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Bred for Industrial Use
02:58
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I spent all my money at the tavern again
its the day after pay day and I know its a sin
This old coal camp is no place to reside
cause it ain't worth your dollar
and it steps on you pride
Down in the tunnel so much darker than night
in the name of the baron we're to dig till we die
last week my buddy, age of 23
a roof fall got him
well it won't get me
Grinning morons lead the way
they shrug aside the rules
lives are shattered everyday
for the whims of pampered fools
they shed our blood without a care
expect us to stay silent
we might be bred for industrial use
we're also built for violence
another dullard's useless son
that never worked a day
an 80 IQ and the right last name
and his fucking MBA
they buy and sell the working class
their promises are fake
broken necks and broken dreams
are really what they pay
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Congress
04:13
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A congress of lower life forms
gathered for the purpose of design
the eradication of the kind and the decent
is just what they had in mind
There was filth and lies
self-centered and shallow
base desire was the marshal of their parade
they thought their hollow good time at the cost of others
was just like every other day
On the still side of town a few stared at the walls
grit their teeth rubbed their eyes
and then made the call
to fill up some bottles
careful and slow
finally get even
watch embers glow
and set fire to the beds that lies made
The sweet sound of evil's wailing
the smoking rubble of the corrupts homes
the night news sells another tragedy
and the laughter of those that know
so if you're thinking of pointless conquest
of crushing others for a little fun
remember the stains on the souls of the few
are only ashes from the wicked's bones
On the still side of town a few stared at the walls
grit their teeth rubbed their eyes
and then made the call
to fill up some bottles
careful and slow
finally get even
watch embers glow
and set fire to the beds that lies made
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Rusted Machines
04:57
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I'll leave it all here
in a sharp broken pile
to sort through if you're feeling brave
the joy and the hate
the decisions I've made
the ugly, the stupid, the insane
Leave it alone the gristle and bone
break free of the lies you tell
crooked and blind
just make up your mind
to be harder than a coffin nail
Keep your ideas, those rusted machines
the beliefs that you hold on high
I have no need of your blaring dull static
I can't find uses for mine
I tried to kill the screaming
inside of my head
wound up empty
as the bottles
at my feet
now I spend my time making
all the things thieves could want
and sharpen rage on these walls
till I can find the point
Leave it alone the gristle and bone
break free of the lies you tell
crooked and blind
just make up your mind
to be harder than a coffin nail
Keep your ideas, those rusted machines
the beliefs that you hold on high
I have no need of your blaring dull static
I can't find uses for mine
It's the howling of ghosts
it's the beast's steady march
It's the echoes of nightmares and sins
but there's truth to be found
in that hard rocky ground
in the corners where light never gets in
Leave it alone the gristle and bone
break free of the lies you tell
crooked and blind
just make up your mind
to be harder than a coffin nail
Keep your ideas, those rusted machines
the beliefs that you hold on high
I have no need of your blaring dull static
I can't find uses for mine
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