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> Sick!
Sick! I feel sick I feel sick That a spine I conformed Just along with a bucketful of me I feel free, Finally I will see, What you mean when you free Cause you scrooch to go home Not alone Happy drone While resent is the scar Something's cold in this bar I feel sick in this car Happily lead the way But the strive for the soup starts I will fall in line And the bank kissed the prized sister spoon Of the start sing it all Of it just losing me Of the line to subdue For all that you lead Happily just the same Every joke conformity Back at the name Like it just get bigger the sort of life adjustable i'm venging for much here on the inside and honest in this sick sick sick rock in the rituality but you see this sick will stain! cut the stain! hit me! Step into the darkness of treason Take me home in your voice of reason Have to be the sound of a soup of the season hit me now, hitting ground step into the darkness of treason take me home in your voice of reason have to be the sound of a soup of the season hitting ground hitting ground sick! sick! sick! i'm feeling sick in front of this fucking traverse that is just the sign of your sanity you're not alone and, every time that you hooked every drug, every scar from every time you just hate, to think that you are in sin instinct to flee to escape, from this mess must continue, must rape and what's true, and what's real so gnaw at your paw to get out of the trap of decay so much time, all the way to just let go to survive did you lose all your time when you chewed? through to strive by the everyday just to stay alive for you can't, can you hear that sound in your ears, from the loud and the mild, and the Cold War around you, compounding imbibing, that tells you that you're not alone is the sound of thousands who vowed to insanity We'll be found We'll be found Step into the darkness of treason Take me home in your voice of reason Have to be the sound of a soup of the season Hit me now Hitting ground Step into the darkness of treason Take me home in your voice of reason Have to be the sound of a soup of the season We're around Hitting ground This is the breeding ground Hitting ground Ground! Sick! (Step into the darkness of treason) I feel sick! Sick! Of these scars and these cars! I feel sick! (Step into the darkness of treason) Sick! I feel sick! I feel sick! You want faith? You are sick! (Step into the darkness of treason) So sick! Sick! You want faith? You are sick! (Step into the darkness of treason) Sick! You're so sick! You're all sick! You want faith? You are sick! Soup of the season Hitting ground Soup of the season Hitting ground Soup of the season Hitting ground Soup of the season Hitting ground |
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| 2. |
| 7:17 |
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> [1: INTRODUCING STAR]
We saw you every day with your hands on your crotch and so much to say You went from bouncing toy cars with golden motors to neon striped BMWs and a court of drugged up nodders and quoters Namefucking fame on all photos, all cheered on and applauded by even richer promoters Now when you're a star, when you've reached this far and the world really knows who you are (really?) you show off your six black Mercedeses and drink Cristal like they all do And the poor outside your gates appall you, and the only hood you see is the one on your car Do you even know who you are? Bro I don't think so I mean Mercedes, man what a stiff old dull fart's republican shit car Sick of hearing you preach to the poor like before, only now you're a coward, only letting TV through your door Getting older, take a bow and just go The rage on the stage getting colder like your hits on the chart, but then the talk shows can still get you hard Doin' rhymes on your prime time fistfights and spittin' grime in the limelight like a star gets a chip off your shoulder, a boulder that rolls and rolls over and over and over There's nothing like a broken childhood There's nothing like a broken home There's nothing like a tale from your hood There's nothing like a record of restriction orders Outspoken borderline disorders, a violent long way to the top The longer that you fought yourself up, the longer the spitfall [2: THUS QUOTE THE CRAVING] You're so fucking lost that with all of the costs you still don't see that in reality the one thing you fail to buy yourself is a personality You're trapped in a mould of the rap, you sell but you're sold I mean, can't believe that you're paying all that gold to some home decorator that hands you buckets of conformity Seems you're losing your way together with your policy man, ending up with a new definition of poverty - it's a joke Like those you make in every video to reach the kids with the dough, with every copied ""aha yo"" and worn out ""bro"" Guess what we need is yet another clown who can feed our breed with another look and hooker hook Now when ""bitch"" is mundane you take the lead with ""wassup ho"" and let TV blur your mouth once more Just what we need in every store, thus quote the craving: ""forever more!"" You're so right, a shiny knight on a white steed, truly a hero Yeah right Fuck you - fuck you right down to the core You know what? You're just another Parental Advisory bore There's nothing like a broken childhood There's nothing like a broken home There's nothing like a tale from your hood There's nothing like a record of restriction orders Outspoken borderline disorders, a violent long way to the top The longer that you fought yourself up, the longer the spitfall... When you're rappin' your shit y'all [3: REDEFINING VOMATORIUM] Yo I guess when you're that loaded you'd better empty the barrel every chance you get, is that so? Empty your word and pose magazine, in magazine after magazine, let every shot go, let the shit flow 'Cause the