fault but mine
perpetual victim tag line
all these people want from you
is to not be yourself
all they really want from you
is to be somebody else
but you probably won't
the creeps march uniform
their mantras full of lines
troll the world objectify the girls
and watch the planet die
left behind and bitter
goose stepping in a fantasy life
same world order guns and slaughter
hate the others and enslave their daughters
everybodys fault but yours
turn off the lights and lock your doors
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2. |
Bad Vibes
01:37
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bad vibes
leading reluctant lives
prone in a house of knives
there's nothing here behind the eyes
bad vibes
regurgitate some lies
wearing dark sunglasses
no quarter here for lambskin bastards
bad vibes
running late on paying tithes
pissing off the queen of the hive
snarl when you say that I won't survive
bad vibes
malignancy arise
no gods no masters
I'm just a rotten attitude having bastard
I don't care about what you think
I don't care about anything
and I don't care about what you think
and I never
never
never
never will again
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3. |
They Stay Watching
03:13
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got a strong fear of the holy ghost
they can hear my cries they can watch me moan
there's so many ways to turn I don't know where to go
by the glow of the digital light you'll show me what to know
They're always watching
the left palm of god has its weight on you
They stay watching
the left hand of god has got its grasp on you
the greater good the mandate
omnipotence the cost
they know your unspoken words
they know your verboten thoughts
don't trust the ministers
dont trust the appointed kings
don't trust the propagandists
dont trust anything
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4. |
Trophy Daughter
02:24
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all I want to do
is take what is yours
her silhouette
is burned into my heart
she slithers with a purpose
my shadow fills the door
lick my scummy lips
predatory
Ive got a deathlike love
Ive got a deathlike love
and I want to steal
your trophy daughter away from you
look at what you've done
look at who you are
your trophy days will never
be here again
Ive watched you weep and moan
with every move you make
manipulation of your tragedy
Ive got a deathlike love
Ive got a rotten love
and I want to take
your trophy daughter away from you
I don't care about what you love because what you love is fucking lame
Do yourself a favor
figure it out on your own
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5. |
XX
03:51
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APCs storming over thin blue lines
gas fills the air of the summertime
every nights a new crisis putting boots on the ground
lock your fucking doors and dont you dare make a sound because
they're outside and they're at it again
gestapo tactics, original sin
and the mouthpieces beg for the unrest to end
so the white hoods and pundits feel safe again
take them one by one
put them in a straight line
and take a knee to their necks
one at a time
clutch a cross and say that the world's out of line
but times up for racist piglets
with supremacist minds
pray to gods that this will pass
pray to monuments that they ignore the past
don't go outside or they'll concuss you again
don't go outside to commit conscientious sin
don't go outside or you'll be detained
don't ask questions because nothing's going to change
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Cash Bribe Brooklyn, New York
We're a heavy music band in Brooklyn.
Kirk -- guitar
Larry -- drums
Joe -- vocals
Brian -- bass
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