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Brood of Vipers
00:27
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Why boast in evil, you mighty man?
Your tongue devises destruction,
Like a sharp razor, you worker of deceit.
You love evil more than good,
Lies more than speaking what is right.
You love all words that devour
Brood of vipers!
Brood of vipers!
Who warned you to flee from the wrath to come?
Through all our powers broad corruption seeps
Reeking of swampland and servant overreach
The ruthless shall come to nothing, and the scoffers will cease
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Judge me based on my immutable traits
Castigate the constant object of your hate
Denounce me for your sins!
Set up the next straw man to slay
Same vitriol every single day
The fact is life's inherently unfair
Denounce me for your sins!
Sophist clown, talking down
Synthetic gravitas
You're the "thinker" no one wants
Your head, an empty cavitas
Low IQ verbal spew, spout off without a clue
1 button click, the taming of the shrew
Ideologues quote Marx while realists understand him
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Cry for Help
00:33
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The waves of death encompassed me;
the floods of destruction terrified me;
the ropes of Sheol surrounded me;
the snares of death confronted me.
And my cry for help came into your ears.
The earth shook and quaked,
the foundations of heaven were trembling and were shaken
because you were angry.
Smoke went up out of your nostrils,
and fire from your mouth was devouring;
You bowed the heavens down low, and came down
with thick darkness under your feet.
My cry for help came into your ears.
The earth shook and quaked,
the foundations of heaven were trembling and were shaken
because you were angry.
The chaff will be burned with unquenchable fire.
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Greater Jonah
00:41
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Manifest in gracious will, ever bringing good from ill
I shall doubt your wisdom never; as you will, so be it ever—
Uncreated light, take full reign of my life!
Sun and moon shall darkened be, the stars shall fall, the heavens shall flee
All will then the trumpet hear, all will see the judge appear
He by all will be confessed, glad anthems be to him addressed
All other helpers failed; one man alone prevailed
One man and none other
The sovereign of the sea, the master of me
The greater Jonah
All will then the trumpet hear, all will see the judge appear
He by all will be confessed, glad anthems be to him addressed
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Cut Grain
00:17
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A heap of ruins, a haunt of jackals
Corpses of kings like dung on open fields,
like cut grain
on the ground,
and no one
gathers them
We'll clap our hands when you're gone,
for over whom has not your evil passed continually?
like cut grain
on the ground,
and no one
gathers you
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The Worthless
00:13
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The worthless, every one of them, are like scattered thorns,
Because they cannot be taken in hand;
Instead, the man who touches them
Must be armed with iron and the shaft of a spear,
And they will be completely burned with fire in their place.
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Gatekeepers
00:42
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Answers that can't be questioned, it's simpler to condemn
anything you don't agree with
Your "logic" bears no weight, but you control the gate
You don't read books, you just burn them
You want me dead but you'll settle for submission
You tip your hand now and then
Social credit score, knocking on my door
Make Orwell fiction again
It's difficult to free fools from the chains they admire
Their antibody reaction tells you all you need to know
Stuff you don't like is "hAtE"--hall monitor of the over state
Book burning looks much nobler when you're not using real fire
You want me dead but you'll settle for submission
You tip your hand now and then
Social credit score, knocking on my door
Make Orwell fiction again
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8. |
Hanging Around
01:04
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I'm sick of this misery,
Sickness and tyranny
Psychotic oligarchs
And kakistocracy
Things haven't been the same
Two nickels to my name
Where did it all go wrong?
But I know who's to blame
They're in the nest of rats
Shaking hands and patting backs
Grifters who get the graft
And they give us the shaft
To give my country hope
I'm gonna get a rope
Might be unlawful but it's right
To make you say goodnight
Hanging around (x4)
You're dangling in the trees
And swaying in the breeze
When you're dead for a day we'll cut you down
And kick your corpses through the town
Hanging around (x2)
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To claim race power exposes a coward.
This is not a joke; people get hurt.
It's too easy to hate, don't sell yourself short.
Don't divide on race lines, divided we fall.
To fall so low, this is not power.
Black and white must unite, to raise yourself high.
Never judge on color of skin.
That lame excuse has worn so thin.
Human power.
Don't judge.
Human power.
Lest you be judged.
Human power.
Don't judge.
You'll be judged!
To claim race power exposes a coward.
This is not a joke; people get hurt.
It's too easy to hate, don't sell yourself short.
Don't divide on race lines, divided we fall.
To fall so low, this is not power.
Black and white must unite, to raise yourself high.
Never judge on color of skin.
That lame excuse has worn so thin.
Human power.
Don't judge.
