1. |
Body Hair VS Ken Doll
02:01
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You can slap tattoos on me
It doesn't mean I will be free
Of doubt when nearby normalcy
Makes something die inside!
My leg hair's growing patchy
Cause I glued some on a doll
My pubes are crawling down my thighs
And I don't care at all
But when the normie cis-dude
Who's selling me eye-glasses
Looks directly at me
Something in me crashes
The wildness in me dashes
Intimidated by my
Internal fucking fascist
...and I just bat my lashes
I can bow the whole day through
To ingratiate myself to you
To pay you niceties untrue
While something dies inside!
My wildness is unbounded
My opinions sharp and clear
Power surges through my veins
ANIMALS LIVE IN HERE
So why these dismal traces
Of self-consciousness
When the only thing I need is
My own unbridled "Yes!"
My own witchiness
Born and built and grown from
The freaks who love me most
Who lay the doubt to rest
You can jeer and point and stare
You can trap me anywhere
Be as plastic as you dare
I'll still come alive
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2. |
Bury The Bigots
02:09
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Full speed ahead!
Kill ’em all dead!
Ravage in our victim’s stead
I’m seeing red
Rip the fascist skull off your head!
Rip off your face
Spit on your corpse
Smash your skull in
It's only justice of course
Pay for the pain
And suffering have brung
Pay for the lies you have sung
Take back what is right
Take your life
Sacrifice for sacrifice
Force the fascist shriek tonight!
Vociferate
Obliterate
Eradicate
Fascists hate
Their egos will incinerate
In the gates of hell
Mind your pointy hats
Ready the riot batons
Unbeknownst to you
The battle has only begun
The rise of the fall
Will be the end of you
Blood thirsty streets
To start anew
With the gore of you
Satiate
Desecrate
Annihilate
Hate incarnate
Fascist disintegrate
Deep in the dirt below
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3. |
Hot and Bothered
03:02
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I’m hot and I’m bothered
I’m sick and I’m tired
It’s not in a good way
There is never a good day
What do you do today
When you’ve been rioting for years?
What do you do today
After shedding so many tears?
Words fall on ignorant deaf ears
Friends, family, full of fears
What do you do today
When you care so much
But we can’t afford not to?
I’m hot and I’m bothered
I’m sick and I’m tired
It’s not in a good way
There’s never a good day
And I’m fucking tired of it
Restless, desensitized, impatient
Done seeing the world complacent
When you can't do it anymore
When you can't take it anymore
How do you keep going
Through the crippling heartache?
Perpetually indignant
The arrogant ignorance
Don’t want to listen
Don’t want to change
Don’t want to understand
Don’t want to stop...
I guess you have to fucking scream at them!
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4. |
Triple Leo
03:24
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There is this passion deep inside
That mimics a raging wild beast
Eagerly pacing, watching, waiting
Clawing away inside me
Wishing to tear free,
From my chest cavity
Expose my bloody throbbing heart
In all of it's glory
My heart, my mind, my body, my soul
Excites me and ignites me
To share with you the extent of this massive amorphous creature
I would love nothing more than for you to feel and gaze upon what occupies--
My heart, my mind, my body, my soul
These whirlwinds
Blasting within this tiny body of mine
Bottled supernovas desperately break free
From this fleshy casing
My heart, my mind, my body, my soul
To be heard, to be adored, to fly high and soar
Emit all the power, violently erupting from my inner core
The chaos of the beast, it swells, overwhelms
My heart my body, my mind, my soul is bursting!
It's bursting!
It's bursting!
Unleash upon the world
No way to escape
It will spread and consume
And you will enjoy
Every last minute of it
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