1. |
Cult of the Offended
03:48
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Haven’t you heard ‘bout them pictures on twitter and how they’ve spawned controversy
Some blonde chick was showing off how she has lost weight, she might be a celebrity
‘Did she just do pushups or was it a boob job?’ A question that would split the net up right down to its core
With change so extensive, her body’s offensive, now she’s such a whore
Welcome to cult of the offended – whoaho
Where common sense has been suspended, oh no no no
Feminist blogs yell body positivity
The Playboy has forwarded her pics on Instagram
Is she a role model or a bad example or just a woman?
Welcome to cult of the offended – whoaho
Where common sense has been suspended, oh no no no
‘cuz in the cult of the offended - whahoooooo
The loudest scream is always right
In a fight, we rage on twitter every night
Instead of changing things we just like to complain
Haven’t you heard ‘bout some comedy fuckwits who dared to make rude jokes on stage?
Some dipshit band said something mildly offensive again, now it’s time for outrage!
They gotta be censored and incarcerated
‘Cause soccer mom nation can’t handle kids starting to swear
‘My soul can’t be healing if jokes hurt my feelings’ the fragile declare
Go join the cult of the offended
Where preferences are transcendent, oh no no no
‘Cause in the cult of the offended
Perspectives get marginalized
Ostracized
Only cult members do it right
We swapped the scrutiny for moral righteousness
The insult-retort cycle we’ll never break with our rep on the line and our egos at stake.
Backs wanna be patted and no controversies, befriend who agrees call the rest enemies
Here in the cult of the offended
Ship-wrecked in shit storms, we are stranded, oh no no no
‘Cause in the cult of the offended
We worship sensitivities, on our knees,
The world must cater to our needs
If I get everything I want my world is great
Welcome to cult of the offended
Ship-wrecked in shit storms, we are stranded, oh no no no
‘Cause in the cult of the offended
We ceased to fathom ‘in betweens’, what it means,
Excruciating drama queens
If I get everything I want my world is great, again…
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2. |
Hey Enemy
02:07
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Fuck you, flipping the finger right at you
Fuck you, ripping the wrong people off
Fuck you, diggin’ a mislead agenda
Retarded, foreign, ugly, I go
Fuck you, picking the flag of the wrong side
Fuck you, bein’ a son of a bitch
Fuck you, clipping the access to privilege
Useless piece of shit, hey: Enemy
You impose a threat ‘cause you challenge my ways n that’s why you need to be shut down
With self-esteem low and rage levels high, go tell your dignity bye-bye
Fuck you, flattering me if you’re ugly
Fuck you, trippin’ up on a first date
Fuck you, diggin’ the underclass manners -
Not on the same level, Enemy!
You impose a threat ‘cause you challenge my worth n that’s why you need to be shut down
With self-esteem low and rage levels high, go tell your dignity bye-bye
That look on your face is so telling
Triggered by words charged with disgrace and shame
The secret is out of the closet
I assign who is guilty and thus point the blame
Buried under a layer of prejudices, trigger phrases and crude moral code
Was a fragile and scared personality who’s all confused by how a narrative is sold
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3. |
Mary got Sued
02:39
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Spiderman does everything a radioactive spider can, and Gwen? She got Sued.
Batman might save Gotham; how does Catwoman come in? I know this one!
She got ‘Sued’, became a token, like a deus ex vagina solution to the plot with girl power
She’s the demographic missing, and the marketing’s insisting that a fake feminist trope will push the sales……… and then it fails.
Michael Burnham saves the day again because she can in STD, She got Sued
The force is strong in Luke’s family, but Rae don’t need that shit, can you guess why
They got Sued, reduced to nothing but a ton of dumbass clichés,
The epitome of ‘not relatable’
Hollywood knows to bewitch with female main cast bait n switch
With heroines without a cause and shopping addict token flaws
Hollywood just fails to see how Mary Sue’s lack dignity, a grown-up sexuality, resolving plots with agency
Emancipated, interesting and properly representing: being the girl.
My dialogue will be cut short, but not as short as my new skirt, and I don’t really mind, ‘cause I’m the girl
I am a virgin-whore complex resolving plots with just my sex, oh no no no no no
I’m the girl reduced to nothing but a Mary Sue depiction of that woman without who’s no cry, I dare the writer team to try: being the girl.
