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Red Handed
01:43
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BLOOD ON MY HANDS FROM A FOREIGN LAND
WAR ON THE POOR, YOU ONLY WANT MORE
BAD LUCK IS ALL YOU GET,
I'LL GIVE YOU SOMETHING YOU'LL NEVER FORGET
TAKE THEM DOWN.
BLOOD ON MY HANDS FROM ANOTHER LAND
CRYING MOTHER IN AFGHANISTAN
BAD LUCK IS ALL YOU'RE EVER GONNA GET
I'LL GIVE YOU SOMETHING THAT YOU'LL NEVER FORGET.
TAKE THEM DOWN.
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P.I.N.
02:53
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HANGING ONTO THE MEMORY
I THINK IT BUSTED UP YOUR REALITY
THE BOY WAS LEFT TO DIE ON THE BLOOD STAINED FLOOR
I CAN'T THINK OF IT ANYMORE
YOU LIKE THE FEELING THAT YOU'RE FIGHTING BACK
YOU LIKE THE POWER THAT YOUR MONEY HAS
THE BOY WAS LEFT TO DIE ON THE PRISON CELL FLOOR
I CAN'T HANDLE IT ANYMORE
I LIKE THE WAY YOU SAY IT
I REMEMBER THAT YOU WAITED FOR ME
IS IT NOW ALL FORGOTTEN?
I ONLY WANTED A CERTAIN PROBLEM
WE ALL WAIT, DO WHAT WE CAN
ENEMIES, IN A FOREIGN LAND
ALIBI FOR A PSYCHO MAN
FEED IT IN, CHEWING ON RAW MEAT
TAKING YOUR TIME IS A NATURAL CRIME TO BE SAD
UNDERACHIEVER, YOU'D NEVER BELIEVE HER. THAT'S TOO BAD.
TAKING A BITE, THINK YOU'RE UP FOR A FIGHT
NOW I KNOW I'M NOT YOUR PROBLEM.
WASTING AWAY, I GOT NOTHING TO SAY.
NOTHING.
HANGING ONTO THE MEMORY
I THINK IT BUSTED UP YOUR REALITY
THE BOY WAS LEFT TO DIE ON THE PRISON CELL FLOOR
I CAN'T HANDLE IT ANYMORE
I LIKE THE WAY YOU SAY IT
I REMEMBER THAT YOU WAITED FOR ME
IS IT NOW ALL FORGOTTEN?
I ONLY WANTED A CERTAIN PROBLEM
WE ALL WAIT, DO WHAT WE CAN
ENEMIES, IN A FOREIGN LAND
ALIBI FOR A PSYCHO MAN
FEED IT IN, CHEWING ON RAW MEAT
TAKING YOUR TIME, IT'S A NATURAL CRIME TO BE SAD
UNDERACHIEVER, YOU'D NEVER BELIEVE HER. THAT'S TOO BAD.
TAKING A BITE, THINK YOU'RE UP FOR A FIGHT
NOW I KNOW I'M NOT YOUR PROBLEM
WASTING AWAY, I GOT NOTHING TO SAY
NOTHING
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Diagnosis
02:02
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RUN AWAY FROM THE CRAZY CREEPS
I WON'T COME BACK TILL THEY GET ALONG
TAKE YOUR PILLS, COME ON JUST GET BETTER
CRAZY DAYS, YOU'RE DECKED OUT IN LEATHER
CALL ME WHEN YOU'RE FINISHED UP WITH THE DOCTOR AND
I'LL TELL YOU WHAT I THINK ABOUT THE DIAGNOSIS
CALL ME WHEN YOU'RE DONE WITH THE DOCTOR AND
I'LL TELL YOU WHAT I THINK ABOUT THE WAY HE TREATED YOU
WALK AWAY FROM THE CREEPY CRAWLIES
DON'T LOOK BACK TILL THEY'RE LOCKED INSIDE
FUCK THIS. TELL ME, WHAT'S YOUR PROBLEM?
CAN I HELP YOU? EVERY NOW AND THEN...
I WANNA BE THERE FOR YOUR PARENTS AND
I WANNA BE A PART OF YOUR SICK SICK FAMILY
YOUR DADDY PROBABLY THINKS I'M A FREAK
BUT THAT DON'T MATTER
GIVE THE GUY A COUPLE OF WEEKS OF DIRTY CHITTER CHATTER
POOR POOR UNCLE STEVE
THAT BITCH IS ALWAYS WEARING HIS HEART UP HIS SLEEVE
"CHIN UP KID" IS AN UNDERSTATEMENT
YOU NEED PILLS AND A DECLARATION
KILL THE SLIMY SLEEPY CARGO
SLEEP WITH THE CRAZY CREEPY CRAWLY
A GOOD SOLDIER NEVER LEAVES A MAN BEHIND
BUT I'M TELLING YOU NOW, THIS IS THE LAST DAMN TIME
YOU NEED TO GET YOUR FUCKIN BRAIN CHECKED OUT
OR AT LEAST YOU NEED TO GET OUT OF BED RIGHT NOW
CHILDREN GETTING KILLED
I HATE THIS WORLD. DON'T YOU?
WHERE 'FEED THE RICH' IS THE ONLY MOTIVE
DEGENERATE THE DEGENERATED
PUSSY AND POWER AND MONEY AND FAME
PUSSY AND POWER AND MONEY AND FAME
PUSSY AND POWER AND MONEY AND FAME
STOP GOING TO WAR IN YOUR VIDEO GAMES!
RICH RICH, UNCLE STEVE
THAT BITCH IS ALWAYS WEARING HIS DICK UP HIS SLEEVE
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Buzzkill
03:11
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GET SET FOR ANOTHER HOUR, WASTED AWAY
ARE YOU STILL LOST? SAYING IT WRONG
ONE WAY MINDSET
I KNOW WHO WATCHES YOU
NO WHERE TO RUN
THEY MADE YOU FORGET
THEY MADE YOU WATCH
SOMEONE IS TAKING YOU DOWN
NO ONE NOTICED IT
WE WON'T MAKE IT
DEATH WEARS AN AMERICAN SMILE, WEARING YOU DOWN
PEARLY TEETH, COSMOPOLITAN STYLE
WE WON'T MAKE IT
I KNOW WHO WATCHES YOU
NOWHERE TO HIDE
THEY MADE YOU FORGET
THEY MADE YOU WATCH
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Game Over
01:57
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TAKEN OUT THE BACK FOR A SURPRISING ATTACK
THEY WILL TRY TO MAKE IT, YOU KNOW THEY DON'T REALLY MEAN IT
I AM A SOLDIER COMMITTED TO
THE ONE AND ONLY, PROPHET/PROFIT
LIFE IS A GAME, IT TAKES AGES NOT TO FEEL SO LONELY
I DON'T WANT TO FEEL YOUR ANGER
RAGING, NEVER AGAIN
ALWAYS AFRAID TO SAY WHAT YOU TRULY FEEL!
I DON'T KNOW HOW YOU GOT AWAY
I TRIED TO TRY YOUR WAY
THE CITY DIED FROM THE INSIDE,
WHAT DID IT FEEL?
I AM A SOLDIER COMMITTED TO
THE ONE AND ONLY, PROPHET/PROFIT
LIFE IS A GAME, IT TAKES AGES NOT TO FEEL SO LONELY
I DON'T WANT TO FEEL YOUR ANGER
RAGING, NEVER AGAIN
ALWAYS AFRAID TO SAY WHAT YOU TRULY FEEL!
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