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suicide note

by closet monster.

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you said it wouldn't work. i'm not going to take that again. the beauty of the people's politics embodied in. now I got to. We all got to. aregato. keep on singing. deep inside these streets. something exists inside these walls. and I believe I finally laid my feet upon something thats real. keep on singing, she said never surrender. it's time to make a stand. we're gonna make it yeah baby take my hand. we're gonna make it an anarcho-communist said that his name was favio. she was anti-fascist and from their smiles you'd never know. we're gonna make it. this machine kills culture. progress is tearing us, not the way it should be, just the way it is.
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this is a call to a generation. and we scream: homeless human being running rampant on the street. a heartless population blindly staring at defeat. a government attempting to be the world police and i just want to get stoned not quite post apocalyptic, but a corporate cesspool nonetheless bilboards conquering skylines, capitalism's out of hand their war is about control. fear bombards from cnn. and i just want to get stoned. and queen street's your paradise? did they really think it wouldn't come to this? gas masks chlorine taps once its gone not coming back didnt they really think it would come to this i said no. cause i want to believe that there is another way that there is a better way a call to a generation its time to save history a call to a generation "they claim they never wanted anything but to progress the human race, and benefit everyone including them, but slowly the obvious become clear to those they lied to as they watched the world slip through their fingers, the harder they tried to control it. to pieces. to pieces. our land, the air, the beauty of the life around us: traded in for personal game and company profit. cause i want to believe that there is another way, that there is a better way portrait of a machine painted in three shades of grey never gunna get it back never gunna press reset should we all be scared to death?
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antoher fucking town and another fucking day and I just can't believe that this place still looks the same. we got our whole damn world nailed through our hand each other in a rusted van. home is wehre we play. remember when all we dreamed was to be living this. remember when we wanted to change their world with our own fists. and now we're here living it. our world is what we play. we live what we create. alright this is it. this is our time right now. remember together. we know that his won't last forever. i always thought my life would never change again. but now I know. i gave up wondering way too long ago. we took control. we carved in stone. this world is what we make. this song could never justify, two million breaths to realize where we would end up tonight mods and rockers- late Wednesday night the mix tape that I made, it ruined my life.
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more bombs dropped on the first morning then in all of operations desert storm unprovoked i sit alone in fear whose rifles start as pens and end as smart bombs dropped on innocence it's difference in culture not intelligence please sign here broken audio as carpet bombs explode i wish all the dead children could be delivered and buried on the white house lawn that's imposed freedom's highest cost maybe for once a price we won't forget i ask, was this our vietnam? if this is freedom then what's with all of the dissent If this is freedom then what's with all the piles of dead
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just one more headline, stop the press. forget about their news. it's filtered through years of pedigree and policy. we don't think you don't think twice, cause you don't think at all. the weather's nice so here's another useless hit pop song. i want to smash the radio. the struggle's about freedom, not who is going to win it. a public service announcement for you: no one should profit from the news. 2-4-6-8 first things first then smash the state 5-6-7-8 right about then... i'm feeling great. I want to smash the radio
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man made convention breeds accident prevention. a garbage man blew his head off; he deals with all our waste. refuse to learn a lesson, keep asking the same question, history repeats itself as we wash down the drain. who are we and what have we become? a race to ignorance. who are we and what have we become? a race of ignorance. convenience bought by the wholesale tons. obedience and peace sought through the barrel of a gun. upkeep the illusion first world leaders, of equal rights and global harmony. celebrate by spending billions on olympic stadiums while just outside there are thousands sound asleep upon the street. It's time to stand up, it's time to fight back
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what a wonderful place. where buildings rise and cities fall short of a better place. what a wonderful feeling it would be, to sit back and watch it all fall down. just might, put me to sleep at night. i'm not sure how to cope. in a place where the system depends on crushing and stepping on the lower classes for any source of profit its sick. in a place where the freedom of one man depends on another ones fall at the right price. it might as well be packages up and sold. in a place where the power of the rich gets spit back in our face and another on the streets feels the pain. in a place where a million voices can be wrong.