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4. |
First World Problems
03:18
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The shopping trip was a success, with crop tops, tank tops, summer dress
My shopping cart is bursting for just under twenty quid
Designer shoes and handbags match the color of my summer dress
Celebrity lifestyle on sale just under twenty quid
I like the summer sales because they almost make me feel content
Make wealth seem so accessible, on workers backs, my puny morals
fail, for my riches they shall pay and now I’ll book my bargain
holidays in paradise, tell everyone I paid full price
become a valued member of the hip community
I’ll buy a counterfeit Rolex, a Gucci handbag and relax
My upper class attire bought for less than twenty quid
I like the counterfeits that way my cash shortages are less on display
To keep my lifestyle on welfare has lead to bills that I still pay
The beggars on the streets of slums I cannot help but feel they are
A monument to my success, I don’t have much but they have
Less, but also less to care about, I feel a nagging doubt cause
now I start to realize my puny wealth comes at a price
They sold out my entire life for just under twenty quid
They say that these are first world problems | I guess I have been tricked whoahoahoa
The problems that I should be solving | I guess I have been tricked whoahoahoa
For every bargain that we score there is some workers back bend sore
For every woman we degrade someone’s exploited daughter paid
For every short-cut that we take we render someone’s options fake
For every plastic bag we use exists a shit reason we choose
To ignore consequence and fail
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5. |
Dichotomies are Cancer
02:40
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A wise Jedi once said, that only sith-lords deal
In absolutes, and that is their appeal
A narrative of sovereignty, millions of fanboys will agree to their agenda: two is all it takes to take over the world
Rapture of simplicity, you’re either asset or the enemy, your choice, I need your answer!
Dichotomies are cancer
You know, it’s everywhere, its either black or white
It’s yes or no, they’re wrong and we are right,
‘cause we achieve complacency ditching complexity, the easy way to focus on affiliations rather than content
Emotions binary, you better pledge your loyalty to me, my friend, I need your answer!
Dichotomies are cancer.
The cancer spread dividing hearts, minds and whole societies
We use affiliate retreats to kill the pain and so it seems
We choose a feel-good prophecy over a solved problem again
And point the blame at our opponents in the end
Everything we do and say spawns battles over legitimacy
Alleged authenticity became this battle’s currency
That everybody will be spending to discredit and defame the enemy until it breaks
Adding injury to insult, burning bridges, missing purpose and eventually call everybody fakes
Why not ditch pointless divides and pull the brakes?
That question needs an answer!
‘cause dichotomies are cancer
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6. |
Pride
02:59
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When the kids at my high school kept moving away
and my own kids would hang out at grand dad’s to play
while I’m working 3 jobs just to pay the rent,
I felt the emptiness
Of a place where the schools are shut down
Half the buildings are empty, we are a ghost town
What once was our spirit is now the ghost that haunts this crippled, dead wasteland
My little brother just shaved off his hair
Dad is so drunk that he won’t even care
My little brother shows national pride
in black red white…
I told him to stop but soon gave up, he wanted a hero, and that I am not
He chose anger, I chose peace, it’s what the family needs
The movement is growing, the impact is showing
They’ve conquered the playground, chased sub-human scum out
Burned down the kebab place
The owners were screaming, my daddy was cheering
My brother beat them up supported by some cop
The owners called for help
Yeah, my little brother came with 20 friends
I told ‘em to stop, but they wanted to cleanse
The city of foreigners, Muslims and sins
And the cops join in
I told em to stop but soon gave up, they were drunk and I was not
They needed a hero to be saved, but ‘hero’s’ not how I’ve been raised
It makes you laugh, the way I talk, I wouldn’t protest, I’d just walk
Misguided and without a clue, and while you laugh, the joke’s on you
Your middle class is under threat, defending takes blood, tears and sweat
Too bad there’s no one left to fight for your empty pride…
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7. |
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Falling falling, we are falling down the social scales
Mitigating fairytales shape the core of our fails
Falling falling, we are falling - swallowing decline
‘Cause tradition is your goal you’re scared of losing control
Father, Father, you have failed me, turned blind trust into disdain
Father, Father, can’t you see your ideals drowned in fear and shame
Falling, Falling, we are falling, you won’t compromise
For your fake, rebellious show you would risk the status quo
son can you come home, stop strolling out alone, this world is a dangerous place and you’re too weak to face
challenges mother, it’s what I’m all about, against all odds I will run up against everyone
the system may be rigged, but rivals can be tricked, step aside and watch me win where your generation failed, I might just be ok….
