1. |
Bougy Farms
00:47
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Cashed up bogans
More money than sense
Lambs to slaughter
Drink their rent
Still on stolen land
You new wealth fucks
Fuck your bougy farms!
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2. |
Pristine
01:12
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Some days
I can't breathe
My lungs constrict
From fear that movement
Will shift me back to
You - holding me down
You - stealing from me
You got to leave
But I'm still left with a ghost
Haunting me
Unyielding
This fucking nightmare
Acid drips
Down the back of my throat
It burns
Through my flesh
I'll flay myself
'Til I am pristine
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3. |
Ritual
00:58
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The moon is stained
With the blood letting
Of the coming
Sacrifice
She how she pulses
Filling
No longer waning
Let the ritual begin
Purge the earth of
This dark stain
Rapist!
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4. |
Drain
01:03
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No joy left
A continual burden
A drain on everyone
I don't matter!
You'll give up on me
I've already given up on myself
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5. |
Calcify
01:02
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You're nothing human
You're a hollow shell
Your eyes are dead
Your heart as well
Pain me in your
Twisted narrative
I'll be the demon
Calcify my bleeding heart
Go sniff another line
You're a fucking cunt
Go sniff another line
You're a fucking cunt
Fucking cunt1
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6. |
Mass Extinction
01:04
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How much produce is thrown away
Every fucking day?
There's so much fucking waste!
We speak of being evolved
Yet we poison the world
Modern expansion
Causing mass extinction
Your children have grown
Inheriting all you have sown
The seas are a graveyard
Only islands of garbage
Our natural worlds eroded
To raise more death
Smog filled skies
Get your gas mask
We can't breathe
But as long as the rich can feast
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Go fuck yourself
If you think
My right to life
Is worth less
Than a fucking clump of cells
My authority
Is not yours to debate
My body
Will never be
A political battleground
Fuck your pro-life shit!
I'm not an incubator!
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