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Churchstate
01:55
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Wrinkly wretched and wealthy men
Govern us with spite to sin
Signing faith into laws of the land
Conducting chastity into empty hands
How do we sit idly by? We live with restriction
They’ve done this before Done it with conviction
Wrinkly wretched and wealthy men
Govern us with spite to sin
Signing faith into laws of the land
Conducting chastity into empty hands
We the people of the land
Denounce the influence of god’s hand
If churches get away with bigotry
And leaders condone their hostility
How can we sit idly by
We live with restriction
They’ve done this before
Separate Fact from faith
We don’t believe in your fairy tales
Sever ties Shatter the lies
And empty petty crime from our jails
How can we sit idly by?
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2. |
Bishops
02:00
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Bishops
Ten percent goes in the basket
For life after your casket
A grandiose promise built
Only to be paid in tithes
Did we tell you
What happens behind closed doors
Did you see
The sweat pouring from his pores
Yeah
Bishops
Yeah
Bishops
Did we tell you
What happens behind closed doors
Did you see
The sweat pouring from his pores
His sick game
Tell me all of your desires
Invoking shame
You’ll burn in eternal fire
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3. |
Splatter
01:59
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Mother taught me right
Honesty, integrity, rarely spite
Discharged with honor
Federally with weaponry
Make a change and put on a suit of blue
To right the wrongs and bring justice through
Witness assaults and lies among the crew
Get discharged despite telling the truth
Commit to a necessary evil
Forecast the fascists
Reveal the racists
Reclaim my name and make them
Splatter
Take them out one by one
And retreat with a gun
They won’t take me alive
Realizing I won’t see the sun
These spineless worms don’t fucking matter
Because all cops are bastards and blue lives splatter
Splatter
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4. |
Worship
02:50
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The son spewed in resurgence
In a corner of this pale blue dot
Prophesized for millenia
To return to a region of rot
A land of the free where shepherds spit psychopathy
Twisting his teachings to hate
In their foul-tongued speech
A nation of the brave where
Disciples ingest insane intrigue
Finding false gods to adulate
Til their twisted agenda takes reach
While he’s always been a convincing god
His audience has turned into a mob
No matter how much he pleads and implores
They want to see his flesh turn to gore
A land of the free where shepherds spit psychopathy
Twisting his teachings to hate
In their foul-tongued speech
He is no saint
No idol to worship
He is no saint
No idol at all
The first stone was cast
Bruising the flesh on his face
Nails driven through bone
A true fall from grace
A martyr
Crucified by his followers
The lord
Slain slaughtered and gored
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5. |
Destitution
02:45
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“What the fuck happened?”
Exclaimed a barbered bearded white man
“Downtown has gone to destitution.”
He says while a shattered soul
Echoes calls for help by his favorite pub
As the cold concrete caves offer
Measly shelter to hold them up
“Spare a dollar? I just need a little bit to get by.”
We react with disgust and dismay
To fevered chills
And quiet cries
No solution for this grandiose crisis
The privileged cry “Property is priceless!”
People are locked in a loop of failure
Reinstituted with the key of a jailer
The arbitration never ends
The bureaucratic nightmare rages on
The sweeping of the streets
The cycle repeats
The sanctions are growing
They can’t fucking winDOO
They can’t fucking win
They can’t fucking win
They can’t fucking win
They can’t fucking win
They can’t fucking win
Destined for destitution
They can’t fucking win
Destined for destitution
Ordained at the hand of authority
Doomed for dereliction
A pawn played by the palm of politicians
Destined for destitution
Condemned by their clout
Doomed for dereliction
With no goddamn way out
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6. |
Communion
03:07
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Read upon the sanguine scriptures
Tomes tell tales of a tincture
Dine upon his husk
Feel your teeth sink in
Wash it down with hemoglobin
Spread the syndrome
Guzzle the gore
Savor thy specter
Revel in temporary relief
Bask in the glory of this belief
Covet the youth
Denying daughters
Hoard the riches
Murder the witches
Line up the poor
Diffuse the spores
Spread the syndrome
Scarf down thy savior
Spread the disease
Devour thy deity
Repercussions don’t exist for us
Unleash unto me thy wavering guilt
Don’t forget tithe must be paid
Kiss my hand you sinner
Christ: It’s What’s for Dinner™
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7. |
Hexed
01:19
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8. |
Flayed
01:36
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Glittering golden gem
Hypnotized its prey
Hollow fingertips hang
Unfettered from flesh
Deliver your skin
Relinquish thy entrails
Satiate the chalice
Before thee with blood
For I am The Nightdrinker
The Flayed One
Providence of the Plague
And God of the Garner
Deliver your skin
So we can adorn our cloaks
And dance until the dawn
Until the sickness is forgone
I am The Nightdrinker
I am The Nightdrinker
Deity of Defilement
The Flayed One
Spirit of a Strong Season
The Flayed One
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9. |
Trigger
01:26
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The god you praise
Has made you weak
In his own form
Of vulnerability
Our fathers built this land in blood
Through the barrel of a gun
Built on the backs of slaves
Yet you still heed their say
No masters to rule
And yet their words are law
Get on your knees to pray
While innocents are slain
Since god has made you so weak
It’s the trigger that you seek
The god you praise has made you weak
Fucking weak
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10. |
Torchbearer
01:38
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You fly the blue flag
From the back of your pickup truck
We carry the body bags
Of the black lives that they took
Torchbearer
Advocating murder
Torchbearer
You wear the skull on your vest
Like a crest of authority
We revolt with civil unrest
And stand for the minority
Torchbearer
Of lies
Zealot
While they die
Equivocator
Of hate
While we cry
Torchbearer
You spineless coward
Torchbearer
Our voices are louder
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11. |
Lobotomobile
01:48
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Two thousand five hundred
With afflicted attention
Society deems a blight
Community of cancer
Turn the mind inside out
From the back of a car
Take it on fucking tour
And induce a grand mal seizure
Place a pick in the eye
Batter it through the bone
Sway from side to side
Disconnect the stimulation
Turn the mind inside out
From the back of a car
Take it on fucking tour
And induce a grand mal seizure
Place a pick in the eye
Batter it through the bone
Sway from side to side
Disconnect the stimulation
An icepick lobotomy
With no way to train
Pay me what you owe me
The inmates are tame
An icepick lobotomy
With no way to train
Pay me what you owe me
The inmates are tame
Turn the mind inside out
From the back of a car
Take it on fucking tour
And induce a grand mal seizure
Place a pick in the eye
Batter it through the bone
Sway from side to side
Disconnect the stimulation
An icepick lobotomy
With no way to train
Pay me what you owe me
The inmates are tame
An icepick lobotomy
With no way to train
Pay me what you owe me
The inmates are tame
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12. |
Cleanse
03:16
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This place is sacred
A place of worship
A house of sanctity
A pit of violence
Solemnity for those seeking relief
Freedom from the grips of society
Fascist ideology has no place
In this righteous recital of the riff
May your heads be smothered by our boots
And your body be broken in the pit
This place is sacred
A place of worship
A house of sanctity
A pit of violence
Camaraderie for harmonies
Open arms turn to fists of bliss
Facist ideology has no place
In this righteous recital of the riff
May your heads be smothered by our boots
And your body be broken in the pit
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