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Kill Capitalists
02:52
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now “everyone's my enemy”
screams in every brain
trained to hate them & myself
& drink to god for all this pain
well, sure, i hate what i have been
but i love what we can be
there’s a war inside of me
to defeat this selfish self-loathing
there’s a war inside of me
to kill these capitalists in my brain
every urge so cynical
every thought is soaked in blood
any progress toward red giants
these backward blackhole sucks
i know this system is to blame
still i think i have failed everyone
there’s a war inside of me . . . .
the best part of every day
is everybody else
still somewhere down deep inside
we cling to old myths that they sell
all we have is chains & lies
& all the hands we fight beside
stuck inside a fantasy, just wasted & depraved
coveting the baubles of a greed gone unrestrained
focused on myself & fearing things will never change
i gotta break out of this thinking, but i don’t know how
devoted to the lie that we only owe things to ourselves
inside a system that insists we give up everybody else
if this life is all we have i need to give more of myself
i was lost & all alone, but we’re all together now
there’s a war inside of me . . . .
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2. |
All Things Change
01:22
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all thems short sighteds talking about
some shit they know nothing about
a few entitled curmudgeons
groan that history repeats itself
all the stars
all rising
all things change
& all those walls they build
will crumble as we ascend
here’s the trick they know full well
that nothing ever stays the same
they just don’t want us to believe
that we can change anything
all the stars . . . .
oh, maybe we will inspire them
to drop their petty point of view
the jadeds fade as the rising scream,
“ALL POWER TO THE PEOPLE!”
all things change
all these stars rising
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3. |
Waste Kace
02:08
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these weird times they breed bad vibes, turn the wretched of earth into wolves
turn our eyes away from each other, turned to forget what we’re all capable of
i said, i know we’re not alone, though some times it feels that way
when you come home from daily battles, it all comes back to me
whoa oh, you carry me
whoa whoa, Waste Kace
some drink & others don’t, we all cope how we will
between the poverty, the crimes we commit, & the the klan up on the hill
i said, i know we’re not alone, but some times it just feels that way
& it takes you to remind me how beautiful people can be
whoa oh, you carry me
whoa whoa, Waste Kace
late last night, when you got home, i could taste the beer on your breath
those strong eyes were red with rage, from putting up with injustices, i said
i know we’re not alone, you slumped down in my arms
you said, “today was just too hard, can you carry me away to tomorrow?”
whoa oh, you carry me
whoa whoa, Waste Kace
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4. |
Trauma Bondage
02:03
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if this is you helping, i don’t want it.
// there was a moment, clarity
why would you call just to say those things?
// you staring down & choking me
had you’d bothered to notice, than maybe we could fix this,
// screamed i was ignorant, a piece of shit
but you’re lost & drowning in your own selfish toxic dreams.
// crushing me with your selfish toxic dreams
you built a meth lab where my brains they used to be
while i stood up at my station smoking wax & gasoline
now everything is infected
here you are, unprincipled & failing
// i know you need the fantasy
a consequence too large to grieve.
// life is pain, i understand
this new construct, a libelous retelling…
// but can could please let go of my fucking hand
you might still believe it, sure, but it’s not reality
// we can’t change shit when we’re in not reality
you built a meth lab where my brains they used to be . . . .
you built a fence around yourself & no one’s getting through,
rewrote our history after all we have been through
& if all you care to have are fans & sycophants,
you can have that life but it don’t leave room for friends.
you built a meth lab where my brains they used to be . . . .
i can’t stay here, infected
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5. |
Juiced
01:23
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bang bang bang goes your mind on them
like gung-ho heroin
all static aged you casualties
watch ‘em through shotguns
pushing ahead
getting upset
better off dead
juiced on their culture
it’s good to know your enemy
but ‘careful not to stare
‘careful you don’t become that beast
in that abyss your staring down
down, down, down in your lizard brain
lives a-team scenarios
all gold chained bros
you imitate all gi-joe macho
pushing ahead . . . .
it’s good to know your enemy . . . .
down, down, down on the bottom shelf
lies flabby gray matter
sacrificed your consciousness
now trained to watch & endure
pushing ahead . . . .
it’s good to know your enemy . . . .
