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Eyes Without a Face
01:36
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No skin to hide what's inside
No eyelids to blink
Staring into people's lives
Eyes without a face
Crimes without a trace
Dirty Voyeurs, you don't know when they watch
Filthy perverts, crimes without traces, eyes without faces
It's cold and wet outside, staring at computer lights
What they see, I don't know
Sweaty hands are running dry, dirty secrets day and night
Secret lives, quite the show
Secret eyes that never cry
Digital minds that never dies
Leading hungry stalker lives
Wet dreams.
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Modern Reich On The Rise
Wouldn't Even Care If They Kicked You In The Head
Rotting in A Grave When Someone Want You Dead
You Don't Even Care
You Don't Even Bother
Avoid The Social Radiation
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Work
01:25
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Under a dying star I smell a range of rotting meat
I wonder should I try it?
Not for me - not for me
Behind misguiding labels - staring out - looking in
If we're produced to work - dysfunctionality is for me
I've got one million questions, like why should I ?
If they don't have to , we don't have to
Rot at work everyday
I'm never gonna get paid
because I am never gonna work
I'm never gonna lick on the bottom of your boot
I'm incomplete
Ten thousand fatories spew hours worth of misery
believing they are free driving home to fuck and eat
See through their eyes - 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8
All lights shut off
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Who Will Care?
01:06
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No space left inside their heads
Real estate and padded cells
Who will care for the diseased?
No space left inside their heads
Real estate and padded cells
Screaming of tomorrow
Dreaming of Tomorrow
Chained to a bed
Fucked in the head
How I wonder?
Are the fucked in the head
Better of dead???
Who will care for me?
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Cognitive therapy disasters running free
Diagnosis
Public access
Endless sadness
Static shock
Battered children
Propaganda
Mental healthcare
Sucking Blood
Tension Rising
Modern violence
Mass Denial
Out of luck
Epicrisis, dumb and blinded we're all fucked
Who can be clean in a life so obscene?
The shit they did to you
would never work on me..
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Sex With Pigs
01:29
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Urine in a bottle
thick and fluid
staring at my ego
torn and ruined
hope somebody follows
Hope they care
Secret service get me out of here
Mentally aborted
I might be thick
At least I'm not elected having sex with pigs
Wanna be a victim of surveilance
Subject to the system's love and caring
I know the middle class is not worth shit
BUt at least they're not elected having sex with pigs
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