show must go on and on and on, you're it bro But it's sad to know, when your star implodes, all that shit hits the fans, just like your words back when you shone But it's getting late in the game, trapped in repeating your name, again and again, like you're scared we'll forget it Can't blame you, apart from that name you're all embarrassingly the same, it's so lame - can't you get it? And perhaps you are right in that fear - more sane than you appear in your self deploring cock obsessive koks delirium But I say, to me you just redefine the old romans' vomatorium There's nothing like a broken childhood There's nothing like a broken home There's nothing like a tale from your hood There's nothing like a record of restriction orders Outspoken borderline disorders, a violent long way to the top The longer that you claim that you have fought yourself up, the longer the spitfall... [4: MAN OF THE MASSES] You're a man of the masses, took all the classes Their asses are yours All those bores who are paying the bills for your palace uphills And your pills that will help you proceed in your greed You are free of the chains that you need on your fans to adore, to kneel down before you, more precious to you than your brains and your hands They live for you If you could just see this old tree, this patriarchic hierarchy, up where you want to be, you need miles of roots to lick your boots Don't you see? You're a man of the masses, you need all those asses, their fate to relate to the one that you were Do you know who you are? Who are you? Not the one in your words that they buy They concur that you conquer, though a natural flunker, and you need them to stay, not to fly, to obey like the dogs that they are, the cogs under the hood of your Mercedes car They will pay for your trip to the stiff upper lip You're a man of the masses, your trip is a journey through classes You are high, they are low, and you need it to be so See, without them you'd be nothing more than before, and you know that's not much It's just or unjust such: just a sad little man with his hand on his crotch There's nothing like a broken childhood There's nothing like a broken home There's nothing like a tale from your hood There's nothing like a record of restriction orders Outspoken borderline disorders, a violent long way to the top The longer that you fought yourself up, the longer the spitfall... The longer the spit falls... When you're rappin' your shit y'all [5: YO] You're just another Parental Advisory sticker surfing beach boy Yo |
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| 3. |
| 5:57 |
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The only cribs that we should care for
Are the ones that we are here for The ones belonging to our children That do that we do, scar from our wounds The only cribs that make a difference Where the magic really happens Don't come with a Mercedes Benz Or a wide screen showing nothing Showing nothing... I'm sick of home control devices Sick of sickening home designers Sick of drugs and gold and strip poles Sick of homies, sick of poses Despite the nodding staff that serves you Despite your name on clothes and perfume Despite the way the press observes you You're just people... Successful people Dressed up people Smiling people Famous people Red carpet people Wealthy people Important people But still just people So fuck the million dollar kitchen Fuck the Al Pacino posters Fuck the drugs, the gold, the strip poles Fuck the homies, fuck the poses Fuck the walls they build around them Fuck the bedroom magic nonsense I don't want to hear their voices As long as they vote with their wallets Fuck the silly "throw you out" joke Fuck the framed cigar DeNiro smoked Fuck their lack of originality and personality Fuck this travesty Fuck this new norm Fuck conformity Fuck their Kristal Fuck their sordity Fuck the way they fuck equality Fuck their freebie gear Fuck the ones they wear You're just people... Successful people Dressed up people Smiling people Famous people Red carpet people Wealthy people Important people But still just people Messed up people Shallow people Stupid people Plastic people Meta people Theta people Therapyople Entropiople Oh, fuck the ones they wear I'm cribcaged Cribcaged The only cribs that we should care for Are the ones that we are here for The ones belonging to our children That do what we do, scar from our wounds |
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| 4. |
| 5:05 |
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> You brought us the a-bomb
In so many ways endorsed by God and The Book So God loves a war monger? Hey Mr.Blix: forget Iraq and the time it took 'Cause I know just where to look ""could we have a vote please?"" They came with a song - America They wouldn't stay long - America We are America God bless America God bless America and Capitol Hill 'Cause no one else will So now you are scared The Arabs will kill for their god Like you do for yours? Protect your obesity with your life man Hey - Angry God or Diet Coke? Who cares it's all a joke ""heil homo pecuniae"" Saving us yet another time Earning a buck on every dime Sick of America Sick of America Sick of America and Capitol Hill Moving in for the next kill Did you say ""I love you""? A simpler democracy Where every flaw and failure is called a ""Right"" A new form of freedom Based on your income, your color, creed And your choice of gun But it provides great fun ""Dr. Phil or Oprah?"" ""Letterman or Leno?"" ""Idol or Big Brother?"" (we'll be back after this short break) It could have been good America It could have been great America Land of the brave and free Welcoming you and me But this Brave New World is not as new anymore Each day a new store Each year a new war While chosen whites rule the poor In America Oh America Don't you walk out on me Just wait a second now Please hear me out Oh I'll do my best to love you Oh yes I will I know you're out there C'mon Raise your voices Don't let them ruin your reputation Don't let them wreck your constitution Not out of fear Not out of greed But you had a good run America Your day in the sun America Hello British Empire Hello Roman Empire Hello Soviet There is a new kid in town Joining the gone down Finding what you found Treading your worn, worn down ground Rise to your former glory Be brave and warm Oh America If I say I love you If I say I love you If I say I love you Dare you love me too? |
