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true lice
01:33
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True Lice
Apex perpetrator
Vicious but ridiculous
Alpha wolf impersonator
Afraid that he‘s herbivorous
On the prowl, out to kill
Stomach says it‘s natures will
Groomed the hair, cut the teeth
But order didn‘t grant relief
On the prowl, out to kill
Nature says it‘s not her deal
Groomed the hair, cut the teeth
There‘s no comfort for the beast
I thought if the patient was properly maimed
The beast that lives there is usually tamed
Neither willing nor able to fast
Let‘s see if these gums can chew through the mask
Try to snarl with confidence but bite the leash in desperation
All this precious dominance smells strangely like domestication
On the prowl, out to kill
Nature says it‘s not her deal
Keine tapes, out to kill
Out to kill, out to kill
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tired of winning
01:24
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how to give a fuck
02:35
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How To Give A Fuck
I guess I woke the ancient ones, the elder gods, from the depths of their couch
Crawled between layers of earths history, written in foodcrumbs and trash
Between enthropic timejumps I found myself at home safely among the bones
Of people that have fully atrophied into lumps
Where I forgot how to give a Fuck
I thought I‘d flourisch where way more ambitious men have perished
Crackerman looks at the wall as if he also heard the rats
Well, fuck cats
I looked at boredom so surpreme it‘s beyond comprehension
Kinda underwhelming
That isn‘t dead, which can eternal lie. And with strange aeons even slack may die
When I forgot how to give a fuck
Come forth from mouths of slackness
With growing disinterest I stare at madness
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in service to the brand
02:05
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In Service To The Brand
I open my eyes and see I‘m finally in good company
Impostors of actors as copies of clones
I take comfort in the fact that when I die I‘ll be all that I own
Spend your self
Don‘t take the Turing test, authenticity‘s high in demand
I have to please the board or I fear that my sequel gets canned
In service to the brand
When I finally found me
I can end this withdrawal
I‘ll wear my skin as a trophy
Mount my head on the wall
And the artists will call it artless
I‘m gonna fuck and then sell of my carcass
Let‘s toil our lives short, scream our voice away and duct-tape all the newborn
Offer up our lives to the current deity at hand
Purify our heads and sleep in cellars on dank futons
It‘s cold down there. What keeps you warm? The service to the brand
Recently I am so very myself I completely forgot who that actually is
And I don‘t fear death anymore, my marketing‘s tighter than its
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