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Lost Cause
02:34
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We used to be the best of friends. Thought our love would never end. You got off track. Turned around and stabbed me in the back. You're fake as fuck and that's a fact.
You see through me, I see through you. You're a Lost Cause there's nothing I can do. Your lies and alibis, I see through your disguise. You're a Lost Cause there's nothing I can do.
Do you look back to see the bridges you've burned? So many mistakes and no lessons learned. There's no time for games. There's no one to blame. We're not the same, do you feel ashamed?
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Suicide Bomber
01:19
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They planted a lie in your head. Trained you to hate what's different. The propaganda you've been fed, you brainwashed militant infant. Pipe bomb, car bomb, screws and nails. Improvised device that could fail. Suicide jacket will detonate, the women and children in the marketplace.
Suicide Bomber. You're not a fucking martyr.
Suicide Bomber. You're just a fucking coward.
In the holy mosque in the center of town, body parts are laying all on the ground. Coordinated strike claims many lives. How many innocents have to die? The forgotten families of the nameless faceless citizens are slaughtered on a daily basis. When will the violence ever cease? They train more bombers so we'll never have peace.
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Checkpoint
01:50
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Race to the steed. Step up and ride. Wind whipped hand, stitched up side. Stay aloft in traffic's maze. Hit the map, hit the site. Come to call on the next one...
Checkpoint!
Manifest is signed. Deeds are done. Into the breach once more. Over hills through tunnels gaps, a burning demon on the flats. I'm weaving, dodging steel death. Come to call on the next...
Checkpoint!
It's one way to feel alive. A human hybrid drive. Like a cat in an alley, I ride ride ride. To the checkpoint...
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Agent of Chaos
01:25
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I wanna murder politics. Witness another election fix. America the land of the free? Introduce a little Anarchy!
I'm an Agent of Chaos. A few drums of gas, a couple of bullets. Agent of Chaos. Finger on the trigger you can watch me pull it.
Razor blade carving my own skin. Schizophrenia setting in. The voices in my head I hear. Manipulate the public fear.
I'm an Agent of Chaos. Shoot a cop in the fucking chest. Agent of Chaos. I'm just doing what I do best.
Gonna take down a bank. Gonna murder the Mayor. Gonna blow up a building. Til they put me in the electric chair. Put a gun to my head and leave it all up to luck. Flip a coin for my life. Cuz I don't give a fuck.
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Addiction
03:01
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My addiction is an affliction. The pain inside drives me insane. The medication. The Revelations. Psychotic mind. Confusion.
I can't function in society with these chemical dependencies. All these drugs going through my brain I don't feel no pain.
My philosophy. Hardcore pornography. A slave to the machine. The corruption was my seduction. Now I'm poisoned by this kiss of death.
I can't go on like this. Barely breathing day to day. I can't go on like this. A prisoner trapped in a maze.
Another night on the town. Another score a simple fix. Get a drink, buy another round. Another toxic chemical mix.
I wake up every morning just to bow to you. I'm drowning every night to avoid what's true.
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Plastic
01:44
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You're so Plastic where's your mask at? Pose for the camera, make the scene. Write about it on your Twitter page. So and so she's all the rage. I don't care who you date. Who's divorced or who's engaged. You had your fifteen minutes of fame. Your time is up get off the stage.
Internet celeb you're so fake. Hollywood slut with a plastic face. Internet celeb who the fuck cares? Complain about life's so unfair.
You got kicked off American Idol. Teen drama queen she's suicidal. Take those pills and read your Bible. Sunset Blvd. no survival. Paramedics rush to the scene. Oh my god she's not breathing. Young starlet dead at the age of 22 now how does celebrity feel to you?
(Rant...)
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