Human power.
You'll be judged.
Human power.
Don't judge.
You'll be judged!
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11. |
Jabattoir
00:36
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Needles of death, free of charge
Smiling dumb faces nod in approval
Informed consent...what's that?
The government would never hurt us!
Sound the alarm, hold out your arm
It's your duty to yield
Pass the vial; you are the trial
Athletes dropping dead on the field
Nuremburg, you never heard
Jabattoir for you
Graphene, you've never seen
Jabattoir for you
Ban me from every place
You haven't made your case
Jabattoir for you
Jabattoir for you
Die
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12. |
I Am the Science
00:23
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Awful outcomes, fawning acolytes
Never saw a photo op you didn't like
With you at the helm, fear the coin of your realm
Smile into the camera with your dead rat eyes
You evil, contemptible liar
It's amazing how others report things
When it's you who holds the purse strings
Conning your way, but after this life, fire
Wielding false narratives with confidence
Pound the table when you can't pound the facts
"I am the science"? Take your coercion
and shove it straight up your ass.
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Pigs at the Trough
00:35
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Unelected bureaucrat
Failing up, survival instincts
Decades of grift, decades of lies
Line your pockets while thousands die
Corrupt evil imbeciles
Serial malfeasance
Pernicious noble lies
Pigs at the trough, you'll get yours
The day is coming, burning like a furnace
The arrogant will be reduced to chaff;
and the day that's coming will set them ablaze,
so it will leave them neither root nor branches.
Corrupt evil imbeciles
Serial malfeasance
pernicious noble lies
Pigs at the trough, you'll get yours
Pigs at the trough, you'll get yours
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14. |
These Are the Wicked
01:39
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I was envious of the arrogant
As I saw the prosperity of the wicked,
For there are no pains in their death,
And their stomachs are full.
They're not in trouble like other people,
Nor do they suffer with the rest of mankind.
They've set their mouths against all that is good,
And their influence parades through the earth.
Arrogance is their necklace;
The garment of violence covers them...
These are the wicked.
And always at ease,
they've increased in wealth.
Surely in vain I've kept my heart pure
And washed my hands in innocence.
The world may hold its wealth and gold
But my heart keeps another treasure,
to which I'll hold fast, until at last
a crown be mine, and honor in full measure
Of one pearl each shining portal
Join the choir immortal
Many spend their lives in fretting
Over trifles and in getting
Things that have no solid ground.
As you will, so be it ever
I shall strive to win a treasure
That will bring me lasting pleasure
And now is seldom found.
These are the wicked.
And always at ease, they prosper.
Surely in vain I've kept my heart pure
And washed my hands in innocence.
The world may hold its wealth and gold
But my heart keeps another treasure,
to which I'll hold fast, until at last
a crown be mine, and honor in full measure
Of one pearl each shining portal
Join the choir immortal
These are the wicked.
Then I perceived their end.
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Negans Libertatem
00:18
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The post-truth world: anything goes.
Our "betters" manifest their means of control.
I only wanted to be left alone
Bleed us dry, show nothing but scorn
Goad the bull enough and you'll get the horn
Separate fingers but the fist is one
Push too far and reckoning will come
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The world against me rages, its fury I disdain
Though bitter war it wages, its work is all in vain
My heart from care is free, no trouble troubles me
Misfortune now is play, and night is bright as day
Turning away from idols of clay
From my heart, glad anthems raise
From the law I stand acquitted
through regal triumph over decay
Come death now or tomorrow
After my skin has thus been destroyed
yet in my flesh I'll see for myself
and my eyes behold the end of sorrow
The pundits say I'm double-plus ungood
Oh, no!
(solos)
The world against me rages, its fury I disdain
Though bitter war it wages, its work is all in vain
My heart from care is free, no trouble troubles me
Misfortune now is play, and night is bright as day
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17. |
Civil Serpents
00:20
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It didn't have to end this way
but now there's nothing left to say
We'll get a rope and tie it tight
and Watch you swing on through the night
We elected you to serve, now you get what you deserve
Now your carcass is displayed
For the public you betrayed
Lied to us with every breath
Earned yourself a public death
We elected you to serve, now you get what you deserve--the rope
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18. |
Primrose Path
01:21
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You'll be broken down forever;
Torn away from your tent,
And uprooted from the land of the living.
The righteous will see and fear,
And they will laugh at you, saying,
“Behold, the man who trusted
in the abundance of his riches
And was strong in his evil desire.”
O Source of uncreated light
Help me eternal truths receive
and practice all that I believe
Your blood my royal robe shall be
Keep my feet from
The primrose path (x3)
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