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No Way Home
02:11
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go
the moment that i said it, i instantly regretted it
i never thought I’d be able to admit that I’d done wrong.
isn’t that the point, if you fuck up you make it right
wouldn’t it be nice to not have it take so long.
if you love someone you let them go,
& you just have to hope they know,
not to wander too far to find their way back home.
thinking all the words we left unsaid,
things we’d do if you weren’t dead,
but now they all just live in my head.
go
if they always have an end, what’s the point in having friends
a world all to myself for me to feel smug & justified
it’s not just the day to day, & all the steps still in your way
the constant fighting, always losing, & the one thing you get to decide.
if you love someone you let them go . . . .
in my memories all the flaws have faded, still i can’t live here, sorry i got to go
if you love someone you let them go . . . .
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7. |
Commie Ska
02:21
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i keep having to explain myself to you
you keep telling me to, “know my roots”
saying, “love it,” “leave it,” you blather on & on & on
i said, there’s no where to run
to end oppression
i told you once, i told you a thousand fucking times
well, i guess you just want to hear it again
this ain’t my country
that ain’t my fucking flag
i'm a pinko communist
all this poverty & war waged my name
i won’t live with that shame
their borders don't define me or you or you
those old lines fade with
everything we do
i told you once, i told you a thousand fucking times
well, i guess you just want to hear it again
this ain’t my country
that ain’t my fucking flag
i'm a pinko communist
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8. |
Paper Boat
01:33
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9. |
She Goes
01:24
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their jaws they drop like balls on new year
bros become the mouth breathers they jeer
she shakes off their eyes
objectified
she won’t let them suffocate her life
‘cause everywhere she goes
& everywhere she goes
time stands still
& still she’ll rise
& everywhere she goes
their stares they scream, but no one speaks
their petty outlooks saturate her skin
those sad boys can’t
see the sky
is half held up by her, they’re in denial
‘cause everywhere she goes . . . .
she holds her head high above
deep down in the the gutter he still dwells
never condemned
she welcomes him
to drop his bullshit, see her for who she is
& everywhere she goes . . . .
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10. |
Pink Slips
02:00
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pink slips given out time & again
like usual
business done by phony ones
thinking they live so civil
empty words
that they say
make me doubt
we will ever be different
‘cause, everyone comes from a toxic waste dump, a cesspool of a life
our hands filled up with radioactive, these baggages so hazardous.
saying whoa ohh ohh oh ohhh
pink slips discard these impure brains
outta the scene
like sick beasts we were raised
we’re doomed to be the same
abandoning
the aberrant
see what we are,
what we’re capable of being
‘cause, everyone comes from a toxic waste dump . . . .
pink slips giving up on transforming
these mutants
half turned out from society
as ugly as you are being
oh you betray
your principles
they’re hard to stand by
like comrades trying to change
‘cause, everyone comes from a toxic waste dump . . . .
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11. |
See You In Hell
01:56
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woah, looks like the time has come to say those last goodbyes
they say we can’t stay all night, that everybody dies
hold the hands of the ones love, on the way home try to fuck shit up
& when the cops come, set ‘em all on fire, screaming
i’ll see you in hell
i’ll see you in hell
gimme the matches & your regrets, ‘cause
life’s too short not burn a bit
i’ll see you, i’ll see you in hell
woah, they say you got ta go, you got a lot to lose
but, i know we ain’t got shit, & there’s nothing i’d rather do
i think i love & i don’t wanna leave, so lock the doors the cops ain’t got the keys
if they break through cover ‘em kerosene, singing
i’ll see you in hell . . . .
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Cop/Out New York, New York
queer - commie conspiracy /// nyc
Al Ghostcat / guitar & vox
Joey Steel / vox
Nathan Montella / drums
Grace Bergere / bass
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