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God's Vision
00:43
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I just like to say right now God bless myself. I’ve gotta champagne income with a beer keg. That’s the way it should be. Only way I can get ahead! Just me, my maniac muffler, and welding gear. I don’t need no good ol' boys club. Society doesn’t allow that anymore. We're in God's country?! Why live anywhere else?! Them good ol' boys patting themselves on the back while they screw your neighbors. While they make you eat their concrete dust with all their cackles and lies. Weeping like a school girl inside my hot tub. When I saw he and told me what I was placed on this earth for. He has planning and has his place for everything.
Komatsu came running through the plain only to endure my pain. The sacrifices I made placed into this twisted machine. My blood, my guts, sweat, my whole life gone in a blink of time. Now it’s my time to reign on their parade and their pride, with all their lies, while they hide between their wooden. It was he who gave me the machinery. It was he who gave me the talent. It was he who told me not to have a family . He gave me the money to find the strength to put them to the test. Now my machinery will lead the rest. In that hot tub he gave me the strength to show them they were wrong. With the creeping, crackling sound of metal scratching through my design, I can only. He will be with me at all times.
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The Sow Is Mine
00:11
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The SOW IS MINE.
Please leave a message for Pazuzu.
Kill her we command you as I'm king of the Demons of Wind.
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War Bonnet
00:38
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My honor, my respect, tarnished by the heathen cruel white man’s eyes. They gather worse than a locust storm devouring everything that insight our land, our peace our children, our ways. They have no respect for themselves, but where my blood still stands my spirit will be held.
My body and blood stand the land in honor to protect my land. I bury my war bonnet that has given me honor, protection, and pride to unallowed the whites man's demise.
War Bonnet will be placed after I die beneath the ground and curse the day the white man came to destroy our world. My spirit will live as time goes by. Anyone who trespasses will surely find their demise. The bonnet placed from my ancestors will rain upon who shall still invade. Plagues of death famine will cross all over the land as the unexpecting people who disturb my grave will be tortured inside as spirit rages. Turning humans against humans’ greed and despair. They won’t even dare to challenge my energy. Scalping themselves of their own energy mind as the white man feeds on his own time.
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Splatter Flesh Drama
00:50
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Get out of the game what are you insane?
Repeating the phrases inside my head is like conditioning myself to the pain.
Pills, money, greed, wealth, sex and power can feed my drama.
The game is what makes me move. The hustle. The thrill I seek.
For the Splatter Flesh Drama makes my enemies weak.
The cries for help, the sheer begging of life make my entire hard with power and delight.
The only way I can live and become free of this drama is to get out of the game.
With no other chance of light, this is my own fight. The cries, the struggle, the drugs, the money.
Which will be all under my control if I stay in my own game.
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Knuckles scraping, bodies aching, the breath stench pounding on my skull. We’ve become too civilized for this dystopian path. Let’s go back to our animalistic world. Bleeding, screaming, lunging, throwing, tearing at my skull. I can feel the urge to walk on all fours like my primitive soul. Blood shot eyes, mashing dirt upon my face, gathering in numbers, setting traps, just like my father’s past. There was no shed of blood to last. My animalistic behavior has taken away with me further than technology and my modern mind can see.
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Chest Compressions
00:44
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Anxiety, depression, closed-minded. I can hear the voices pounding inside my head. My chest pounding like the skeletons dancing in my mind, holding to my insanity is my demise. Clenching on my teeth, holding my breath, my compression attack like my axe that begins to hack the victimless crimes of my delusions of reality. I hold my chest to control my lust. I pass out from my shortness of breath into a pool of blood, realize that my anxiety has gotten the best of me. I hold in my chest to relax my mind. was this all a dream of me just enjoying the flesh of someone else's time?
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This Is Next
00:47
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That’s what the man said, can’t you read?
Aren’t you afraid? Death to America! This is next. This is now. All Hail Allah.
My controlled demented thoughts and pleasures arouse my curious mind.
Tonight, we dine on human fear and uncontrollable minds motivated by the tabloids and the presses.
I’m in love and feel the need to poison my other half if I win at another game of Russian roulette.
Instead of poison, I’ll go out in a blaze of glory and take out everyone. But my intentions aren’t clear and I’m not a homicidal sociopath, just a scientist looking for the way to end human suffering.
It will be a treat to see people living in fear, forced to take my new vaccine to be cleared. They will never know the difference and blame my illness. As you see, I’m not sick or a nasty person. I’m just not well. They’ll just blame it on my sickness, and I’ll send this out pony express in secret code. The FBI will never know. While the victims are struggling in pain, they will Take Penacilin Now to continue my fearful game.
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Orgy Of Drugs
01:24
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Blasted in the back of my head, watching Benny Hill 'til I was dead. The one I loved left me for my friend, in utter filth beside my bed. My head detached just like my heart, as the ax saw cracks in my throat like animals marching on pulp. Over my bloated sack of scraps, I’m no longer human. As I see in the corner of my eyes flames of lighters with spoons pour over my very eyes like a flock migrant of birds. They make mockery of my soul inside my home as they dance around the glow of a glaring ghost. Like wild demons of the sea, sea of Blood is all I see now as the two pagans, once my friends, extravagant over my dead swollen corpse. Like cretins dancing over a kettle filled with magic, laced with drugs, both naked as the day Adam and Eve were born. Bare to the flesh and bone, they were once conceived. As my head floats over the sky and erected like a statue without a reason or place. I try to yell for help but only can feel the warmth of my own genitals as light flashes over my eyes. I did not die in vain, but the humiliation of my lover’s lies will remain as torture still plagues my remains.
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Me and Manson
00:41
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Hey everybody. I have new best friend. Let’s all go down and play with him to the very end. We have so much in common, so let’s have some fun. Hit this LSD and show them how we all won. Forgetting our lives to live off the land. Let's play a game called 'Helter Skelter'. See if you can keep up with us. Will show the world poetic justice and free the man of this horrible government. For as you see, Mason and Me, we will change time for the greater good. You shall see as the peasants fall to our knees. We shall show them. Show the light. But before we must move fourth in our ways for tonight.
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Seized by Police
00:48
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I make my bones and bread by seizing from the unfortunate. Uphold the law, become a thief.
What difference does it make when I set forth on you by day?
Only to hold the working class to benefit my bottom lines. Making seizures motivated by profit rather than crime-fighting. Your homes and belongings are my window of opportunity.
Surrender or die, it makes no difference to me!
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Clipped
00:07
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Gun down in the hallways of the school I see the targets within my own eyes.
Clipped, Battered and Shattered.
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Centrifuge
01:17
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Born a monster, die a hero.
Twisting, turning, cracking blood back into the eyes of fear.
G-force swelling, heart beats racing, internal organs slivering and creeping like a warm stew.
The shock makes my victims disorientate and black out. My own lust is to wish them to see the beauty of art.
The art of human misery. With this relentless motion my machines have created.
This beauty of human misery will never be seen inside a gallery of art, this true beauty.
This is true art that no one will ever breath, to conquer the world with human tragedy.
Eyes glowing red, filling with blood, organ turning faster than my own blade.
The sheer splatter of my enemy’s gore under the force of nature brings me joy no one will ever see.
Or understand how I could go back to my surgeon ways.
Swell, Blacken and die. Turn faster before my own eyes.
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