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The Weird Horror Of Social Relevance

by aminals

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the end will taste as sweet as a beehive check your pulse at the door our own subsodized society wont assign a soul to turn out the light with old counterfiet literature a new real estate, more empty homes. we got it under control black water seaside, embrace the tides. we got it under control. populous utopia, new catacombs. we got it under control. sing your modern slave hymns, breed your lambs we'll bring the slaughter. behold the new uncivil war, where rich will imprison the poor move under white crosses on our fields, semper fi! semper fi! we'll diagnose your coughs and itch, proscribe terminal medicine a passion as pure as polution, the type of cancer we can cure with. we found a way to save the world without a prophet the biggest oppositions the bible, we say burn it a new progressive method intended for a profit de-fertilize all humans no more kids without a permit. consume, take ill. a greater real estate, more empty homes. we got it under control. black water seaside, embrace the tides. we got it under control. populous utopia, new catacombs. we got it under control. let your gaurd down a converted on purpose but just scratched the surface while i still take for granted all the land that i was handed take your self out knees wont bleed on this black shag carcus brought back to life before a white pearl coffin polute your life a displaced briefcase wasnt proving lucerative changing past quotes now you can stick around to turn out the light we got it under control
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those of us born with silver spoons and diamonds for eyes invest in plagues to sell you new symptoms spend our sundays accepting the professionals placebos in pews take it from a guy who vomits up his memories rot my own teeth while scraping all of my skin off cause i read somewhere that vanity is new mortal sin my mask's removed i just cant tell if i'm you or me since the preacher man exorcized the demons in me my mask is remodeled i just want to be who i used to be used my ribs like ladder rungs and let the doubt climb up me my mask is the old marooned on an planet forever a child my hands are a hospice for decrepit faith don't pick yourself up to extend and break your fall irritability, impatience, infuriation, irritation, in an instant pat yourself on the back before you stab it leave the debt to nobody, never reproduce sad sorry sappy solitude through substance i just can't starve myself when it comes to the attention of the lord i gave the church all my god damned money to scribble new folklore on the guts of a dead forest like a walk to the ocean that never stops i gave that god damned damsel all the alimony to keep her meth mouth shut about the waters corrode your humanity with social networking, type your life everything, everything, everything is outside the single bedroom grow tired of the smell of depression seeping off your sheets kiss the devil on the lips, pay a demon to suck your dick talk shit, eat shit, be shit, tuck in your shirt your revolution is a waste of time your uprising is just cracks in the pavement, when you're chalk outlines i've made a conscious decision to conform, my faith in denial is reborn give me a salary or give me back, distract distract distract distract my wit has quit, my desires have retired. with every clawing night i'll take credit with the meek and sink my teeth into defeat. who's gonna save you when you're cradling your own grave? when the hills fill with damned (and i won't be there) i'm saved, we're saved. shrug, shake, dust that devil off your shoulder

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released March 9, 2012

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