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This is what happens when you play with fire and now we’re going down in flames. Like a phoenix, we will rise from the ashes just to do it all over again. You can’t fight what you can’t even comprehend. We’ll never back down. We came here to win. Striking the spark of this eternal flame. A conflagration no one can ever tame. My mind stays in the gutter for it’s where I found my soul. This constant onslaught will make you go insane. Look through the smoke or you can bask in it. Tonight we’re galavanting. Let’s paint this town red. And in the midst of burning, may it hurt to rest.
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Clinging to coattails, chasing secondhand clout. If you think you’re being slick, fuck around and find out. Reach for validation, end up with empty hands. Deliberate ignorance. Unwilling to understand. Smash down the walls of incomprehension. You’re not even a footnote in our ascension. I ain’t impressed. I ain’t intimidated. By a washed up burn out without a shred of humility. Hollow excuses rivaled only by amorphous boasts. Best to not listen and wait for your mouth to stop moving. I see you covered in blood. Try to rinse and adapt. How many fires will you start before you circle back? You’ve linked your serotonin to lack of reaction and placed the posturing above the passion. Hold my ear hostage no longer. Auction yourself off to your hubris elsewhere.
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With reckless abandon in utter relinquish. I break myself open without holding back. Intent on blood. Caressed with pain. By flames or flood. Stripped free from shame. The scene is set for tragedy but it shall end in triumph. Enhanced to primal form. Unbound by arbitrary construct. Running through these streets tonight with bloodshot eyes. Won’t get caught by the fuzz tonight. Mischief coursing through my veins. Anarchy reigns un-compromised. Noncompliance for unjust laws. In defiance I burn for a better cause. I won’t be contained. I remain untamed.
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Another day, another deadline. Stress and struggle just for a dime. And don’t you dare commit a crime and get set back further by jail or fines. Just pay bills until you die. First submit then subscribe. Your life ain’t yours from 9 to 5. This is what it takes to stay alive. Stuck in a system in decline. You’re chewed up then you are hung out to dry. Threat of constant violence by design. Commodify. Your life is their bottom line. I hope the grain of salt you take this with is from the sweat off my back and not the tears of billionaires. I’ve gotta family to feed and goals to achieve but I’m so sick and tired of being sick and tired. I’d break my back for you if I thought you’d lift a finger. We must keep on treading water so we can stay afloat and not sink.
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Brojangles
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Lies served and sweetened with a side of smiles. Thoughts and prayers for only continued classist avarice. Wealth at the expense of their constituents. Back room deals with big business bend the backs of the working class. Sick and tired. All fed up. We’ve been working like a wet old dog. Done with bureaucracy. No more hypocrisy. Time to flip the script on robber barons and their puppets in power.
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Dead Dudes Don't Do Dirt
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Nobody deserves to live in fear but not everyone deserves to live and there are indeed some who should be afraid. If it ever came down to just you and me, I would strike you down with impunity. There would be no law that could save you. It would never be enough, you would only be the beginning. You will pay. A reckoning for every rapist and some small solace for every survivor. Nothing can be done to you to take back what you took from her but at least it’s a fucking start. And may you serve as a lesson for anyone else who can’t keep his hands to himself. Feel the pain it’s sinking. Fill me with rage. Make me suffer. Rotting away. Fuck. I might be the cause but I’ll damn sure be a witness when your heart beats for the last time.
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