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3TEETH

American Landfill

Loyal like a dog
Chained upon the fence
False sense of ownership as
We’re guarding its contents
 
Feed me just enough
That I’ll never need a cage
Use your sleight of hand
As you redirect my rage
Instinctual offense
Trained from an early age
Keep your fucking distance
Don’t you question what we say
 
One great hole
Decomposing
Layers of souls
Processed control
 
American Landfill
 
Processing control
Augments your soul
 
Algorithmic spies
Sifting digital decay
Devour data tribes
Like a silicon buffet
 
Trap your soul in the sky
The technocratic way
Entertainment weaponized
For infinite sedate
The camps decentralized
So you never concentrate
Fixed upon the shiny prize
That’s blinding to your fate
 
One great hole
Decomposing
Layers of souls
Processed control
 
American
Landfill
 
Processing control
Augments your soul
Processing control
 
American
Landfill
 
American
Landfill
 

EXXXIT

I see they're all the same
I'll take one anyway
Outside I'm just a slave
Inside a burning liar
I feel their gods will
I'll take another pill
Suppress my will to kill
I'll set it all on fire
We hear the things they say
It's all insanity
You make your choice today
It's exit, voice or loyalty
We hear the things they say
It's all insanity
You make your choice today
It's exit, voice or loyalty
I see we're all insane
We'll lose it any day
Straight face with crooked aims
We watch them conspire
You hear them pass a bill
Rehearse your foolish drill
Walk along your treadmill
Until you lose desire
Desire
We hear the things they say
It's all insanity
You make your choice today
It's exit, voice or loyalty
We hear the things they say
It's all insanity
You make your choice today
It's exit, voice or loyalty
I've seen the way it all breaks down
One big lie with a crooked gold crown
Either kiss the ring
Or you better make a sound
Exit through yourself
Or it's time to take your bow
We hear the things they say
It's all insanity
You make your choice today
It's exit, voice or loyalty
We hear the things they say
It's all insanity
You make your choice today
It's exit, voice or loyalty
I see they're all the same
I see they're all the same
I see they're all the same
I'll set it all on fire
I see they're all the same
I see they're all the same
I see they're all the same
I'll set it all on fire
 

Pumped Up Kicks

Robert's got a quick hand
He'll look around the room, he won't tell you his plan
He's got a rolled cigarette
Hanging out his mouth, he's a cowboy kid
Yeah, he found a six-shooter gun
In his dad's closet, in the box of fun things
I don't even know what
But he's coming for you, yeah, he's coming for you
 
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You better run, better run, outrun my gun
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You better run, better run, faster than my bullet
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You better run, better run, outrun my gun
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You better run, better run, faster than my bullet
 
Daddy works a long day
He be coming home late, and he's coming home late
And he's bringing me a surprise
'Cause dinner's in the kitchen and it's packed in ice
I've waited for a long time
Yeah, the sleight of my hand is now a quick-pull trigger
I reason with my cigarette
And say, 'Your hair's on fire, you must've lost your wits', yeah
 
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You better run, better run, outrun my gun
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You better run, better run, faster than my bullet
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You better run, better run, outrun my gun
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You better run, better run, faster than my bullet
 
Run, run, run, run
Run, run, run – run, run, run
Run, run, run – run, run, run
Run, run – run, run
Run, run, run, run, run!
 
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You better run, better run, outrun my gun
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You better run, better run, faster than my bullet
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You better run, better run, outrun my gun
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You better run, better run, faster than my bullet
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You better run, better run, outrun my gun
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You better run, better run, faster than my bullet
 

President X

I’m the old flesh
In progressive disguise
With my pretty eyes
I’ll hide their lies
I’m the legacy at chapel ranch
I’m the outsider
They said had no chance
 
Personality type
Personality type A
Complex
 
I’m president x
I’m your same old hex
I’m president x
Replace me
I’ll be next
 
Entertainment trance
Of a militant branch
Time to hold my hand
And do the new world dance
Just another symptom
Of a greater disease
I’m the snake de jour
And I’ll do what I please
 
Personality type
Personality type A
Complex
 
I’m president x
I’m your same old hex
I’m president x
Replace me
I’ll be next
 
I’m president x
I’m your same old hex
I’m president x
Replace me
I’ll be next
 
I’m president x
I’m your same old hex
I’m president x
Replace me
I’ll be next
 
I’m president x
I’m your same old hex
I’m president x
Replace me
I’ll be next
I’ll be next
I’ll be next
I’ll be next
Replace me
I’ll be next
 

Affluenza

Starving minds get left behind
No one cares unless you're buying
White collar button up dripping with slime
The all-consuming parasite of our time
 
Brain wasting collars as the virus infects
Fueled off the likes of a faux protest
Clickbait, justice and infinite jest
Chained to the grind as the rich molest
 
Affluenza, pure manifest
Welcome to the orgy of corporate incest
Sucking and fucking for its own interest
Rotting in the West
 
Spreading greed like basic need
Tethered to machines that help us breathe
Accelerate the cycle as we ramp the speed
You'll never fucking stop this Trojan speed
 
Ingested and infested just like the rest
Consuming everything when you feel depressed
Shameless bullshit with no regrets
Going to watch it burn as I disconnect
 
Affluenza, pure manifest
Welcome to the orgy of corporate incest
Sucking and fucking for its own interest
Rotting in the West
 
I'll sharpen my knife upon the stones
Made from the ruin of a dead god's throne
Listen to these words as my seeds are sown
It's time to amputate the infected zone
 
I'm cutting away, cutting away (×2)
I'm cutting away
I'm cutting it the fuck away
 
Affluenza, pure manifest
Welcome to the orgy of corporate incest
Sucking and fucking for its own interest
Rotting in the West (×3)
 

Atrophy

The major cause of insanity is restriction of the use of the brain and the mind (×2)
 
I can't be
The one who sets you free
There's no place
For you to follow me
 
Consumed by
The way you try
To fill voids
Deep inside
 
The major cause of insanity is restriction of the use of the brain and the mind
 
Chorus:
I can't feel my atrophy
And I don't want to be
All I see is vanity
And I don't want to be
 
I can't fill
Your self identity
There's no chance
You'll ever find your peace
 
Confused by
The way you lie
To yourself
To sleep tight
 
Chorus: (×2)
I can't feel my atrophy
And I don't want to be
All I see is vanity
And I don't want to be