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Lifer

Free at last, I'm the past,
Undone in unknown prison,
I'm holding on.
Peace and need?
A mouth to feed?
I'm standing way on
The other side.
 
I'm staring right back at myself,
And through it's frozen image,
I'm laughing right back at my health
Lifelong
 
Arms in knots, never spot,
My blood is fading
On the world.
 
Stealing keys?
Soul to me?
And to the brotherhood with what
Writes the pain.
 
I'm staring right back at myself,
And through it's frozen image,
I'm laughing right back at my health
Lifelong
 
I'm a lifer.
 
I'm staring right back at myself,
And through it's frozen image,
I'm laughing right back at my health
 
I'm a lifer.
 

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We Didn't Start the Socjus

Television, CNN, Fox New is at it again
Porno on your PSPs, Mass Effect sex
Nintendo DS, kid locator, games are murder simulators
Bill O'Reilly, quite unwisely parroting Glenn Back
 
Cooper Lawrence, Keighly wrecked, welcome to the internet
Jack Thompson's here to say, 'ban the sale of GTA.'
Liberal sites come to protect, games from right wing disrespect
Things are good, things are great, Thompson laughed off of the stage
 
Feminists, Atheists, currently they're separate
All is relatively calm, drama isn't much
That's about to go away, Feminism infiltrates
Say Hello to Atheism Plus
Thunderf00t, TJ, blacklisted for heresy
Oversensitivy strangles the community
PZ Meyers, slave state, AronRa and Jen McCreight
Tumblrism, Feminism, star of #Elevatorgate
 
Censoring dialogue, well so much for FreethoughtBlogs
Check your privilege, cis-scum, appropriation
Of the cultural degree, feelings trump accuracy
Mansplain, manspread, reason might as well be dead
 
Atheist community, buried under lunacy
And the ones who put it down, want a brand new battleground
So, they went and picked their prey, much to everyone's dismay
They proclaim, void of shame, now we're after video games
 
Enter Stage Left, McIntosh, Social Justice Brain Wash
Ain't no pleasin' Sarkeesian
Tropes v Women hits the net, rife with info incorrect
'Games make people sexist' No proof of this exists
Liberal sites who used to be critical of claims like these
Fell in line, on a dime, I guess Doom did Columbine
 
Journalism, Nat Gray, Kotaku, GamerGate
Backlash, hashtag, we want our industry back
Sam Harris Intervirew, Cenk misrepresented views
Liberals start to jump ship, Young Turks, idiots
 
Charlie Hebdo, South Park, pokes fun at the bleeding hearts
Trigger Warings, Safe Space, Yale's a disgrace
Reason on Rubin Report, dialogue has been restored
Social Network Censorship, see how far they get with it.
 

360° Freiheit

Hier wo ein Ausblick einfach festhält
Mich keine Wassermassen wegschwemmen könn, weil du dich an mir festhältst
Erzählt das Freiluftdach Geschichten
Ist nicht dicht und spuckt uns immer wieder Tropfen ins Gesicht
Ich surfe mit der Flut
Nie war Ungewiss so gut
Ich mach nen Hechtsprung in das Blau
Tauch wie ne Welle wieder auf
Chorus
Hey ich reiß die Arme auf ganz weit
Schließ die Augen
Dreh den Kreis
Genieße 360° Freiheit (bis)
Jetzt wo ein Lied das Auto steuert
Und der Soundtrack wie ein Streichholz den Brandneuanfang befeuert
Scheint die weite Ferne ums Ecke
Der nächste Morgen noch weit weg
Ich lass die Glut durch das Fenster in die Vergangenheit fallen
Chorus (bis)
Der Rauch schlägt zeitlos für den Sieg
Verbrennt die Zweifel, jede Prüfung, jeden Kampf, der jetzt hinter uns liegt
Chorus (bis)
Hey ich reiß die Arme auf ganz weit
Genieße 360° Freiheit
Hey ich reiß die Arme auf ganz weit
Genieße 360° Freiheit

When Susannah Cries

When Susannah cries
She cries a rainstorm
She cries a river
She cries a hole in the ground
 
She cries for love
She cries a sad song
She cries a shiver
Sometimes she cries for me too
 
And I say, I'll never hurt her
But she knows it isn't true
'Cause although I never told her
I think she knows 'bout me and you
Now she cries with silent tension
This can't be right
And the downtown special cries along
'Cause I'm leaving tonight
 
When Susannah cries
She cries a rainstorm
She cries a river
She cries a hole in the ground
 
She cries for love
She cries a sad song
She cries a shiver
Sometimes she cries for me too
 
Now I slip the night around her
And I hope she'll be okay
I just pray someone will find her
And guide her on her way
'Cause I'm leaving on the 1 a.m.
And by soon I'm outa sight
But she'll always be my baby
Though I'm leaving tonight
 
Every night I hear her
Talking in her sleep
She says: 'You know I'll always be there'
And I feel like such a creep
Please take back the love she gave to me
In a time her grief may pass
Just tell her that I loved her
Now it's all she has
When Susannah cries
 

Grim Reaper

Y'know I'm all about freebase cocaine with my freak hoes
Caught a couple cases last year, but I beat those, we go
So hard [?]
So I ain't worried 'bout being that flavor of the week ho, oh yeah
Gucci Hucci dominate him properly
Dominatrix paper yeah I'm 'bout to cop my property
Run my money up, mighta pulled a couple robberies
Got the shotty with me, ain't nobody gonna bother me
I woke up like, 'where the fuck my money at?'
Duffel bag, boy, better pick it up and run it back
If it's all there then he gets to kiss the kitty
If a single cent's missing, suck his soul out quickly
Keep a switchblade tucked away in my titty
Pull the shit on him like a fatality
This my city, no matter where I'm at though
I'll stuff the tip of my Beretta and I'll stick in your asshole
 
Grim reaper, with the street sweeper
Smoking hella reefer, hello, nice to meetcha
 
Y'know I'm all about that Ace of Spades champagne
God damn, 20 bottles like it ain't a damn thang
Damn shame you ain't made it to the Vic with us
You a punk bitch, you ain't doin' shit with us
Obvious, ain't no God in we should trust
My future's what I make of it
I'm making hella paper for the sake of it
Sacred shit, religious iconography
I piss on it and put it in my pussy like pornography
Never freebie, ouch(?) my pussy got a price
If you ain't got enough money than you're paying with your life
 
Grim reaper, with the street sweeper
Smoking hella reefer, hello, nice to meet'cha