1. |
Child Soldier
03:10
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Remember the lessons
they taught at school,
where I learned to respect
those that rule--
one nation,
under a dead God,
the thoughts they implant
won’t seem so odd:
like fear your classmates,
they might be armed,
hate and distrust
will keep you unharmed
Deny your wants,
Just say no,
Whoever has the most wins,
don’t you know?
Stop Your Mind.
Hold Behind.
They aren’t satisfied
‘til you fall in line.
I’m a child soldier.
Never get older
I’m an arms holder.
Taught in a holster
I’m a child soldier
Child soldier
I’m a child soldier
Child soldier
I’m a child soldier
Guns, Doom,
Marilyn Manson,
these are the reasons
you won’t make it past ten.
So raise awareness
for school violence
ignore the money flowing
into the media’s pockets.
Practice war games--
hunt down the maverick.
you won’t be safe until
you’ve exorcized the sick.
Question narratives
and you’ll be detained,
alone as they beat
the lessons into your brain.
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2. |
Celebrity
03:43
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I love dead kids
As much as the news,
quit your crying
‘cause so do you.
Am I mental
or another terrorist?
Once you’ve crossed the line
you find there is no difference
A singer died
on the TV today.
Now it matters
what they had to say.
One dead star is
a notch in my bed,
life’s more fun
when you hate the dead.
Kill God, kill God
Kill God, kill God
I wanna kill God, kill God
kill God, I wanna,
I wanna be
A dead
Celebrity
Will my death be
Televised?
If I'm lucky
I'll be memorialized
Will my job end
When my head's blown?
Or will I serve undead
Forever a drone?
Will my image be
Pulled from the grave?
CGI zombies
In sequels I save
Jesus died then
became a God,
if I followed suit
would it be that odd?
I am the Satanic lamb
led away from the program.
Wipe away your makeup mask,
kill yourself or you’ll never last.
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3. |
Inside Simulation
04:28
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You watch through my window--
A digital menagerie.
I am wire and bone now,
screen where I used to see.
Fingers twitch at a keyboard.
Never unhappy.
Free from feeling unsafe.
Selling my life gladly.
Inside simulation,
copy pasted mold.
Within simulation,
my mind and body are sold.
Inside simulation,
life of a camgirl.
Within simulation,
no use for me in the world.
When bodies becomes outdated
All work is to entertain
Voyeurs consuming voyeurs,
Watch the next link in the chain
Kill myself in pieces
donate code to the strain.
Every moment you stream of me
Another minute wasting away
Indoctrinate and isolate,
until you go insane.
I can see the coding
that has hijacked my veins.
Nails dug in leather bindings.
Suffer till no wire remains.
Walk to my window.
No longer feel any pain.
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