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Rotting Off
02:46
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Wake up dead, I feel like shit
Covered in someone else’s piss
Another die, I wanna die
Can’t remember what I did last night
A thousand beers inside my brain
Eight hundred lines of cocaine
A few pills to numb the pain
Rotting off, time to do it all again
This is what we call Mincecore
Smoke, shoot and snort some more
Tupa-tup, then pass the booze
When you’re this high it’s hard to lose
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Normalizing poverty, normalizing wage slavery
Condemnation through inflation… but people aren’t property
We’re so fucking selfish, in fear that we’ll die worthless
With the existential knowledge that life was pointless
Think for yourself and be kind, we are all we have
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What's Fucking Left?
02:09
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Just another pawn
Stuck in their fucked up system
Thought you could think for yourself
But it looks like you’re too dumb
What’s there left to do?
When they do your thinking for you…
What’s the point of dressing punk
When you never gave a fuck
Dress real punk, I think that’s cute
High stud count but low IQ
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Lobotomized Compliance
02:26
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Another worthless victim
A cog in a capitalistic system
Another fucking statistic
You life has no value to them
Multinational corporations controlling us all
Apps listen to every word, controlling our thoughts
Exchange any sense of sentience
For the sake of convenience
And as another millionaire becomes a billionaire
They have one solution to rule us all
Their profit, our suffering
I’m waiting for the downfall
Welcome to neverending slaughter
Nothing but a statistic in a system
No end in sight for capitalism
Because your life has no value to them
Will they get what they deserve?
When will they get what they deserve?
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Do You Love Mincecore?
01:47
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Tupa tup then tup some more
First some grind, then some gore
Tupa take my pain away
Who needs a brain anyway?
Do you love Mincecore?
Because I love fucking Mincecore?
Tupa tupa in my ears
Drugs in brain, cigs in beer
Tupa tupa, all I know
First go fast, then go slow
Do you love Mincecore?
Because I love fucking Mincecore
Do you love Mincecore?
Pogo through the fucking floor
Tupa tupa in my sleep
Cos tupa tupa tupa’s all I need
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6. |
Repulsive Institution
02:17
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Animals are exploited, beaten and used
Tortured and killed, turned into food
Why are they eaten and turned into shoes?
What’s your excuse for animal abuse?
Repulsive institution
Calves stolen from mothers
Slaughterhaus system
The whole planet suffers
They should be free, like you and me
Not in a cage, not on your plate
Milk is for babies, but I am a man
I’d rather drink beer and eat beans from a can
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Crippled By Stupidity
02:56
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Bitchmade coward, litigious bitch
You don’t contribute shit, you never did
The writing’s on the wall
I guess you can’t read
Spun out in a web of lies
Too entitled to see
You used to be my dawg
But I had to put you down
The world’s a better place without you around
Shed your skin like the snake that you are
Cry when you don’t get your way
Expect everyone to give you sympathy
Crippled by stupidity
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8. |
As The Hammer Drops
02:25
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As the hammer drops like the swing of an axe
Bloated statistics, sold as facts
As the hammer drops, they watch us scatter
Convenience served on a silver platter
(As the hammer drops)
But if you’re not invited to the table, then what does it matter?
(Like the swing of an axe)
Are you buying what they’re selling?
Panic ensues, paranoia swelling
But are you buying what they’re selling?
As the hammer drops, like the swing of an axe
Squalid conditions on a silver platter
As the hammer drops, like the swing the of an axe
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Malignant Boomer
01:29
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Prices higher, portions smaller
Until zero is the worth of a dollar
Broken system, broken country
Wages lower, expenses higher
Broken system, fuck this country
Silver shackles and golden bars
Pockets empty and forests charred
Corporations steal what is ours
While the working class slave and starve
Malignant boomers uphold the patriarchy
Frozen in time with a false democracy
You think they give a fuck about you? They don’t
They’ll piss on your grave as your casket’s closed
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10. |
Grotesque Reflection
03:32
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I look like shit, can never sleep
I can’t afford to fix my teeth
Broken back, everything hurts
All their drugs just make it worse
Medical neglect, medical neglect
Can’t fix my body, can’t fix my head
Grotesque reflection
Can’t afford food or rent
How could I afford an ambulance?
So when your whole body hurts
Just shut up and eat some dirt
Grotesque reflection
Heavy drugs prescribed, free at first
Now you’re addicted and things are worse
Can’t pay your bills, script won’t re-up
U.S. medical industry, fucking corrupt
Pay the plug or they’ll fuck you up
Pus leaks heavy, sepsis deadly
Gruesome medley, torso seeps
Meat turns to black jelly, as the maggots eat
Awaiting death’s sweet release from
Unending suffering caused by forced medical neglect
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Tankcrimes Oakland, California
Underground Threatening Hardcore Punk Rock Heavy Metal for True Freaks
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