1. |
Nothing but Yourself
00:34
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A grey wall of noise
casts defeaning feedback
thousands of hissings snakes
surging towards my mouth
slither down my throat
biting into.... my heart
our prayers.... all turn to blood
...why?
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2. |
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I can hear their screams
When I lay my head, I can’t sleep
Until every cage is empty
Destroying the earth, while you eat meat
Your the fucking problem
(They are)Sentient beings
(They) don’t want to die
They sacrifice
Bludgeoning babies
I wish you’d take their place.
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3. |
Dark Money
00:51
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HELD BY THE NECK
PITTED AGAINST
DISINFORMATION
TIME FOR REVENGE
Blood Draining
Pigs to slaughter
Capitalist swine
dividing us no longer
Hearts Racing
Death to the leaders
hundreds of lashes
for every lie repeated
LINED GALLOWS
and EXECUTIONS
SCREAMS ECHO
NO ILLUSION
NO PARTIES
NO FLAGS
ALL THE DARK MONEY
STUFFED IN BODY BAGS
DARK MONEY
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4. |
Act of Contrition
00:33
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Sacrifice
Live a lie
Body of christ
confession
I am human
Born to die
I close my legs
and. I.
will you rectify me?
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5. |
Not Your Fucking Choice
00:52
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A sign,
sign of the times
My body is mine
Our rights
rights are stripped away
all I feel is pain
pain and Dismay
a sign of the times
a sign of today
Money grubbing hands
Of rich White Men,
And woman who betrays
How could you kick your own kind???????
Oppressors do you hear me?
There’s blood on your hands
we won’t let fear win
It’s time for this war to end
Victory for every girl
for every woman
Time for the sign to end
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6. |
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Ugly
I can feel the weight crushing me
Swine heart
Of gold
Of blood
Of cum
Do y ou see me turning blue?
Lifeless eyes miserable in front of you
Each step I take
Is too much to bear
Swine heart, pump dirt into me
Of gold
Of blood
Of cum
no one
will mourn my rotten corpse
"The patriarchy is a judge
who judges us by birth
and our punishment
is the violence you can see.
It is femicide.
Impunity for my killer.
It is disappearance.
It is rape.
And it was not my fault, not the place where I was nor the dress that I chose!
And it was not my fault, not the place where I was nor the dress that I chose!
And it was not my fault, not the place where I was nor the dress that I chose!
The rapist are you!
The rapist are you!
It’s the cops!
The judges!
The state!
The president!"
On Monday, Nov 25, the International Day for the Elimination of Violence Against Women, feminist collective LasTesis from Valparaiso took the streets in the center of Santiago de Chile and showed a stunning performance in front of the Ministry of Women's Rights and Gender Equality.
The powerful statement against sexual assault of women by men can be seen as an allegory of the accusation of the suppressive Chilean state, whose police and military forces have killed, tortured and violated numerous protesters as well as innocent bystanders during the biggest civil protests since the end of the military dictatorship in 1989.
https://www.frontlinedefenders.org/en/organization/lastesis-collective
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7. |
Familiar Face
00:50
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Demons dance
upon our graves
beg to sing
their haunt again
We turned our heads, in such dismay
a bitter taste on a cold last breath
nails rip skin
in clenching fist
so far from asking why
waves of black
back and forth
washing, across my eyes
a familiar face
stares back at me
blankly, empty
you fuck I have so many questions
did you think of me?
did you feel sorry?
I'm sorry
you were alone while you were dying.
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8. |
Under Control
00:50
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Brain feels rotten
losing my soul
all of our choices
UNDER CONTROL
Grasping for life
in grey fucking wastes
keeping ourselves
UNDER CONTROL
Leading division
Digging our hole
ensuring we stay kept
Dividing the social class
continue to dominate
an economic hellscape
it keeps us
UNDER CONTROL
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9. |
Grinding the Vulnerable
00:34
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CUNNING WORDS
FLASH BY YOU
SWEET POISONS
TANTILIZE YOU
WE ROT. THEY WIN.
Special interests
Sacrificial cesspool
grinding the vunerable
dividing all the rest
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10. |
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When I die am I going to be light?
Will you be able to find me?
As a soul or body?
It feels like im drowning
When I die am I going to be light?
with water filling my lungs
My essence drifts into blackness
Will you know that it's happening?
When I die am I going to be light?
Am I already nothing?
When I die am I gonna to be light?
or Will this blackness surround me?
When I die am I going to be light?
WILL I be light?
When I die
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11. |
Keep Your Head Up
00:42
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Cold indifference
Life passing
like seasons
Waking moments
always turn to dreams
Silent howling
in the woods
never present
never gone
corpses echo
layers of ice
dampen time- left behind
time is dead
interpretations -lie to us
follow to the grave
Bleeding eyes
turn to stars
light the way
to my coffin
I am nothing
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12. |
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Burn my corpse
send it away
please dont bury me
let me leave
again and again
my remains fucking freeze
souless northeast
northern winters
tormenting souls
graves frozen solid
trapped in the cold
souless northeast
frozen yuppies
souless northeast
dont bury me when im dead
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13. |
Destruction of Humanity
00:47
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searching for something
no i could not find
any meaning in this suffering
sinking sands
that we call our lives
the children are starving
hatred ensues
we will all kill each other
with nothing to lose
no connection
no hope
no love
no home
as i walk
all i hear
were living in hell
were living in fear
...blinded by your putrid comforts
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14. |
Scavenger
00:30
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It's not hard to suffocate
when you've lost the will to live
I lost my soul and I can't find it
show me your hands.
I'd light myself on fire if it would help me start again
I'm fighting an endless war, I'll never fucking win
My blood, my soul, my body,
show me your hands
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15. |
Medicine Cabinet Blues
02:49
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alternative addictions
TV and DOPE
margin of a lifetime
hanging from a rope
needle in our arm
screens inside my head
trapped inside a coffin
wishing i were dead
patterns exploited
manufactured hope
distracted - vunerable
restless - controlled
all get chewed up
spit the fuck out
hold onto twitching hand
no hope to help
i blame myself
in graves ourselves
our ears go deaf
pain is turned to wealth
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16. |
Hereditary
01:59
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I know that you love me and we crashed out of control.
our home turned to wreckage with no ones hands to hold.
we learned from you
how to hurt
when to quit
lifes not fair
you made us sick
just like you
Winds take more - everyday
piles of ash, life decays
mold of depression
suffocates mine away
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