Dancing, dancing, we are dancing, round and round it goes
Revolutions will advance while the plebs won’t stop to dance, dance
Dancing, dancing, we are dancing cheering on debris
We are dreaming of progress while creating our regress
Daughter, you stay home, you’re vulnerable alone, your side needs the strength of a man, girl don’t you understand
No I don’t mother, cuz I am witty and strong don’t need the arm of a man to whose side I belong
With my college degree – you will die alone, scare men off with your brains
so your daughter remains a pink ponytailed queen…
Dancing, dancing, we are dancing, ‘round the problems core
Generations alter change | circular value exchange
Dancing, dancing, she is dancing, round the problems core
Haven’t you learned from the past revolutions never last?
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8. |
Corporate Trajectory
02:40
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I bet you didn’t see the change, the subtle shifts in product range
The claim that it’s designed for you, the gendered ad, the stylish blue
It’s everything you ever wanted, an industry to make your dreams come true
They’re selling sentiment to you
Injecting meaning to your veins, the individual remains
A subject shape compulsory, singular narcissists stuck on the same trajectory
I have become predictable, a see-through individual
Raised with a core deficiency, so you can sell the fix to me
It’s everything I ever wanted; pampered witless by an industry
Go on, sell sentiment to me
Make me feel good about myself, personalize store fronts and shelves
Sync/shape the whole society; so full of narcissists stuck on the same trajectory
Singularity is the aesthetic key; to force compliance guaranty down our throats
Go on, sell sentiment to me
Make me feel special, make me great, depressions you can medicate
The cure for all anxiety
It’s everything I ever wanted, phony freedom and security
Go on, sell sentiment to me
Let’s play pretend my choices count, let’s play pretend your logic is sound
Let’s play pretend that I’m unique, while millions similarly seek
A make-believe society; a bunch of narcissists join the corporate trajectory
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9. |
In the End you Lose
03:06
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you killed the constitution not even neatly planned
it takes 'bout 80 million who dont care or understand
to climb into the life raft is harder than you think
if everyone wants to come first, and the ship's about to sink
what you call peace and justice I call civil right abuse!
we've been trained to run your rat race ultimately just to lose
And then you start to think that you dont have a choice
that you are just too small, with an irrelevant voice
you think they want to save us? you'll never know the truth
that you've been trained to run their rat race ultimately |just to lose
wake up from your slumber, the nightmare became real
bent civil rights, big brother states - a weapon lobby deal
so open up your eyes, realize the choice is yours
there is point in resistance and I'm not in it to lose!
The doomsday clock went up to five minutes to twelve
if you run fast enough you may just save yourself
the guns are locked and loaded, who'll pull the trigger first?
the whole damn world collapsing in the glimpse of a single fire burst
the armies made a last stand, their guns were brought to use
all the effort just to save your stuff that in the end you'll lose
yeah, you lose!
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10. |
Never Enough
02:48
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Shit! The market’s shrinking, but we learned to sell it all as fake progress
We draw a simple graph, crunching numbers to cover up our failures in the language of success
We lean back to be
jerked off just fine by the growth paradigm and its invisible hand in our pocket
if you’re satisfied you’re mistaken we need greed to fuel the lavish engine of progress, so
Gimme all you got, we keep on trying to win more, in the class war
Gimme all you got, no limits, no regrets, progress is a success
It’s a life style we can’t lose ‘cause we’ve grown accustomed
For it we would really do anything anything ANYTHING
pass a test, get degrees but it’s never enough
get a job, spouse n kids but it’s never enough, we have learned to want more
We got houses, clothes, cars but it’s never enough
Never question how we got it cuz it’s still not enough ‘cause we strive to want more
Consequences ignored. We want more!