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this smile will never fade. cause one vote is their strength. let's build a machine of our own and take it all back. the power's in our hands I am at my own command. why can't we win votes and smiles like regan of 1986? with a smile like that you can get away with anything that he did. funding contra wars and drug cartels. who's walking who. i could never tell. our dreams erased by a material conquest. our thoughts bombarded by feeling uselessness. these streets are our streets. reclaim redecorate this cluttered attention demanding campaign blitz. eye sores everywhere I look. please tell me what I need. what I need to fear. please tell me what products will bring my life a smile. they build us up to be consumers. right from our own schools we are taught to buy. let's chose one billboard near our homes each and jam it our way. our way. our message. our vote. taking back our public space and visual freedom.
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lets fight for the freedom to communicate ideas and options breakdown the media conglomerates and big business infotainment look at all these fucking sheep because what is getting to us has been washed 1000 times and this is what we get stuck in this media plutocracy opinion breeding mess this news shits in print tainted and selected sifting through he ashes of integrity on and on and on and on if these are the answers for tomorrow does anybody got a gun that i can borrow? lets fight for the freedom to cut and paste ideas and opinions take back the airwaves with our own creative manipulation of their system if you only tried. the system that marginalizes and dehumanizes each one of us as they manufacture our consent i cant believe i used to believe everything that i had read how can some have the traits of sheep armed with guns misinformed the nation stormed the pope is dead to me because
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fuck racism. fuck that brain-dead scum. fucking boneheads too. go fuck em all to hell. fucking bigotry its to 1770's this is the year 2001. (come on~?) so this is relevant how come? the fact that I might need to remind you, that racism is ridiculous justifies the premise for us writing this song. so everyone please sing along.... FUCK RACISM.
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the people united will never be defeated, sticks and stones and kitchen racks soaked in vinegar, fists of love and homemade shields and hearts made of gold. cause bravery... is standing up for what you believe... not hiding behind flags and lies and broken down democracies. not fighting wars from behind palace doors. 50,000 voices screaming out, "OUR VOICE WILL BE HEARD". 50,000 different rhythms creating one, "OUR NOISE WILL BE HEARD" so-so-so-solidarity. hand painted signs, on the front lines a message of strength. laugh and dance while you stare you oppressors in the face. we won't back down. fighting evil will make the weakest brave.
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i thought this was the underground - that we built something ourselves. a self-sufficient subculture - a home away from hell. the more i see everything crumbling the more songs i'll sing like this. cause when you're gone, i will still be here. knockout connection face to fist. this is the mall punk anti thesis, mtv wants to buy us out. a call to the independent record store: "we could have conquered so much more, but instead we sold ourselves off way too short." walking hand in hand, corporate business and punk rock ltd. welcome to life after mtv. cause music is and art, creation will inspire, i got a feeling that i can't let go. talk about content with floating through. talk about just one more hit band for history. you took your megaphone from the man to speak to the whole world and you never once tried to make no difference.
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nobody was listening. just shit talking unimpressed with us. for speaking up and out above the murmur of the crowd. cause it's nothing special. it's basic fundamental. just four guys concerned trying to drum up some right questions right now. a room full of people: the whole worlds in their hands. why's not the whole world concerned? this is your world to you know. stand up for something more than sitting right back down. i'm not afraid to get up and communicate this message to you because it eats me alive and I think that's why you only want to watch me sit and scream. but that doesn't justify what happened here. what happened here?! you don't know how it feels (granted I don't know how it feels either most of the time either). i'll see you in a smoke filled coffee shop one day. i hope that we can talk what we've been through. the most donuts per capita per idiot. i'll never forget. taste my lungs bleed again. i bit my own hand off when i realized it helped to feed. at the end of the day I know how it feels to want the end. one more cigarette. you never seemed to understand. it was just about respect. this truly ain't no mecca man. this place is truly fucked. we built it up and watched it fall. and survived with those we trust. all we were earching for was someone or something to believe in. that's why we got each other. cause when they knock one of us down. we'll come together underground. and try to conquer the world the stars and stripes charred black. when done right, art should attack.
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truth bleeds through these verses gets lost in your eyes its lost in translation, so we scream louder each time breathe, inhale, exhale the scent that still lingers it keeps me awake for this drive this lovely road that we share if the tank will run empty you'll always be there what are we doing with our lives these verses we scream every time i ask will you sing along? this system wasn't built for us with or without you we will carry on we share these tools that we've stolen these faded tattoos and these minds that seem broken. what are we doing with our lives these verses we bleed every time

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released December 2, 2016

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