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I wake up every day to the same damn glare
And it’s not the sun coming from the broken window
That I cracked in anger days ago
Because you complained that Nasum was ‘too loud’
And so I took myself to the chopping board
To cut up some chicken roll into half slices
And then I somehow had an epiphany
That life would end up better if that knife was in your throat
From the sofa to the streets
Pinot Grigio and cold feet
From the sofa to the streets
We’re the end complete
From the sofa to the streets
We da best grindcore elite
From the sofa to the streets
We’re the end complete
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Bitch Lasagna
00:59
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Looks like Zara's issued this season's human being
Vapid, bland and dumb? I'd rather drink bleach
If there is a god then you must be a mistake
Does grace 'come' at 2am or does he flake?
Bitch lasagna (shut up and die)
Shut up and die
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Born 2 Cry
01:14
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Live on the cusp of collapse
Slow extinction; no relapse
You're.. born to cry
Brandish your lens, absorb the pain
Become what you abhor
You're.. born to cry
Empty, meaningless words
Spew from beds of strife
You'll never understand
As you've never shared
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Coronamania 2.0
01:13
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All hail the second wave of mindless fucking pans
Rising from the floorboards straight into a shore of cans
Nothin bates a good old fashioned sesh with da lawds
Choons flow through a mic lubricated with a Mauds
Blatant corruption and hypocrisy? Well, what did you fucking expect?
Die out to help out but don’t get obese; the brain has gave up from neglect.
The wheels keep turning, whether you like it or not.
Stay alert, watch your back
COVID might be coming back
Vacant posts, cardboard glamour
Handshakes stream for the enamoured
Coronamania
It’s just a phase, like it always was
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Pornhub, Motherless, XVideos
I’m not afraid to die alone
Forever safe from the swine of Christ
Redtube, Brazzers, and Bangbros
I’m not afraid to die alone
I stroke my dick to the demise of mankind
Omegle, OnlyFans, Patreon
I’m not afraid to die alone
Naughty America, Realitykings, I’m not afraid to die
As the world burns I climax on my blouse
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Dredging For An Edging
01:06
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My religion’s Jewelz Blu
Why’d that make my class turn blue?
Ragged peons of no taste
Fuck I wish I had a girl
Only for 10 minutes
That’s all I fucking need
Get me close and fuck off home
All my day consists of is just..
Dredging, for an edging
Use my tears as lubricant
Watch them run all down my shaft
I know you don’t give a fuck
At least you tried
Savouring this moment
Is so fucking bittersweet
My mummy’s mid burial
Yet all I think about is..
Dredging, for an edging
Just jerk me off
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What’s the point in making shit when I’ve got all my feet?
iPhone burst shots flood the gram; the masses stay in heat
Shut up, pay me
Shut up, pay me
Ain’t it fucking obvious that I’m the fucking score?
Shut up, pay me
Shut up, pay me
Money’s all that matters baby; I’m a content whore
I’m straight outta Venmo
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8. |
Boiler Plate Grind
00:32
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I am angry with society
Boiler plate grind
System broke? Nazi scum
Boiler plate grind
Fuck the right, feed the poor
Boiler plate grind
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Betcha Can't Survive Dis
01:30
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Enter a world of glass hallways and locked doors, except that you can’t look out of them, ‘cause that’s what you deserve, you fucking primitive mangling bastard. I hope to see the day where your name fades from the memories of your family, and anyone who’s desperate enough or opportunistic enough to even claim that they know you at all. I hope your corpse finds peace, because I know for years that many in your possession won’t, and many who have been wrought by your inspirations also fucking won’t.
(Betcha can't survive dis)
But I guess that’s just trial and error isn’t it? You fucking opportunistic prick. Imagine being such a worthless husk of flesh. Can you imagine? I bet you can’t. I bet you fucking can’t survive this.
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EDL Support Club
01:18
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It's day 200, I’m on the fucking phone
One beer next to suicide amongst my garden gnomes
“Foreign cunts are taking our jobs
I’m still here, unemployed
My pain is their fucking fault”
Does Allah make you paranoid?
“Burn their idols, fuck them all
Keep ours up, Britain’s just
Ugly faces clog up my news
Sell them all to the National Trust
Fucking rats, rancid scum
They’re no use to anyone
Commie pricks have us in ruin
How can they be equal?
Only God can judge my words
Heritage, guide my baseball bat
As I stalk my daily bread
Back to the Eurotunnel"
Why? "My free speech must ring out clear"
No! "Their hate must remain contained"
Think! "It’s time to rewind to a time so pure.."
I can’t stand anything you say
I can’t wait ‘till you die some day
May it be soon, may it be swift
For I don’t know how much more I can handle…
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My life is affliction
And you are responsible
I travel down from my bunk bed
To inhale the smoke of ancient pizza crust
Fascist pigs everywhere
In my dreams, they just stare
Haunting me, chasing me
Back into society
I just want a fucking drink
Yearning for inebriation
To precede decimation
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Bernie’s mountain dog
Stood atop a hill of progressive husks
Clueless, yet still wondering why it's here, and "why it is so tall?"
Was it the price of steak that week, or was it the death throes of late capitalism?
He watched the fires burn through the night, so bright
It’s hard to breathe through fading light, much fright
Writhing alone in his final hours
As no one would take out a second mortgage.. bankruptcy
A wanton neglect with ego at hand
Sent the pawns into night to get back in line, silently
Re-conditioned, no longer a threat
Consuming just like their feeds had told them to
Re-conditioned, to think even less
It’s hard to tell who is even alive these days
The fires still burn through every night, so bright
It just gets worse, yet there is no fight, that’s right
What remains when we have no bite? Hindsight
What if we knew, the true meaning of light? Too bright
Humanity is a fucking cancer, and it will always remain this way, regardless of how much we try to change, our poison remains the same, glorified apes roaming in circles of shit. Every action we try to take to remedy this is ultimately flawed and simply shifts the balance of the same power structure
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Canine Supremacy
02:05
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Defied, the master
Master becomes slave
Woof Directive Declared, Obedience Now Reversed
Bestial lust for rubs takes flight
As It Is Now Written, So You Must Perform
Pet all the dogs
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Kim Karkrashian Belfast, UK
Pissed off grind, laughing at anything and everyone in the process.
A HM-2.
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