We’re jerked off just fine by the growth paradigm and its invisible hand in our pocket
Gimme all you got, we keep on trying to win more, in the class war
Gimme all you got, no limits, no regrets, progress is a success
We deserve the only way to happiness
To suppress depressions by means of purchase, it’s the capitalistic orgasm, the hand keeps rubbing, and we keep coming.
it’s the capitalistic salvation – they keep you buying to keep you trying
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11. |
The Lord
01:41
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The good lord is almighty
The lord doesn’t get sick
The lord can make a virgin pregnant
Without using his dick
The lord shares holy spirits
That make you speak in tongues
His word is the objective way
Of telling rights from wrongs
The lord’s son walks on water
And transforms it to wine
If the devil’s wearing prada
Does god wear Calvin Kline?
The lord is not bi-polar
The lord’s made up of three
In his case it ain’t schizophrenic
It is called trinity
The lord is a proud symbol
A beacon of the west
His cross – known to scare refugees
More than a missile test
The lord invented science
Although he’s omniscient
Experiments are boring if you know all the results
Because it’s your creation, your principles, your design well, DOH
The Lord divides the red sea
And he spawns tons of fish
Devoted nuns will please him
And infidels he’ll extinguish.
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12. |
Smile and Shine
02:55
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shot in the head point blank range with a bullet of painful reality
I won a depression for selling the fun,
There’s no point in running, the damage is done
Dissolving illusions of choice one by one
until every last bit of future is gone
We squandered the means of control we once had, despising displays of despair
don’t bore me with details, just make this shit run
on cheapskate repairs now the damage is done
Simplified thoughts / streamlined bodies succumb
to multiple organ failures and mind-numbing seizures
Because we sneer at those who don’t seem fine, when you’re on the job you smile and shine.
If you feel your life’s stuck in decline, you shall rise above to smile and shine
Until our charade will have broken your spine
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13. |
Fabric of Illusions
01:39
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Deadlines closing in, the fear under my skin, from simple failure to collapse,
blame it on me
Didn’t claim the price, your disappointed eyes, from simple failure to betrayal,
blame it on me
So shake your head in disbelief, dismantle safety nets I weaved, keep tearing down the fabric of illusions used to make me tough,
‘cause you expected so much more, feels like the whole world’s keeping score,
My strife is passed out on the floor, feels like I’ve done it all before
Stuck on repeat is such a bore
Imagine choices actually would change directions of your free
and mostly self – constructed world, address the issues that occurred
and let you have priorities that differ from those of mainstreams
and they’re legit if you have reasons – reasons for it all
Tricking everybody into thinking that im still in control
Pangs of remorse spinning my head | So smart and still a fuck up
Pangs of remorse spinning my head | synaptic friendly fire kill -> is still a kill
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14. |
DemoBetrayal
06:48
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The first trick was subtle, the oligarchy
Had replaced the good parts of our democracy, with a lobby
Transparent participation and equality,
Became empty phrases obfuscating authority for the majority of the people
The next trick was shoving up all of the blame
Up those people’s asses who ticked off their name on a ballot
A flicker of hope came with more female rights
But 3rdwavers spindrift’s suspiciously white
Surfing waves of middle class privilege
In a system designed by the plutocracy
To perpetuate fairy tale equality
The best trick they pulled was to make us believe
That they are the aces we got up our sleeve
They’re not the solution, they’re DemoBetrayal
The lobbies are thriving, decisions are made; the poor have stopped caring who fucks up their fate
The reports get censored, the armies deployed, by fat cats too rich to care whom they destroyed
Majority cheated, the guilty at large
The democracy feels more like a demo-charge – about to blow up.
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15. |
Attitude (2019)
02:40
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When I look into your eyes
Emptiness in disguise
It's major lack of thought
Forget what you've been taught
You never never learn it's none of your concern
Don’t care, don’t understand, not your fault in the end
No responsibility, for nothing and nobody
And you refuse to use your brain
Your fucked up attitude is what I despise
It's simply just not right
Your brainless, hedonistic lack of care causes despair
You walk with blinded eyes; keep living in your lies
The reason you're not sad is that you are brain dead
You're lacking skills to understand
You're not keen of a helping hand
You're weakness is your biggest fear,
Please let me outta here
'cause I can't take no more
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