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| 5. |
| 8:22 |
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> ONE: TONIGHT I'LL FALL
Tonight I'll fall, looking for something wonderful yet casual Extraordinarily temporal, and there you are - let's go You hooked me on the dance floor So here I am, back for more You seem experienced, just an inch too keen on getting exposed Having your face in every magazine You're far from being unique but you still look pristine Mundanely exotic, like the french cuisine My Disco Queen - let's disco... TWO: A CHEAP SELLOUT DRUG You're a cheap sellout drug on everyone's lips Covered every day, done every way, a whole world at your hips A bar to fit, the beats you take Another hit and you will break Undressed in front of me, all glistening ebony You're still so young, but I will show you vintage 33 I lay you on your back - inviting curves of black Making little noises as my needle finds your track My Disco Queen - let's disco Disco Queen - let's disco... THREE: A TIGHTER GROOVE You leave me wanting more, panting on all four I know there's more to pluck, and so I go for the encore I am turning you around, to play your other side A tighter groove, I want it but I tremble, slip and slide Baby, you're just what I need You purr when I make you bleed I pump you till you cry - feel so alive I crank you up and switch to 45 A screaming climax chord, I give you all I've stored A moment's silence and you're filled up, yet emptier than before Oh - that subtle little sound as I am pulling out A finished dish upon my plate is what it's all about A square round of greed You surrendered to the rhytm, spinning around your hole Disco made you famous but tonigh you tasted soul I pumped you till you cried - felt so alive I cranked you up and switched to 45 You are just begging for more But I unlock the door (tonight I'll fall...) You're old news now and so I leave you trembling on the floor... FOUR: MY DISCO QUEEN My Disco Queen... My Disco Queen - let's disco... |
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| 6:42 |
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Someone sells us Toys in a cheap cartoon
someone sells us Cars in the latest Bond that's coming soon someone sells us Trends through a sitcom star someone sells Herself in a docu-soap that goes too far Life on sale can someone please just tell me what happened? I mean, first we pay for fastfood that will make us all fat and tired so then we pay for elevators so we won't have to climb the three stairs up to our aparents then we buy freakin' StairMaster machines so we can burn away while watching someone make real food on TV now, if that doesn't make us winners I don't know what will I bet we would hang ourselves, if the world would just cut us the slack and now you think maybe you should see a shrink help you feel alive again - yeah, that's a plan just tell us who to pay someone sells us Man in a White House speech then Woman tightly pressed between two bouncing breasts on a Baywatch beach someone sells us Us everywhere I turn then introducing Them to earn stock points on our concern all for sale it's all for sale... welcome down to planet Earth please don't ask us what it's worth you will notice that the world you found is slightly tattered and worn down someone sold us every stain now if you wish to complain there's an open spot at 6 pm that's when Caucasia is listening if you're tearing down my world please just try to do it gently... there is love inside for a dream that has to die see, it's really all about time and choice: the fastfood saves us enough time to squeeze lunch in exactly when we want it the elevators save us just a little more and the StairMaster lets us choose exactly when to walk the stairs time is so important these days it's becoming a fucking disease and I guess in a way it is since it is bound to kill us all in the end now with all the time and money we stash away on others' expense I can only assume that the tickets to hell are really expensive and for some reason it's important to be first in line someone sells us God in 2-for-1 with Shame someone sells us War and the marketing looks just the same someone sells us Fear on TV each day a shape for every taste if the flavor's right we gladly pay all on sale we're all on sale... welcome to the only Earth please enjoy your only birth you will learn to take more than you give buying scars we must live with someone sold us every scar they somehow made us what we are we all want that spot at 6 pm but no one is really listening no not anymore we're all too busy buying Sex buying War oh buying Self Confidence Security Insurance Plans just buying More & More as you're tearing down my world please just try to do it gently... (there's still love inside for the dream that had to die) as you're tearing down our world.. |
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> Well cut you down to size
