1.With Love, From The Great War
2.New Theatres For The Common Man
i will always fail. i will never find the right words or
frequencies. the voice i have is dead in me. i carried on
through hate and rage, accomplished eyes welling up with shame.
it's our fault, mostly yours. common words, common chords. no
one tries, no one learns. it's important to discern who wants
you to like them over what they have to say. with every year
down the beaten path their compassion denigrates. from those who
live convicted and walk with purpose through their halls. those,
who, when get knocked down, will fucking crawl. though
impressive our potential, we will always fucking fail. our power
is a lie we sell the world. these frail words, i crafted them by
hand. your black hearts will never understand these dead
tongues, these dead words, this dead language.
3.Repetition Implies Importance, Implies Importance
these arms were factory employed, valued for the tools and the
time i'm expending. these arms are subject to want, toil if your
need's worth the trouble in bendingdepending. these arms aren't
satisfied with your ineffectual life. they want the honest
hands, the calluses and pride. my opportunity to work and affect
change from the inside, i will always try. in this life, we'll
never own a homeblack eyeswe're allies in these downtrodden
times. realize no matter what or how they victimize, they can't
make me feel worthless. i'm not perfect but i have a purpose.
our lives, our vengeance, our hearts make all the difference.
the seized land and our vacated homesblack eyes. our lives, our
vengeance. through dread, through pretext. the odds are
insurmountableblack eyes. our lives, our vengeance. not wealth,
not privilege. we're deprived and underutilizedblack eyes. our
lives, our vengeance, our hearts will make a difference for the
betterment of all.
4.Facebath 2： Hyperface
everyday i pull another thorn from my side, watching empty lives
emphatically deprived. as if some call to arms will help them
recognize their vanity and pride isn't justified. every day i'm
dealt another devastating blow. what happened to our country
we'll never know. disillusion, wasted resolve. i am the reason
why the world revolves. egotistical, lackadaisical. it makes no
difference whether you live or die.
5.Get A Life, Read A Book, Eat A Dick
i bore the brunt of every failing, every memory fraught with
your regret. make no mistake, it's my privilege. you can't shame
me into feeling sin for the nightmare that i grew up in.
desecrate, relegate, my soul will never be broken. your words
can't hurt me anymore. every scar i suffered paved the way for a
love i've never known. i'll show you every day so you never have
to live like her. you'll never know that pain. i won't apologize
for who i am or regret my damaged dreams. 'cause you'll never
hear me scream these words about what life was like for me. so
Hiba, this is your world now. live a life without regret. tell
your mother every day you love her. thank her every chance you
get. you won't be raised afraid. i don't blame you, the
decisions were mine, but come what may i own my life. i owned my
life.
6.Awexome Cross
repeat my words. a lofty definition of a movement
encapsulating us. a doubtful power commodified, intrinsic. the
great revolt is never going to happen in the mystifying way you
hoped. i fucking promise people are too comfortable to ever walk
away. no hope. i am finished with your songs of union, forever
acting like today will be the day the revolution is the work
you're doing, not in some concept that we lost along the way.
7.It's Nice To Talk To Someone Who Has The Sam Void
you already know you're right before you get a chance to speak,
like you're the only one who figured out the truth. it must be
so fulfilling to know that everyone is wrong. if this is
progress, then i don't want to live life anymore. this is what i
believe in, content to let it take control. if this is
discourse, then i don't want to live life anymore. my doubt has
grown, carrying this torch on my own. my doubt has grown as i'm
left to go it alone.
8.No One Is 'Going To Hell' More Than Us
look at your filthy fucking hands. don't feel remorse. i don't
care if you're sorry, i just want you to die. not get out on
bail, not do any time. the matrix you invented is algorithmic
crime, fiercely organized, designed to undermine. this can be
expected from a market free to roam to steal your fucking home.
oh precious blade, let me taste their blood. they'll pay for
what they've done. the day is coming with nowhere left to run.
they'll pay for what they've done.
9.Arson Daily
we are completely alone. trace the end in our fossils, nothing
to blame but our need to fuck over and feed. fiending, buying,
occupying. you're dead already, walk around. you're suicidal and
depressed. convince yourself you're not a mess, you're nothing.
we are animals thinning out the herd. non-biological germs. man
is a virus as far as the earth is concerned.
10.What A Plague You Are
don't you remember what made this seminal to us？ the unity and
constancy and trust was a labor lost. this is what we deserve
for years of tearing people down. we watch our purpose dying
with no one left to blame but ourselves. no wonder they gave up.
what the fuck has changed？ waiting for our time to talk barely
listening. too desensitized to care, too occupied to know. gave
up expectations long ago. this is our big contribution, this is
what we've done. we shit on the ethos that made us one. your
hallowed life of lies, your future that's assured, i won't be a
part of it anymore. my whole life i waited for a change. my
whole life i was the enemy. my hole life.
11.Blue Skies, Shit Life
the model kingdoms untranslatable by man are nothing any heart
can understand. watch their eyes fixed and vacant to the skies,
desperately seek meaning in their lives. we were made
self-involved, and in our bankrupt nature de-evolved into bitter
little frauds, unwilling to forgive. shutting out and never
looking in at how their principles do not seem to matter at all,
frightened by where we'll concede. this graven image is yours,
not mine, and i'll be lost until i find something still unknown.
i don't want to be alone. if a soul remains once we've left this
world, we'll meet them face to face with pasts we can't escape.
we'll try and sell a lie that they will not believe. they all
bear the scars from the lash of humankind. god's shame is mine.
imperfect design. the gifts we've been given：squandered away.
bottle my compassion up and walk over the weak. i never asked to
be born. shattered out the chance for a peace upon the earth. i
never asked to be born. i won't be an accomplice squandered
away. i hope we are forgotten. i hope we are alone. i'd rather
be alone.
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