there is a woman burning at the center square raven black eyes and long let out hair screaming while cloaked vultures holier-than-thou circle and glare at sweat drops on pale skin like satin and as the raging flames work her into cinder said in their defence: stupidity and ignorance prejudice and intolerance all sound so much wiser when dressed up in Latin life will never be the same I have a bigger world since I found God truth will never be the same Im in a righter mind since I found God I found... Mrs Modern Mother Mary all pale and weary from raising her overweight kids in the outskirts of Suburbia on a nice christian gender based salary and a church she can merely attend and there on the flip-side of Caucasia we see Miss Modern Mary Magdalene gone Deep Throat on international cabel TV so you keep talking about progress and equality but to me the crusade is still on my friend silly me who always thought life was for the living and giving in to lust was all to give and to be given life will never be the same I have a better view since I found God guilt will never be the same Im on a higher ground since I found God I found God... life will never be the same I have a better view now theres always someone else to blame Im on the winning team now death will never be the same Im in the faster lane now no more am I the one to blame I have a juster cause now love will never be the same lust will never be the same shame will never be the same I will never be the same and you will never be the same |
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| 7:04 |
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> Silence
cold skin black mind blue light broken shut down knuckles all white babel cold fact core mine black gold failure lockdown gun hands all sold were waiting so close your eyes relax and take a deep breath now believe the lies when you wake up youll be democratized violence cold pin blood crust blinded damp sheets needles stale smiles sick bed guiltknife scarsoil sinstain killchrome footbare gone wrong blue lights bring me home were waiting so close your eyes relax and take a deep breath now believe the lies when you wake up well all seem nice so close your eyes just take another deep breath now and fantasize pretend the world were forming is a paradise why cant I close my eyes why cant I just be hypnotized industrialized and privatized all mesmerized cause I can see and what I see around me makes me paralyzed yes I can see and what I see is not worthy a democracy its uncivilized so please close my eyes I dont want to see this undemocratic semi-automatic mediocracy and hypocracy pretending were free under plastic flags waving dependency for this idiocracy close my eyes... |
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| 5:58 |
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> I long for the summer
I long for the sun, gently touching my face I'll open my eyes, let it burn every splinter Unleash desert storms on its way to my heart And I had this coming every day of my life This is where I stop fighting, eyes open wide You took this blade and cut a wreck And in one blow laid bare your neck Where did we go wrong? I once had blue eyes, hungry and wise Now they are black from this dark age of lies We're all privatized, industrialized We capitalize on the beams in our eyes It's all in the eyes Eyes - tearing with sorrow Burning with anger and passion and lust The swift wind of thought Of wildness and laughter The soil of defiance The firm ground of trust (we had this coming - every day of our lives) (we should start fighting for eyes open wide) But I am put here, in this world gone insane Where everything's for sale From nature, over stars down to DNA Then I can gladly say That I'd be the first to break that norm Any day, any way And the last to join the ranks To hunt down the Daily Threat Or any other brand of prey You took this blade and cut a wreck And in one blow laid bare your neck Where did we go wrong? We once had blue eyes, probing the skies Now they are blackened from this modern life All privatized, industrialized - a failure Offensive and sore to the eye One small step for man Maybe this time I'll fly And if I hit the ground, it's the way we all die We are wrecks of the cut Soups of the season With dollar sign scars From this dark age of treason We all know how to cry Then we learn how to smile How to smile We're all telling the truth Tell us the truth! Then we learn how to lie And oh, how we lie Now we lie When you bow your heads tomorrow At the world we build today I want you to remember That I stood my ground and said no (say no) I said no... Say no! |
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| 10:03 |
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> [you'll never remember my name]
RUNNING in just a year another storm will come to wash away an inch more blood its lack of hatred, politics or creed left us blind open wide our gun hands tied for this old world has seen the worst of us its love worn thinner by the day and every ounce of havoc that we wreaked upon it got the best of us oh, and the rest is for us let it rain... enter rain... exit pain in seven years ago Ill see a man a moment stretched out over years his eyes just flicker and then somethings changed an empty cage a crimson bud sprung out in mud let it rain in just ten minutes I will see a child buying milk all dressed in rags and without thinking he will cover up his naked hand to the cold oh, and that gives me hope let it rain... enter rain... exit pain STANDING and the rain will wash us to the bone leaving thousands in its trail cleansing all the flesh wounds of our time of every crime of every pound of dust and grime in two seconds I will hit the ground a moment stretched out over years and my eyes will flicker and then something has changed an empty cage a crimson bud a street of blood a city rose sprung out to greet the rain youll never remember my name but I will love you just the same youll never remember my name but I love you just the same just the same just the same youll never remember my name but I love you just the same just the same FALLING enter rain... (a city rose) (a street of blood) in two seconds I will hit the ground... |
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